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2nd Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

Rhys had somehow lost the race to take control of his room from his 'roommate'. He'd fallen down, that's how he lost it. Teach him to try winning a race by running in a serpentine pattern. It didn't even make sense, Rhys! What had he been hoping to accomplish with that?

But that was fine. There'd been a couch in the common room that was more comfortable than how he'd slept in Sasha and Fiona's little RV.

But now he was on day two with the same ridiculous outfit and should probably... fix that. Somehow. Possibly by coming up with an elaborate plan to regain the room. Possibly through sheer dumb luck. For now he was... well, he was glaring at the class list that he was apparently supposed to take.

High school. Ugh.

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After spending time in her room ignoring her phone, hunger finally forced Negasonic out in search of food. Finding nothing appetizing on her floor, she ended going down stairs to see if there was anything better.

Seeing she wasn't alone she let out a sound that was something close to a grunt but could also be interpreted as a greeting. Of sorts.

Rhys squinted over at her because clearly this room was his now. He claimed it. Because his roommate locked him out before he even got to the room.

"Hi," he said warily.

She grabbed a soda from the COMMON ROOM fridge and popped it open before turning around to acknowledge Rhys presence.

"Hey."

And then grudgingly added:

"What's up?"

Because. You know. Being social.

Sorry, that narrative made no sense over how much this room was his because he slept here for two nights. He'd get a flag if that's what it took.

"I'm still here." And he was wearing the same vest and skinny tie tucked into his pants combo as he'd work two days ago. Because that was all he had. Other than what little was his ~~inventory~~ pockets. "But no one has tried to peel my face off yet, so it's a trade off."

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"That's... Good? I guess," she said with another shrug. And then she noticed it. "Are those the same clothes you wore on the bus?"

"My 'roommate'--" So, funny story, finger quotes just looked weird with one hand. "Ha. Ha, good one, school. Locked me out of the room."

But he also only had one outfit. So. Hope you all liked it. He certain did.

The outfit wasn't bad. It might just need some febreze if he was going to wear it everyday.

"Why don't you just go down to the school office and get a key?" The answer seemed obvious to Negasonic. So of course her tone had a trace of sarcasm added to her eyeroll that was directed at Rhys.

"Oh noooo, I didn't think of that," Rhys replied with an necessary amount of sarcasm. "Just go one down to the office and ask."

He would run into the moose and be right on back sleeping in a common room because moose are the size of a rakk and ahahahahahanoooooope.

"They gave me the kid who thinks he's an emperor," he hissed. "It's like this place has a vendetta against me."

"Oh. That guy."

She shook her head in disdain.

"Yeah. You're screwed. Doesn't explain why the office didn't give you another key."

Sorry, Rhys. This version of Negasonic isn't psychic and only Deadpool knows about the narrative.

As was well and good. Rhys was generally the cause of his own problems. It was his curse.

"I'm taking the room back the moment he's gone and I'm installing an electric lock." A beat. "Or putting a chair against the door until I have another arm again."

He looked super proud of this plan of his. Smug even.

"Or I can just knock down the door," she offered with a shrug. "You won't have a door afterwards but it'll probably annoy the fuck out of him"

"Knock it down how?" Rhys asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at her.

"Blow it up," she said flatly. "Like I did to King Dork's luggage."

Which had been remarkably badass if you asked him. And gave him an idea of who to hide behind when shit hit the fan.

"Maybe just the key would work. Since I want to live there after this."

That was a completely reasonable response. If you were someone other than Negasonic.

"Suit yourself," she shrugged. But the disdain was obvious.

"I will," he said, stumbling over his words a little in a failed effort to sounds cool.

Yep. Totally failed. Enough to make Negasonic chuckle.

"Do you work this hard to be so lame?"

"Do you--shut up. I don't sound lame." He said lamely.

And now she was just outright laughing. "How do you expect me to believe that you're actually 29?"

"Because I am!"

And the laughing was just rude. Rude and uncalled for. Unless you asked literally everyone who has ever met him.

Well she had met him and Negasonic is often mean.

"Why don't your fucking act like it then?"

"Oh, and what does a twenty-nine year old act like?" Rhys asked, voice cracking how it would at all ages, let's be honest here. "Because this is what one acts like when they get demoted from their job and then have to go on a roadtrip on a murder planet to find a stupid vault that is probably just filled with more murder!"

It was, in fact, filled with murder. And loot. So much loot. Get them high quality guns, son.

"And now are stuck as a teenager with the worst roommate possible!"

Which was the most important part, really.

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"I live in a world where I'm hated and sometimes hunted because of my genetic makeup. Other people I know have been crippled, mutated to having blue fur or worse appearance and yet suck it up when things get bad," Negasonic snapped back. "Somehow I doubt they'd get all worked up about a 15 year old king locking them out of a room."

Excuse you, it was the worst thing possible.

"Emperor." Thanks, Rhys. "And okay, so maybe it's a little dramatic. So what? Just because where I'm from people only kill each other for money or for a promotion or for weird Pandora reasons."

He turned a little green.

"Pizza face. Ugh."

"So? Have you seen that guy? A stiff breeze could knock him over," Negasonic replied. "You don't have to effing kill him. Knock him around a bit and maybe he'll back off."

Worst advice ever.

"You want me to beat him up?" HE WOULD FAIL AT IT. BECAUSE A STIFF BREEZE WOULD KNOCK RHYS OVER TOO.

IT'S NOT LIKE KUZCO IS HANDSOME JACK OR VASQUEZ! C'MON!

Which is something Negasonic might say if she understood narrative.

Instead she just shrugged at Rhys. The "duh" is implied.

Yeah, but his track record! IT WAS AWFUL.

"You could beat him up for me." Rhys, no.

"Fuck no. He's your problem," she said holding up her hands. "Me getting involved in your lover's quarrel isn't going to fix anything."

FN-2187 wasn't wandering. Wandering was unnecessary and frowned upon by the First Order. He was...patrolling, that was it. Patrolling for someone to talk to.

Like this guy who was looking somewhat the worse for wear and also missing some important body parts. "Are you okay?" he had to ask.

"I am in no way okay," Rhys replied sullenly. "I'm here."

He was such a drama queen about this.

"Uh, yeah," FN-2187 said. "We're all here." Obviously.

"Yeah, but I don't want to be," Rhys whined maturely. He might have even kicked at the coffee table ineffectively. Like, seriously, Rhys. You are weak as hell. It's sad for everyone involved.

"...that also applies to a larger percentage of us than you might think." Not that FN-2187 didn't want to be here! He just felt like he probably shouldn't want to want to be here. Like he should probably report into the trooper station in town at some point, at least.

And now his foot hurt a little, so he had to stop kicking things.

Rhys squinted at him. "Are you new too?"

"Not really," FN-2187 said. "But I can't figure out how to leave." Granted, he hadn't tried very hard.

Well then. Rhys was willing to try not being a whiney douche about it then.

"Same." Instead he was just a little suspicious. "Rhys."

"FN-2187." Yeah.

Rhys did look a little confused by it, but he also made high pitched fanboy noises at a guy named Zer0. So.

"Were you named after a robot?" Because that actually seemed the most likely conclusion to come to.

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