33 Apocalypse Avenue, Friday Morning

[meetingsnoopy]

Melody's fingers were blue when she got back from posting the last of her "Rooms for Rent" signs around town, and tacking purple and gold balloons to the front of the house. She sat in the kitchen cradling a cup of coffee with tons of sugar, wondering what the new people would be like, and if they'd let her practice drums in their rooms.

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[a_no_brainer]

After the picnic, Glitch had lost sight of anyone he had met and trusted.

So, he wandered. Everything was strange, but not exactly unsafe. The 'Rooms for Rent' signs did catch his eye, though, and he tried to determine which house they were for.

If he was going to be a teacher here, he'd probably need a place to live.

He had wandered up and down Apocalypse Avenue twice before thinking to try the one with the floaty colored balls attached to it. They reminded him of tiny versions of Ahamo's balloon.

Glitch stepped up to the door and knocked. He tried to be patient and not fidget with his coat while he waited for an answer.

[meetingsnoopy]

Melody came to the door barefoot, coffee cup still in hand. "Hi!" she grinned, as though the stranger were her new best friend.

[a_no_brainer]

Glitch smiled back, very glad that she was much more friendly than the 'awesome' man who had stared at his zipper.

"Hello." He gave a small bow, because it could never hurt to be too polite to someone while requesting lodging. "I'm Ambrose," he decided to start with the more formal name first, "but you can call me Glitch if you'd rather."

He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as he tried to figure out how to explain his situation. "I, uhm, came to Fandom today and found out that I'll be teaching here. Since, well, since I'll be staying I was wondering if any of your rooms were still for rent?"

Glitch gave a tiny wince when he finished. It was really a very strange story.

[meetingsnoopy]

By Fandom standards, it was hardly strange at all. "We have at least two," Melody said, gesturing Ambrose/Glitch in. "And Logan's old room in the basement, but I think I'm taking that 'cause I was in a living room and it was kinda cramped. C'mon in."

She appraised him, taking in the coat, the punkish name, the zipper on his head. "Awesome body mod," she decided. "Did it hurt?"

[trashmouth7]

Since commuting from LA wasn't exactly an option, Richie needed someplace to live. He wandered around town for a bit, keeping an eye out for giant statues of historical figures, but didn't find any. He did find some "rooms for rent" signs, so he decided to check it out.

Shuddering at the balloons (for no reason he could think of), he knocked at the door.

[meetingsnoopy]

Done showing Glitch his room, Melody had returned to her post at the kitchen table, bouncing up when she heard the knock on the door. "Heyyy," she said to the man there. "C'n I help you with anything?"

[trashmouth7]

"Hi," said Richie, totally not staring at the woman in front of him. Well, maybe a little. "I'm here about the rooms for rent? I'm new here, I just saw a sign."

[meetingsnoopy]

Melody didn't mind being stared at; she played with her hair a little. "This is so perfect -- we have one room left," she said. "Wanna come in and see it? I'm Melody. I'm kinda the landlady." She stepped aside to let Richie in.