[catch all for emet selch]

[maidforservice]

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week one, monday

[maidforservice]

[GOOD MORNING HAPPY MONDAY SAY HELLO TO YOUR NEW ROOMMATE!!]

[that is. . . I hope Emet-Selch didn't need that rest, because he may be woken up on Monday morning by a mysterious crashing noise coming from the pod next to his]

[rise and shine sleepyhead!!]]

[arkitect]

What--

[that cuts off with a slight thud, as he sits up and promptly smacks his tall-ass head on the roof of the pod. there's some grumbling as he shifts, pulling himself out of it without further incident to give the room a wholly unimpressed look-over.]

I truly do hate this Realm.

[hello new roommate, how's it going over there.]

[maidforservice]

[a pause]

[then another pause]

[and then a purple-haired young woman sticks her head out from her pod]

Oh my-- now this is unexpected, isn't it? Did I wake you, sir?

[arkitect]

--I take it you, too, were previously with someone else. It really cannot leave well enough alone...

[a huff of breath, as he moves to gather his things from wherever they're placed-- just a purple crystal and a small plush.]

But no. I was already awake.

[he will not admit to being woken up.]

[maidforservice]

[she steps out of her pod (with her things presumably already tucked away in their proper containers) and bows at Emet-Selch. SHE IS DRESSED IN PAJAMAS I GUESS???]

Yes; I was staying in the same room as Miss Jeanne. I hope she's doing well.

[nts CHECK IN ON JEANNE LATER TODAY]

I don't believe we've met. My name is Sharon.

[arkitect]

[the name's unfamiliar, and he makes a mental note to refer back to the previous assignments later-- for the moment, he gives her a small nod in acknowledgement.]

Kreuger, wasn't it?

[he's gone over the profiles often enough.]

You may call me Emet-Selch. So long as you do not cause a disturbance, then I doubt we will have any problems.

[maidforservice]

I prefer the name "Sharon.."

[she says it politely enough, but there is a small bit of force behind her words. Sharon, not Kreuger!!]

And I could say the same to you, Master Emet-Selch. So long as we respect each others' space, I'm certain we'll get along. ♥

[arkitect]

All of your customs do vary. Just Sharon, then.

[he's speaking while he moves, inspecting the new room. hm.]

I am not certain if this is preferable to the last one, exactly, but it should suffice. There is room enough.

[maidforservice]

[taking a step back to peer into her pod. if he inspects it, Emet-Selch will notice that it's in a bit of disarray?? the sheets of her bed are scattered across the floor and the drawers of her item-compartments are open-- possibly the sound of the crashing noise he heard earlier]

It's certainly. . . unique.

[arkitect]

One could say that, yes.

[he does, in fact, take a quick glance inside as she peers into it, his brow furrowing.]

-just what sort of state did you wake in?

[maidforservice]

[SHE KNOWS. . .]

I apologize for the mess, Master Emet-Selch. I assure you I'm not normally this disorganized.

[but. well]

Our sudden change in surroundings startled me; that's all.

[arkitect]

[he just exhales a little breath, waving a hand.]

It is your side, I won't be concerned about its appearance. But at this rate the place is going to cause more deaths on its own, whether by head injury or heart attack.

[maidforservice]

[heehee]

Did you bump your head on the ceiling when you woke up?

[there's a light tease in her tone. she's amused]

[arkitect]

I do not believe they were quite made for anyone of my height.

[a little grumpier, there. don't @ him.]

[maidforservice]

[TOO LATE, SHE HAS @ HIM]

Do be careful when stooping down to enter your room, though. You wouldn't want to give yourself a crick in your neck and shoulders.

[arkitect]

It may well be too late for that.

[he's slouching one hundred percent of the time. his neck and shoulders are done for.]

[maidforservice]

[OH NO. . .]

I suppose nobody taught you about posture as a child?

[she isn't judging I promise she's lightly teasing]