Battle of the roommates Who: Scion OT Match What: A clerical terror When: Monday evening, right after THIS Where: Match and Multiple Man's room, Haven Warnings: Most likely language. Ranting and raving insanity is likely.
"What do you mean he's already got a roommate!?!" Frederick yelled after several seconds of astonished, disbelieving silence. He dropped his bag firmly at the foot of the bed he had chosen for himself on his first trip here. Obviously the room had been empty then, or this conversation would have happened a lot sooner. The bag and the box he had brought over on that trip were still sitting right where he had left them. He had figured whoever was in the room at this time had not had time to pack or something, since he had been assured he could move in whenever he wanted.
"No, no, no, no," he said in rapid succession. "There's got to be some kind of mistake. I was clearly told that I could move in with my friend Jamie Madrox today. Surely you're moving out, right?" He swallowed, eyes wide and frantic. "Listen, if you need a few days to pack, that's okay. I'm sure we can work it out," he tried in a more placating tone, but he had a sinking feeling about this.
This day simply could not get any worse. He had set his sights on his childhood buddy Jamie, hungry for a connection in this house full of strangers, but it seemed he was a day late and a British accent short in that department. On the way here he had convinced himself that at least they could be friends again, like when they were kids. After all, that had truly been the original plan, hadn't it? So then, he'd be the best roommate Jamie could want, and he'd just see where that led. Right?
Wrong. Not if Jamie already had a roommate. A flaming one, no less.