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Room 205, Monday Morning

Rhys had been blissfully unaware of anything weird going on in town this past weekend. He'd been engrossed in finishing up the work on a rudimentary arm so he could at least have two hands to build a better one. Or maybe another ECHO eye...

Whatever. It'd get made.

If he could work out how to get this arm slotted into place without having to contort himself like a circus performer.

"Son of a bitch, c'mon," he muttered, having to reach across his body with his arm in an attempt to see what he was getting hung up on. Which meant a lot of frowning and jamming his hand into his shoulder socket.

Of course.

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Faith shook her head. This was too weird. "Where I'm from, the Conglomerate is like these 12 companies who run the country as a government and track everyone's every move." Take that, Hyperion. When would your fave? "What's Hyperion?"

FIGHT HIM, FAITH.

Or not. Because he soooorta, kiiiiinda killed the company's Pandora base of opetations.

"Oh, man. I can't see any companies back home working like that." Because of the murder and all. "Hyperion would be the top of the heap there, I guess. Guns, tech, shields..."

"Huh. Yeah, that'd put them right up there with Kruger Tech," she agreed. "They build all the guns and employ the law enforcement.

Also the CEO kiiinda had Faith's parents killed and kidnapped her baby sister. It was a thing.

"So it makes no sense that no one's ever heard of them, and I get to feel like I'm going crazy, which is fun."

Yeah, that sounded like something Jack would do too.

"Right?" he asked with too much excitement. "And everyone thinks it's just soooo easy to adapt to craziness."

Instead of the logical, video game worlds they came from.

Faith grinned. Clearly this guy got it.

"And it's not! I thought I was an adaptable person but that was before I took a class taught by a talking dog," she groused. "It's so good to hear I'm not the only one."

"There are just limits on that sort of thing," Rhys said with a sigh. While trying to attach a creepy Terminator style arm. Yep.

Hey, at least the arm looked like something out of the cyberpunk world she came from. As weird things went, it was tame.

"And of course my 'big sibling'-" the air quotes were coming out - "wasn't any help. I mean, she was nice, but she basically told me magic is real."

Interesting stance from a girl who had a dog as a teacher.

"Magic?" Rhys scoffed. Yep, totally scoffed. "Really?"

At least sirens could be explained with science. Maybe. He hadn't really looked into it because sirens were terrifying.

Faith rolled her eyes as an answer. "I'm hoping it was just a hazing thing."

"Pretty ridiculous hazing." Get on their level, people. No, seriously. Get on their level. The boss fights will be a bitch if you don't.

"Pretty ridiculous school," Faith countered. Yes, complain away, kids. You hadn't even lived through a BDE yet. "I'm Faith, by the way."

She would stick her hand out for a handshake but his seemed otherwise occupied.

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"Rhys," he said, offering the hand of his mechanical arm. Because he was a moron who thought he was funny.

Faith gave him a look like she was trying her best not to laugh, but gingerly shook the mechanical hand.

"Not a bad handshake, considering," she told him, smirking a little. "Nice grip."

"Thanks, built it myself." He craned his neck a bit to look at his shoulder socket. "Could you...?"

You know, help jam his arm into place.

Fine, but only because he looked really pathetic doing it himself.

"Just know this is the weirdest thing a guy has ever asked me to do," Faith let him know as she manhandled his arm into place. She probably could have been a little more gentle with it, sorry Rhys. "And I've lived in dorms with guys since I was seven."

Faith, that was his base state of being.

"Hey, last time I had this done involved doctors." Or at least people in lab coats. Same thing, right?

He made a high pitched squeak of surprise when it finally slotted into place and then both the arm and he jerked like they'd been shocked. Nervous systems syncing up and all.

"Wait, what?" Except then the arm slotted in and her half-second of alarm that she was doing something that required a doctor was for nothing. She stared at Rhys, specifically his shoulder socket area, and did her best to look cool and calm about this whole thing.

"So I gotta ask, why'd you take it out if you can't put it back in?" THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.

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Damn it, if only narrative could highfive.

"Longstory," he wheezed out in one quick sentence.

Oh, right, it probably hurt to have a hunk of metal shoved into your shoulder. Nerve endings and all.

"Suit yourself," Faith said. While just observing his whole... process here.

...It was a little awkward, just watching him, but this was a weird, interesting spectacle.

"I'm just saying, maybe you could work out an arrangement with your roommate. They shove your arm back in, maybe you... sweep or dust every once in a while or something."

"Ha! Ha. Yeah, no," Rhys replied. "Kuzco and I aren't exactly pals."

"Ohhh," Faith said, putting two and two together. In this case, the first 'two' was the rant Kuzco had given in class about how much he hated his roommate and the second 'two' was Rhys. "So you're the guy who banished his roommate to the common room. Okay, okay..."

Hey, she wasn't judging. She was more like amused.

"He did it first!" And Rhys couldn't figure out why no one believed he was actually an adult.

"No, I mean, I can't blame you," Faith said, and now she was grinning a little sheepishly. "He's really... loud."

Rhys snorted as he flexed the fingers on his new hand, checking to see everything was working right. "That is such an understatement." It was precious how nice she was being here.

She grew up in dorm style living, okay? She knew bad roommates. And, true, she never tortured them or banished them, but she certainly understood the impulse.

"Does he always whine like that?" she wanted to know. "It's a lot."

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