Tobias (Animorphs) (ex_birdboy908) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2009-01-27 01:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | tobias |
Who: Tobias, OTA X-Factor workers, sort-of tag Mia
What: Visitations, swallowing pride. Dancing Sidestep.
When/where: Monday, early evening, X-Factor HQ, NYC
Warnings: ...Nothing major? Swearing, harsh situations, not above R.
(OOC: I know X-Factor is sort of bumming right now- poor Jamie!- so if someone feels like trying to run him off, as a catharsis/redirected frustration thing, it's fine. He just doesn't feel like brooding in Central Park during a cold snap.)
Tobias had been going back and forth for the better part of the day, what to do. He was broke (for now, he reminded himself, and would have smirked if he could), and the suite was only paid through the morning. He must've known what was coming, after all.
And that was strange- knowing his older self, like another person. Another morph, really- all of the ingrained memories and feelings and essence that was him at 30, sharing the already-cramped psyche of his current bird/self. Now, not only did he have bird impulses and the paranoia of six years of war and depression, he had the jaded outlook of a man who'd seen a lot (not 'it all', there was always more to see, like that was a cheery thought). It was like having two consciences, constantly trying to tell him what to do, what was right, and frankly, it was making his head hurt.
At least he, himself and Tobias agreed on one thing. It was fucking cold out.
He didn't know why he was circling X-Factor; not that he should have recognized the building at all, with the address tucked away with his belongings in the train station locker. But he could see it all, the layout, the office configuration, even the doorcode- at least, what it had been, or would be in the future. (Time travel. It wasn't sane.)
Deciding to swallow a bit of pride, he gave into the urge to land and morph, cursing the t-shirt he was forced into, as a human. Twenty-year-old human, of course; he hadn't tried turning into his older self, and probably never would, for fear of just what would happen. What that would mean. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest as he nudged the door open and stepped inside, looking around for a friendly face. Maybe an unfriendly one, if he had to- he wasn't in the mood to be picky. He just needed a bit of company.
And the heat definately didn't hurt the place's appeal, either.
"Uh, hello?"