01: good morning, good morning

[tender_crook]

Action (reserved for the residents of 1651 Albright Lane):

[Blue pyjamas. His initials are hand-stitched on the pocket. Well, somebody's initials are. There's a "K" on them. But they are the lesser of many, many sartorial evils, and with a robe over you can hardly tell he's wearing painstakingly reproduced serial killer trophy clothingKurt sits at

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[no_indoor_voice]

[About fifteen minutes later, an already dressed but still somewhat dishevelled Tybalt walks in.

He sees Kurt but appears to take no notice of him, then suddenly looks at him again.]

Oh. They replaced the hollow boy with you.

[/standard tybaltvoice]

[no_indoor_voice]

There's a fishman and a girl they hollowed out. There are a few hundred others in the rest of the town.

[tender_crook]

[... sorry, Tybalt, he is not getting "drone" images here, he is getting "forced lobotomy" ones with a side of "taxidermied skinsuit".]

Oh my God, w- what?
You're kidding.

[Kurt gets a little closer for a better look at Longhair McTightPants. Although with the mention of fishmen he's not that sure he didn't just take a leftover Ambien by accident.]

[no_indoor_voice]

And you can't leave; you just end up at the start again. There's a road now, but it has bears.

[tender_crook]

No, really. You're kidding me.

[Kurt pushes a hand frustratedly through his hair. This is serious.]

[no_indoor_voice]

You'll probably die. Won't last, though.

[bite]

[tender_crook]

[fuuuuck maaaaaaan.

Kurt starts ransacking the kitchen, in orderly fashion, seeking a means to make coffee.]

What's your name--

[no_indoor_voice]

[There's a brief hesitation, like he has to try to remember, before he grumbles:]

...it's Tybalt.

[tender_crook]

[Kurt's mouth twitches but he keeps sorting through cooking implements. He turns to look at him, flushed and pink and a bit choked.]
Nice to meet you. I'm Kurt Hummel.

[no_indoor_voice]

[indistinct Tybalt noise]

[tender_crook]

Jesus, don't you people have a coffee maker?

[no_indoor_voice]

A what?

[tender_crook]

Were you born in a cave? You put water in it and make a pot of coffee--

[Kurt gestures futilely.]

[no_indoor_voice]

[this face]

[tender_crook]

[SIGH.]
Whatever. I'm too tired for this.

[no_indoor_voice]

Get used to it.