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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

A - C Akeldama Alisha Diphda Allura Baku Ben Douglass Belthazar Carl Grimes Connor

D - F Escha Malier Eithan Paine Felix Gaeta

G - I Glenn Rhee Grievous Haggar

J - M James T. Kirk (OU) James T. Kirk (AU) Kaname Bucanneer Keith Kitty Pryde Kogarasumaru Kolivan Krolia Lance Leia Organa Leilani Lavellan Libra Loki Lordon Gesh Lup Maggie Rhee Magnus Burnsides Manji Messer Ihlefeld Mikleo Mirage Farina Jenius

(last updated: 1/21/19)

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glenn rhee

[rheecon]

[ The room itself isn't entirely remarkable - four walls painted a soft grey, a made bed, a dresser and writing desk, nightstands on either side of the bed… all very charming and proper, but the furnishings carry the somewhat generic appeal of what was a pre-planned community, with the lightest touch of southeastern American charm, through the added lens of softly-focused, almost dreamlike reconstruction. Through the windows, you can see hints of the community - other homes that surround an open central space, a church beyond, a wall - but the closer toward the wall you look, the fuzzier what you see becomes. Details evaporate into a haze. There isn't a soul out there, either.

What's more sharply defined are objects, mostly arranged on and around the dresser:

A baseball cap, red with a tan brim, beaten and dirty
A walkie-talkie next to it, covered in a fine layer of dust
A pair of binoculars, with a neck strap
A guitar, leaning against the side of the dresser
An orange backpack with a riot helmet strapped on top, sitting on the floor
A green balloon, uninflated
A pocket watch, prominently centered on the dresser

Glenn is sitting on the edge of the bed, facing a window. When you walk into the room, he looks up at you for a moment, silently, and then turns back to gaze out the window once more. ]


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[candothat]

[This is new.

Pavel takes a quick look around the room (keeping his hands to himself for now) before approaching Glenn. He glances out the window as well, trying to see whatever the room's owner is seeing.]

What is out there?

[rheecon]

[ He looks over at Pavel - whether he recognizes him or not isn't entirely clear, but he does respond. ]

Alexandria.

[ He looks back toward the window, still speaking - ]

It was our home. The last one.

[candothat]

The last one before you came here, or...?

[Actually, it's probably impolite to dig.]

It looks quiet. [Possibly not in a good way.]

[rheecon]

Yeah.

[ It is. It's also the last one he'll have, but... well. That's a whole other question that a trail-off thankfully isn't really asking. ]

It's not usually this quiet. It seems like everyone's gone...

[candothat]

[Pavel isn't sure if he should ask more about what Alexandria is usually like either, so he returns his attention to the room.]

I'm sorry for intruding, if you were enjoying the quiet.

[The guitar catches his attention. Without really thinking about it, he touches its strings.]

[rheecon]

Oh no, it's fine-

[ He turns to look at Pavel, but in the same moment, as Pavel's fingers touch the strings of the guitar, the room - and Glenn - fade away. It gradually shifts to a different room, the warm, neatly appointed living room of a farmhouse with a fireplace. The gathering taking place there, however, is tense - at best. A few familiar faces, a bit less touched by time and the world, may be spotted among the gathered. Questions are stirring among them, and Glenn speaks up- ]

So how do we do this? Just take a vote?

[ A woman with a blonde ponytail chimes in then, ] Does it have to be unanimous?

[A brunette woman, leaning by the corner, ] How about majority rules?

[ And then, a man with a southern drawl, who seems to have some sense of authority speaks up, ] Well, let's just see where everybody stands and we can talk through the options.

[ Chekov's presence here either hasn't been noticed or is accepted - should he speak up, the room will fall silent and still, as if paused. Glenn, however, even as his younger self here, will notice. ]

[candothat]

What are we voting for?

[Although Pavel has seen enough memories play to out to know that, as a rule, he can't participate, he's compelled to ask anyway. He directs his question at Glenn.]

[monolike]

[It's almost like walking around in the stale dust of ruins that haven't seen the light of day in a couple hundred years. Sorey waves a hand in front of his face as if to dispel particles purely out of habit, but that obviously does nothing to bring things into focus.

The man sitting by the window glances over but then turns away. Whether because he's absorbed in his memories or because he doesn't want anybody in here, Sorey doesn't know. This isn't his first rodeo but he knows how invasive this can be, and though he knows he'll have to touch one of those things over there to get out he'd still like to try and ask permission first.]

