Things you need to do when you're a real boy [Open]

[note_atem]

Who: Atem Note_Atem and Open
What: He's just getting used to his settings- and failing at life. Literally. Come laugh and make it worse or help if you'd like.
When: In the evening, two days after his arrival.
Where: Everywhere? Around the residential areas and the recreational area
Warnings: None I think? Just idiot behavior

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[onewithwild]

Toboe was walking around, alone, when he spotted a new face. Now, used to talk with the newcomers, and used to make friends fast, he decided not to be shy and approach this person to meet him.

Although when he heard Atem’s voice - he sounded... a bit frustrated perhaps - he thought twice about his actions. Maybe he shouldn’t bother him.

Well, what’s the worse it could happen? If the other didn’t want Toboe’s company, all he had to do was to tell him to go away; so the kid approached, waving “Hello!”

[note_atem]

He looked up- someone was talking to him, right? There were a lot of people on this ship, though, so it was more probably that someone was greeting somebody else. But it wasn't as surprising as he thought when he saw that person directing himself at him.

"Hello." He responded, softy though, not having the energy for much else at the moment.

[onewithwild]

He didn’t look very good; was he sick? Toboe didn’t approach much so the other wouldn’t feel threatened. “Are you okay?” he sounded a bit down too; was it because he just found out about his world?

[note_atem]

Atem straightened up a little, as much as he could manage, though his hand stayed glued to that wall for support. The distance helped but it also had him wondering why the other was keeping it. Was something wrong? Did he not look approachable? Probably for the best in the end...

He nodded once. "Yes, I'm alright." His stance and pale of his face most likely gave away quite the opposite notion of that statement. But he was carrying himself a little better than he had been.

[invisibill]

The thing about being a ghostly superhero was that it gave you the perfect excuse to be a shameless busybody. This explains why, halfway through one of his endless patrols of the ship, Danny spots one of the new arrivals acting in a rather worrying fashion and impulsively decides to check up on him.

The ghost floats over and drops down in front of him.

"You know, you don't look so good."

[note_atem]

Atem's hand left his head as that body dropped down. He wasn't certain he was seeing things correctly. Another- ...goddess? Ghost? Something else-

Hadn't he seen that face before? Mm.. wrong colors. But it definitely looked familiar. With as many people on this ship though, he could be wrong.

"I'm fine." The answer was quick and perhaps a little grated, pride not allowing for much else.

[invisibill]

"...They must have changed the definition of fine when I wasn't looking."

[note_atem]

"If you're worried about someone, I'm sure sarcasm is the way to help." It was a quick shot back, his temper suffering in the light of his situation. This really was no good, was it? He'd have to do better.

[motherofthesun]

Today, she had been working on sculpting, but she still wasn't understanding what the boss meant by modern. Modern on the ship? Modern from your time? She wished he had been more specific. Either way, Amaterasu was heading back to her actual room for today when she noticed someone slumping against the wall. They seemed in pain.

Quietly, she approached them.

... Ah, it was Atem.

"What's wrong, young man?"

[note_atem]

Atem's head lifted at that voice. His eyes moved, reaching hers, a soft look of ... doubt? Uncertainty? Either way, he immediately straightened up the best he could, though his hand was still lightly bracing the wall. He was fine, really. Sure he was.

"Nothing." He was usually good at lying at whatever circumstance he needed to, but he'd already been caught. Still, he'd try. He didn't need anyone worrying about him.

[motherofthesun]

She looked back calmly, her ears lowering a bit. She didn't understand why people tried to hide their pain like this. Her eyes flicked briefly to his hand and she shook her head.

"You're unwell. Have you been failing to take care of yourself?"

[note_atem]

There was something oddly familiar about this person. But he hadn't spoken to a human- ... alien? like her yet. Not with ears like those. Or had he? Trying to remember anything made his head hurt worse. It seemed he'd have to do something about this situation if his own powers of deduction were failing because of it.

"My health is my own concern." His reply was calm, though still said with that hand curling slightly against the wall. He'd never been in the habit of worrying people, or letting people worry about him- Even as a young prince. It just didn't sit right with him. "And I'm fine."

[cuteghost300]

Pamela was just floating along the hallway, putting ribbons here and there, when she spied that guy with the weird hair. She vaguely remembers that he was a nice guy, so she floats over and speaks.

"Hey? You okay?"

[note_atem]

His eyes moved quickly upon hearing that voice, and the last pieces of the puzzle about her finally fit together. She wasn't lying about being a ghost, about being centuries old. At least that much was true, now he could see. Unless he was hallucinating, but he wasn't that far gone yet. So that was out.

A smile came over his lips with a small effortless nod in her direction. "Yes, Pamela, I'm fine. Thank you."

[cuteghost300]

"You sure? That's not really the best place to rest, y'know?"

[note_atem]

"Rest?" He asked. He wasn't trying to rest. He was trying to find out more things about his situation. There wasn't time for rest. A slow shake of his head, "I'm not- I wasn't trying to rest." Absolutely not.