Hunter returns to his home in the city, a quaint two story abode, where he lives with Carnavas, his adoptive mother. He unlocks the door and heads inside. He leaves his boots in the small shoe rack next to the door, and hangs his jacket on the coat hanger. He heads inside, and says hello to Carnavas before heading upstairs to his room, "Evening, Miss Hay! School was nice today." He makes his way into his room, and settles down for a bit. Eventually, he reaches for the pill box near his bed, ever since his accident, he's needed to take various medicines to keep his brain... stable. Taking a bullet to the head will do that to you. Eventually, he finds himself laying down in bed and drifting off to sleep.

(I like to think that they share a dorm- Hestia has her side of the room, and Imp’s side resembles something more like a nest. A mess of blankets and pillows take up her bed, a sensory swing hangs in one corner, and her wall is littered with family photos of she and Hestia’s childhood)

Imp pouts and furrows a brow, and bumps her head into Hestia’s as a way to comfort her. Her tail also wraps around her wrist.

“Huh? Why Hestia think that? Imp think Hestia do great! Maybe stupid bot escape. But we rescue workers! We stop bad guy mission! We get them next time, Imp knows it.”

Imp pulls out the key to their shared dorm. She guides them both in, and motions her to sit on Hestia’s bed while she produces a hair brush.

“Sit, sit. Imp brush hair now- Hestia too stressed.”

So uhh Sage lives in a single dorm that they got due to their time shenanigans and a little bureaucracy.
The room itself is seemly split into two halves one for Sage and the other for Spot. Sage's side looks rather cramped mostly due to all the books, board games and clutter littering the desk and shelves. Meanwhile Spot’s half is covered in dog related accountment namely toys, a bed, food, that sort of stuff. The one thing tying the whole room together seems to be the white walls and red carpet.

During Sage’s free time he mostly reads books and tries to learn new games.
They also are trying to adjust to this era and getting to know this version of the school’s new student body. She has gone about this by talking to the other dorm dwelling freshmen and hanging out in the computer lab while pestering the teacher for help.

OOC:Some ideas for some personal scenes could be asking some students to play Arkham Horror or pestering the computer lab teacher. Also brain dead this is best I can do.

Trouble let's out a sigh as she lets the brushing sooth her. She relaxes as much as possible, part of her knowing she won't fully relax until the Kongotron's are found and locked away.

"Thanks Imp, you're the best."

Trouble begins to doze, tired from the day's events, but then jolts awake.

"Oh! Imp is there anything you wanted to talk about? It was a pretty scary day, so I don't know if you want to talk about anything or ..."

OOC: For shame! Give suggestions for Sage's room and personal ASAP, if you haven't. I

Sage will, of course, reserve the right to tell us what the room looks like based on your suggestions, and I will reserve the right to remix any ideas y'all throw at me for neighbors or events.

We'll proceed through personal scenes one by one, starting with Sage, then...Imp/Trouble, and finally Hunter (because Caden's my veteran PBP player).

Spot looked up at Sage, and licked his nose. He licked his nose several more times, and then finally gestured with his nose, quite expectantly, at the mesh on the wall, which they had not yet ascended.

Sage smiles at Spot and proceeds to ascend the wall

He heads toward his room and grabs a game off the shelf proceeding to read it.

OOC:Also my suggestion for Imp and Trouble is someone forces them in a game of tetherball
Or uhh something comes crashing through a window
Maybe they go get snacks and hijinks ensue as they find a pirate looking for lost treasure

As sage came into their room, Birdie the Thinking Wall-Clock chimed in with a, "Welcome back, Sage and Spot! I have set the lights to--Night Light Setting. Would you like me to check prices on your--To Buy List?"

Sage picked a book off the shelf at random, alighting upon a second-hand copy of Boot Hill, in the third edition rules. This was a wild west RPG which, more than anything else, simulated gunfights with a great deal of simulationist realism. It was not the most imaginative game that she had, but then again--if you just want to play a two-pistoled western hero, what better game?

OOC: Is a fairly crunchy game with high realism factor to Sage's taste?

***

Imp and Trouble didn't make it right into their dorm. On their way in to the building through the field out front, a fellow student ran up to intercept. "Hey, Imp, Trouble! Come and play some touch football with us. You owe me for the dock tip, right?"