...is this your first time doing this?

[rheecon]

[ When he's spoken to, he turns again, slightly bemused rather than obliquely preoccupied. His awareness hasn't really kicked in to what's happening, and calling attention to it is just enough to make him realize anything could be unusual about just sitting here in this room. ]

Doing what?

[ Like he should just exist in a vague room with no apparent exit. ]

[monolike]

[Hmmmmm....okay then.] Um- Meeting...new people? [nice save

Sorey is just going to very carefully peer at the objects then, since he'll probably have to invade this guy's privacy to give him back his privacy. Ugh, Atroma.]

[rheecon]

Oh - did you just get here?

[ He gives a small smile, actually getting up from his seat. ]

Well, hey, welcome to Alexandria. I'm Glenn.

[passingthrough]

[Just so much entering unfamiliar rooms lately. It's all very dreamlike, but she hasn't forgotten what it is. Maybe because she repeats it to herself every day before going to bed again. Calibrations. Calibrations. Calibrations. It could also be random luck of the draw that no attempt at training her mind would have caused or prevented.

Step one is always the same though. Identify threats. It's just the kind of thing her super normal childhood instilled in her. Still, the only other person with her seems to be fairly unthreatening at the moment. She relaxes slightly.]

Glenn?

[rheecon]

[ His gave moves slowly away from the window and he turns toward her, seeing her - though recognition doesn't entirely register. ]

Yeah-- hi. Are you new here?

[passingthrough]

Am I...? [Nodding after a moment. Not everyone comes into or hosts these with the same level of awareness. It might be best to play along at least for a bit.] Yeah. First time. What are you doing?

[rheecon]

[ First time is... a little weird, but hey. He can let it go. ]

Well, welcome to Alexandria.

[ He gives a little smile, then glances back toward the window. ]

I was just... watching. It's quiet today.

[ In fact, there are no other signs of life, but hey. This is all seemingly normal to him. ]

[passingthrough]

Thanks. [Aaron mentioned that place too.] I'm Kitty.

Watching for the... [They don't call them zombies.] the dead ones? [She's not sure that's it, but it's not zombies.]

[rheecon]

[ He exhales a soft breath of a chuckle. ]

No -- there are people on watch, walls to keep them out.

Inside of them, we have lives here. Community. A future.

[ Well, some people do. Not so much him. Details. ]

[passingthrough]

Yeah? [Her expression softens further. Not that she walked in with it very hard in the first place, but there's something about that which strikes a cord. Not just that he's putting the effort in to comfort her, but what he's saying reminds her of points in her life when she felt like maybe for the first time in a long time she could have a future. And every time she started building it up some wave came along and knocked down her best-laid sandcastles.]

Futures are pretty dangerous things you know? You start hoping for things and then planning for things and making things happen. And then life has other ideas. Or death. [Pretty applicable in both their cases.]

[straightouttacarbonite]

[ walking into strange rooms is starting to feel like a habit. He takes a second to orient himself, checking the surroundings-- unfamiliar, unsurprisingly. There aren't that many people whose memories wouldn't be. ]

Well, [ he says, with a bit of a sigh. ] Where's this?

[rheecon]

[ Well, that's a weird question, because how would someone get this far and not know where they are? Even Glenn's relatively unaware dream self is puzzled by the question, considering. ]

Uh... Alexandria?

[ And more as honest if puzzled inquiry than anything as accusatory as the words could potentially be - ]

Where'd you come from?

[straightouttacarbonite]

Good question.

[ The shortest answer: the Marsiva. The longest: Corellia. Already, he's got the feeling neither is gonna be much good. ]

Nowhere you ever heard of, probably.

[rheecon]

Yeah? Kind of seems like the world's getting bigger every day, somehow.

[ Something like a very light wry amusement is in that, as he glances back to the window, beyond the wall that itself is beyond the soft focus. Just for a moment ]

Were you with a community? Or on the road?

[straightouttacarbonite]

[ what does that even mean, you weirdo.

Han's gonna guess that means this is a place where people don't leave their planet. Which he's inferred usually means Earth, wherever the hell that is. ]

I travel a lot, [ he affirms. Hey, it's not a lie. ] Kinda like it better that way.

[rheecon]

[ It's long story, Han. Don't ask.

But he nods - the road wasn't good for his people, but surely there are people making it work. ]

Have you found much out there?