#badmusejail

When deep into a session of RS7, Jimmy lost all concept of the passage of time. His mind focused in on playing and trash talking. He especially liked to trash talk new players.

Several weeks had passed and River had managed to talk Gaster into visiting the San Francisco zoo (and, well, being the transportation to said zoo) at the promise of covering both his ticket and coffee afterwards. Or during, if they had any inside.

They'd wanted to see it for some time and, with the arrival of a few different activist organizations (on the monsters' side for once) and all of the increased political drama that had caused, they felt like Gaster probably needed the break too.

Tilting their head to look at the map they were holding from another direction, they commented, "I feel like this was written for someone who can read very, very tiny letters." Holding it closer, they make a clicking noise.

It had been a while since he'd bothered with Humans, but seeing as the Surface was well and open to exploration within this particular place in time and multiversal space - why refrain? The typical recipient of his taunts wrapped in conversational veneer was otherwise indisposed.

That was the rationale behind the old egghead roaming aimlessly before picking out a Human that stood out to him and tailing that man for a little while - at least until they were for-certain alone. At that time, heralding his presence, a pair of hands slipped into visible reality. In the same moment, the one responsible for the displaced mitts came to the sudden realization that this random Human probably wouldn't be able to read signs.

@badmusejail

Alex had not been expecting to be faced with a relatively large and very vocal mob more or less blocking any of the easy accesses to the University when she got there that afternoon. As soon as she got within hearing distance, however, it became clear just what, exactly, was going on.

Lovely. Another anti-monster protest.

A disgusted look crossed the mage's face briefly at the sight of so many people all yelling at the top of their lungs about how offended they were that monsters would dare set foot on such prestigious grounds.

As if most of the people there even had right to complain. They didn't even go to this University!

Sighing, Alex avoided getting any closer to the mob, opting to skirt around the edge of the building, sneaking in through one of the side entrances that mostly only the faculty tended to use in the effort to avoid the crowd out front.

She really didn't want to have to deal with a large group of overgrown babies if she could help it.

Given the mob, she had figured that Dr. Gaster had likely ended up having to cancel the lecture for today, but shockingly when she peeked her head into the usual lecture hall, she was surprised to see him there.

"Smart man," he said with a grin.

Raisu certainly knew better than to underestimate people based on appearance either. He'd seen it happen enough times. Easy for a more hot-headed person to not think much of the older man leaning on a cane.

This guy seemed interesting though. There was something in the way he was easily twirling that wrench without fumbling it betrayed practiced skill and developed coordination. There was also something familiar about him.

Atieno had taken on a more void-like form, often lurking in the darkness - moving between establishments with a casual ease. When they were doing their little investigations in space, they liked the fun of being able to hide and pass by in something of dark blur.

So when they had been hanging out in what could be a neglected area, watching someone who seemed to be looking for something.. what exactly they didn't know - but a curious presence was enough to have to observing for a little while.

They weren't surprised when they heard him speak, aware of their presence.

"Hm. Suppose I can't be too surprised by that." Slowly but surely, Atieno does start to slip into a more 'visible presence'. There's still part of them that could blur into the darkness at any moment but at least he could see a face, enough of a form to be able to interact with them.

Talia felt out of place here. Perhaps that was normal, as she wasn't used to being around anyone other than her own people. Perhaps it was that the way people looked at her made her uncomfortable.

Cont.

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True! But Corvus was shallow like that. Even if he was no one in his own realm...it would not stop him to be someone in another place, another time even.

" Ah...I forgive your transgression! Tell me...are you the ruler of this place? "