The two recognized him as a member of a fellow Clique, Blue Bee from the Xeno-Hackers (a Clique of students with alien tech and other body mods). He was out of his super gear, but the two knew that his gear was only seconds from fully materializing at any given moment.

OOC: So, there was some confusion. What I wanted with the personal scene prompt was something along the lines of what Sage has given. Ideas for things that can happen during a personal scene, complications and bumps in the road. These don't need to be anything special--the idea is just to keep y'all involved while others are doing their personal scenes.

Speaking of which, now accepting suggestions for Hunter's scene. I'll start giving prompts. What kind of unusual activity could Hunter's adoptive mother be engaged in when Hunter comes into the house? Is it possibly spy-related? Does she just have an unusual hobby?
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Trouble looks at Imp then back at Blue Bee.

"Sure! I'm down if Imp is down. Sounds like fun, and we do owe you."

Trouble looks back at Imp to see if she's up for it.

OOC: ohhhhhhh. I've connected the dots ... about what you meant-

Imp considers it a moment, before she breaks out in a chaotic and toothy grin.

“Ha! Sure! Imp feel like kicking nerd butt tonight! Imp hope blue butt like way defeat taste.”

As it turned out, Blue Bee wound up on your team in the game of touch football.

OOC: Imp, Trouble: What sort of strategy do you take in this game of touch football? Do you excel at defense or offense?

And perhaps more importantly, how do you plan to tackle the threat posed by the speedster on the other team, a kid named Robby who has not yet gained a name?

(I will not make you think about the actual, quite complicated, rules of touch football. You're welcoeme.)

Sage: plz answer prompt :D

Trouble laughs when Blue Bee ends up on their team, high fiving him as he walks over to them. "Hopefully Blue Bee doesn't taste defeat today."

When the game starts, Trouble is immediately goes on the defense, doing her best to protect her teammates. Trouble is a firm believer that the best offense is a good defense.

Trouble is hoping to tackle the Robby threat by strategically leaving herself vulnerable for an "attack", and then doing a reverse uno cuz she was prepared for it from Robby.

OOC: I was gonna have Trouble flirt with Robby to trip her up cuz that was my first thought (and Trouble's a lesbian) but I'll try this instead XD

Also thank you for not making me think of the rules of touch football ... I don't even know how to play regular football-

OOC: Ok ok prompt ideas for Hunter

What if she is just like obsessed with baking and has like the counter littered with baked goods because today was an “off” day or something( she's never really off but you know)Or maybe she knits idk
I like the idea of her doing a rather mundane hobby to balance out all the spy shit.

Imp still sticks her tongue out at Blue bee, teasing him.

“Later maybe, night still young.”

When the game starts, Imp is gonna be the complete opposite and go full offensive and aggressive. She uses her dexterity to her advantage, faking people out and making impossible and wacky maneuvers. If Trouble’s fake out doesn’t work, Imp will focus on playing mind games and taunting Robby, trying to get a rise out of her so she focuses on Imp instead of the game.

OOC: I hope I understand contact football. Also, I think I made Imp a little shit on accident >:)
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OOC: Alright, so from the two of you, I'll need:

Trouble: Provoke.

Imp: Directly Engage.

It sounds like you'd like to maybe provoke if Trouble's provoke fails. I'll allow you to do that if things work out that way, but it's pretty likely your rolls will decide the outcome of this game.

OOC: alright provoke is superior ... and I have guilty marked so let's see how this goes. and to no one's surprise: 02:43, Today: Trouble rolled 4 using 2d6-3 ((4,3)). yeah that's how I thought it'd go

OOC: oki doke, with a -2 from having afraid marked, Imp rooooolllllllssss… 2d6-2 ((1,3)) with a total 2
Damn, free potential I guess ;-;

Well, in theory it would have been an even game. The speculation of historians would one day be that this was probably a particularly off day for Imp and Trouble.

At the lineup, Trouble tried to bait Robby--she thought it seemed successful, at first, but Robby slowed her roll at the last moment and then threw a wink as she stopped on a dime. Trouble, expecting Robby to advance just then, stumbled and fell on her ass.

Imp, meanwhile, deployed an aggressive strategy immediately, going for various expert tricks and attacks. Unfortunately, this left the team split--unable to fully commit to either approach, Blue Bee tried to switch back and forth between the two strategies. Robby's team crushed.

Minutes later, the game finished with an excellent pass from Robby to her teammate Big Booster, which flew dramatically right through Imp's arms. Robby, Imp, and Blue Bee all hit the ground, skidding to a halt.

