fandomhighdorms | The Roof, Thursday Evening

Alec was counting himself lucky that unlike other people, he wasn't actually dreading the arrival of his family member tomorrow. He missed his sister and it was going to be nice to see her, even if it was just for a weekend. He was... less sure about how Izzy was going to react to certain people on the island, like a certain person whose name rhymed with 'cattily,' but whether that wound up being a good thing or a bad thing remained to be seen.

For right now, he was taking a few hours to appreciate the quiet before all the guests showed up tomorrow, because he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to do much sitting-on-the-roof-doing-nothing once Isabelle was here and inevitably wanted tours. (He might have been exaggerating her interest in the workings of the island there. In fact, he probably was.) In the meantime, there was an Alec, a rooftop, and a weird coffee drink that tasted like pumpkin and was actually kind of amazing. Nothing too strange going on up here.

Okay, that was kind of weird. But anyway.

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Okay, so it was a little ironic to leave your room for the roof and find the other person who normally had a reason to be in your room already up there.

But Alec was decent company, so Victor only started for a moment before settling on the rooftop with a book in his hands.

"It's weird to see you here," he said, then corrected himself. "Not weird in a bad way. Just ... didn't expect anybody."

"There isn't usually too much traffic up here," Alec agreed, nodding a bit. "I could go?"

Maybe the roof was like a library computer, where you could only use it for brooding until there was someone else waiting.

"And then I'd feel like a tool," Victor told him, shaking his head emphatically. "It was a comment, not a hint. Roof's big enough for more than one."

He hesitated. "Or ... I could go?"

"And then I'd feel like a jerk," Alec countered. "I think we might just have to stick to apparently relocating our room up to here."

"As long as you don't make me carry all the furniture and there's a power outlet somewhere around here, fine with me," Victor shot back easily. "... unless it rains."

"Oh, I didn't really mean--" Yeah, Alec, Victor knew that. "Oh. You're being sarcastic."

Suuuuch a dumbass.

"Well, we could set up a tent."

Victor smirked behind his hand. "Sure. Do you own a tent?"

He did not.

"...that was also a joke, by the way."

"I figured." No, he hadn't. "But I probably do, somewhere. Just in case the room is ever infested with gremlins or something."

Victor tilted his head to the side, realizing he had exactly no preparations for the room being uninhabitable. "You could just stab them."

Because that was exactly what Shadowhunters did, right?

...This was true.

"Maybe if it was a lot of gremlins," Alec amended. "Really, really small ones."

Okay then, Alec.

"Or bugs would probably be a better example."

Fun-size gremlins!

"Bedbugs are kind of getting to be everywhere, right?" Victor asked hypothetically. "And now I'm going to actually be thinking about this."

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"Sorry," Alec offered. "If it helps, you can also think of the tent?"

"Because nothing says security like a tent," Victor said, but he was smiling. "So ... what's going on with you, anyhow?"

He was hoping it would not involve bugs, tents or gremlins in any way.

"Um." Wow, coming up with an exciting story about current goings-on in his life was harder than expected. "Not a lot. I... taught Sparkle how to shoot a bow and arrow last weekend?" Gosh, his life was fascinating. "And my sister's visiting tomorrow."

Eeeeeeven less exciting.

"What about you?"

Victor was not about to win any prizes for Most Thrilling Life either.

"I ... didn't totally screw up at lacrosse practice today?" he offered. "I don't know. I don't have anybody coming, so I'll just -- hang out this weekend and see what people are like." And mope. "This is the sister who dates werewolves?"

"Well. Sometimes." So yes. "Good job with the lacrosse thing? I don't really know how it works. But... sports are good."

He was so eloquent, this one.

"So... is not having anyone show up a good thing?" He figured it varied from person to person.

Victor was hoping he'd get to talk to Alec's sister. She sounded like fun.

"It's a mixed thing," he said, after a pause. "I mean, it's definitely easier not to have to explain stuff. But I miss people. Maybe I'll go home some weekend to make up for it."

He suspected he knew the answer, but, "Is your sister coming a good thing?"

And Izzy would probably be all over the chance to flirt with a robot ~~maybe~~, so Victor might be in luck!

"It is, yeah," Alec said. "This place makes me a little homesick sometimes, so it'll be good to see her." Assuming she didn't find every werewolf, vampire and other Downworlder on the island and climb them like a tree.

Oh, right. He was kind of rubbing it in. "Visiting home might be even better than having visitors, though," he offered. "Just... being in your house. And everything. It'll be worth it."

Alec narrated about climbing downworlders like trees like it was a bad thing.

"Probably, yeah," Victor nodded. "You could go home if you wanted, right? New York's not that far."

Well. Maybe not for the Downworlders.

Unless they were Derek.

"Yeah, I could. I probably will, sometime when I know more people than just Izzy are going to be home." He gave a little shrug at that. "Not that distance really factors in that much, with the whole portal thing. I'm still getting used to that."

"It still costs more to get to L.A. then to New York," Victor said, and was almost certain he was right. "But yeah, if you're just looking at time ... I guess we could both go home for dinner any night we wanted to. I kind of love portal technology."

Oh, right. Money. Alec continued to be annoyed with himself every time he forgot to acknowledge that as a factor in the presence of someone else around here who actually struggled with it.

"It's definitely useful," Alec agreed. "At home, we have... some, but they're not common the way Portalocity is here. And they probably work differently; I've never heard of anyone getting stuck in completely the wrong place thanks to a poorly-set-up Portalocity portal."

He'd heard wrong, clearly.

Victor wasn't a Portalocity expert either, so.

"Sometimes they route you weird," he offered. "Like, last time I went home the cheapest route would have left me in Zimbabwe in 1804 for a couple hours."

He had not taken this suggestion. Vic was broke, not crazy.

"But yeah, I never heard of anybody just getting stuck."

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