The two teams took a moment to rest. After a few moments, Blue Bee started laughing and said, "Good game."

***

When Hunter came home, he noticed two things. First of all, there was no coat-hanger. This was especially surprising because it wasn't freestanding, but was usually screwed into the wall. The second thing was the smell of something sweet baking.

When he came into the kitchen to inspect, Hunter found that Carnavas had covered the counters in paper, pastries, cookies, and so on. Looking over, he could see that the coat-hanger was now screwed into the side of the cabinets, and it seemed to have several heavy-looking bags hanging over it.

Carnavas was deep in thought, but responded to Hunter quite promptly: "Mr. Graves, I'm glad to hear it." She looked around. "Would you like to take some pastries for your friends? My casework is trying me today."

OOC: Trouble, you should know...Robby is going to take influence over you with this. :)

Imp, Trouble: Feel free to drop a post to wrap up the scene, but this post marks the transition.

Note also this custom move, which I will soon throw out into the other:

Whenever you spend your time enjoying hobbies with friends who understand your current struggles, clear a condition.

Since we're not dealing with your very dramatic backstories yet, you have triggered this move.

If anyone asks, Trouble will claim that her face is flushed just because she was running hard. It had nothing to do with the wink, she swears.

Trouble laughs with Blue Bee, and shoots smiles a at Robby. "Good game." and then turns back to Blue Bee. "Thanks for inviting us to play! That was fun."

Trouble stands up, brushes herself off, and offers a hand to Imp.

"Let's go home and get some rest, I think we've earned it."

OOC: Alright, this is my wrap up scene post. Also, Robby should take influence over Trouble, it's important that she does. Also Trouble definitely doesn't have a crush on Robby she does

Hunter entered the kitchen with a grin on his face, enticed by the smell of baking.

"W-wow! This smells incredible!" Hunter dashed to the counter and stuffed a chocolate chip cookie into his mouth. "Tastes incredible too..." Hunter savored the sweet before suddenly standing up on alert. "Oh! Er- yes! My friends would love some pastries! I'd be happy to take some for them."

Hunter's face shifted to one of inquisitiveness, as he turned his attention to the oddly placed coat hanger.

"What's with the bags, ma'am? Why'd you move the hanger in here?"

She was working hard on a new batch, and when Hunter started asking about things, Carnavas stopped suddenly and looked over at him. She was crouched over the bowl as she spoke, her hands palm-down and pressed tightly against the countertop to either side, so that Hunter could see her fingertips turn white against the spotted gray counter. Her voice was, as always, sharp and a little critical.

"Don't ask questions, Mr. Graves. I'm not in a questions mood today. The coat-hanger is in here because I ran out of room on the counter."

She eased up a bit and got back to mixing.

"How was your day at school, Mr. Graves?"

This last time she spoke, Carnavasspoke in a very mild tone of voice.

"I had a good day! My team and I fought some of the Kongotrons down at the docks. They were harassing the workers there, we aren't exactly sure what they wanted out of it. We chased them off."

Hunter pauses. "I suppose you could also frame it as 'they got away' but I like to look on the bright side of these things."

Carnavas Hay narrowed her eyes when she heard mention of the Kongotrons, as she was wont to do. She looked over at Hunter sideways--in a way which would be highly concerning if Hunter did not understand her intentions to be quite precisely good.

"Mr. Graves..."

She thought on what she was going to say for merely two and a half seconds.

"...be careful about the Kongotrons. Their cachet has depleted, but they are not pushovers. If they did not accomplish their task, and...if they were on official business, you can expect a counter-attack."

Carnavas spoke seriously, in an even tone, and without apparent concern. This, of course, meant that she was expressing her concern.

Hunter nodded firmly once she was finished speaking, "I understand, ma'am. We'll have to take caution, then."

A counter-attack? If the Kongotrons are the types to hold grudges, then Hunter should make sure his team is ready for them.

Wiping one hand clean over the course of roughly ten seconds, Carnavas reached out and grabbed Hunter's shoulder with her fore and middle fingers and her thumb.

"I will put these cookies in some tupperware containers. You'll take them to your friends."

OOC: We can end this scene now, if you like, or you can drop a final bit to close it yourself.

"Thanks, ma'am!"

OOC: Yeah, we'll end the scene here.