What's all that bumping and stomping coming from next door?! This is supposed to be a nice high-rise in a good part of town!
-Post with your character. -You're a resident at a nice high-rise apartment in the big city. (You might have lived there a long time or just moved in yourself - up to you. Maybe mention what activity you're in the middle of doing at home when the racket starts up?) -People who reply are noisily moving in to the apartment next door. -Thread out your arguments, offers to help, and new-neighbor meet-and-greets!
[As the owner, manager/landlord and maintenance man of an apartment building in Bedford-Stuyvesant (Bed-Stuy), Brooklyn, Clint's used to people moving in or out, using an apartment as a safe house and just randomly joining the Friday roof cookout.]
[Of course his father rented him an apartment all expenses paid, because there was no way his son was going to live in shared campus housing, and of course, he also hired a moving company for the whole move.
Dion has been a bit lost all day watching people arrange furniture he did not choose or buy himself in a place he did not get to see before today, interspersed with apologizing to some neighbors who came to complain bout the noise, something he did not know was a thing due to having grown up in a house surrounded by acres of parks and gardens.
It's not that he's not looking forward to that next stage of his life, but... Like a lot of things, it's been decided for him and he has been expected to go with it without complaining.
Maybe, just maybe, being away from home and in charge of himself and his own life will do him good. He certainly thinks so. Still, he feels he should be so tired after closing the door ont he last mover because he certainly did not carry anything today.
At least he managed to tell them not to unpack his personal affairs; maybe he can arrange his books and clothes the way he likes them, but... tomorrow. Surely, that can wait for tomorrow.
He'll walk out onto the balcony to send a text message to his father telling him everything went well and thanking him again and then... he should make some food, and then go to sleep, probably.]
[ Joshua has not been witness to most of the process, as he has spent his time in the library with his diverse research subjects, and has only come back in the last half hour or so, after the movers have left. He has made himself his usual tea, and has settled on his own balcony with it and another book, and a notebook that he scribbles in absently until the next fit of dry cough shakes him.
It is after it that he looks up and blinks, unexpected motion catching his eye from the previously vacant next-door apartment balcony, rising up but not coming closer. ]
Good evening. And welcome to your new abode.
[ Calm and friendly, but leaving the other man, of whom he can see the outline of and strands of longish blond hair concealing the face from Joshua's view, the chance to refuse engaging into further conversation without seeming impolite. ]
[If there is one thing Dion was not expecting, it's to be addressed while on the balcony, and he gives a start at hearing the voice clearly directed at him, and... well, he was leaning on the railing while texting and the only thing he can do is watch helplessly as his cell phone plummets down several meters and breaks into a few dozen pieces upon impact.
... Well, at least he'd finished texting his father but good god, that is a great way to make a good first impression on your neighbors.
He turns to said neighbor while still looking a bit dumbfounded, although not angry, really. It's just a phone, and at least this way he might be able to buy a model he likes to replace it. And for some reason, he feels the need to apologize for his own outsized reaction.]
I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone to be out there.
[ The motion is so small that, trying to meet the man's gaze, Joshua almost misses it. But he doesn't, and his eyes go very wide, his lips parting in surprise, making is face seem nearly impossibly young. ]
I - no, it is I who apologize. I did not mean to startle you.
[ Cough. Cough. Then he bites his lip lightly to try to will it to subside. ]
Please, allow me to at least help you buy a new one this was--
We should go down so you can retrieve your card, at least.
[ Something that should be likely to have survived. ]
[The neighbor is right, he should at least get his SIM card back. And probably pickup the pieces, too. They can discuss the rest later - Dion is honestly not even mad, he doesn't need money to buy a new phone and he feels a bit stupid for being so clumsy, mostly. But well, refusing help now would be... impolite, and so he nods.]
[ Joshua would offer to simply buy a new one for him, but he suspect that may be overmuch, or imposing on the man. (Something about the way he speaks tugs at his mind, but Joshua is too flustered for having caused him a problem to fully pay attention.) ]
Yes.
[ And he ducks inside to slip on his jacket and take the flashlight and put on his shoes, and outside their apartments they meet, to go down, his smile a little nervous but open. ]
[There's also something tugging at Dion's mind about his new neighbor - his voice, his hair color, his... cough? - but he is still a bit too frazzled to manage to pinpoint it.
They're both a little awkward in the elevator down, and it's not until he's crouching gathering the broken pieces that something clicks and he suddenly looks up, eyes wide.]
[ Joshua's back straightens up at the call of his name, and he blinks. ]
I am.
[ Now he looks more carefully, and, oh. The memories swim up, and he swallows hard, his chest twisting in ways that he really did not expect of the day. Or the year. ]
Dion Lesage? What... are the chances? What has it been, twenty years?
After the accident... I was apparently taken somewhere other than ... where my brother was. For years, I remembered nothing of who I had been. When I eventually did and I tried to look for my family, none of them were where I could find them. Eventually, I found out that at least my brother had survived, at least.
I apologize, if it seems as though you suffered a loss under false pretenses.
[ He feels... extremely awkward, suddenly. Uncertain why. ]
... That's not for you to apologize for. You were just a child, and if you couldn't remember, it's not like you could do anything but follow what the adults around you were telling you.
[But that is a fantastical story nonetheless. And... wait, did he say...]
Clive is alive too? Have you found him?
[And then it hits him that they're having this conversation crouching on the sidewalk int he dark, and this is wholly inappropriate.]
... How about we go back inside and you can tell me more. If you want to.
[He wouldn't presume he has a right to know, even if he'd been friendly with the Rosfields back when they were children.]
[He is upset, yes, because well, who wouldn't be when discovering that two of his acquaintances that he had been on friendly terms with as a child were alive and well when he'd thought them long dead, but clearly there is more to the story, and just from a few words, he can't imagine what Joshua must have gone through himself.
The accident itself had been horrific enough to make headlines for months so it is little wonder that seeing the man in the flesh is... jarring.
But first things first. Dion manages to pick up the SIM card from the debris and puts it in his pocket, and then picks up as much plastic and metal as he can so he can at least dumb that in the trash can on the way back in.]
There. Let's go back inside. You were coughing earlier, and it's cold.
[ Joshua is relieved, and he tucks his fingers into the hem of the sleeve of his hoodie and waves at Dion. ]
I did dress up. The coughing happens... quite a lot.
[ Small shrug, but he does head inside, the motions easy and familiar, even as his shoulders are locked up tight. He has...
He has not really talked with anyone about ... this. He has no idea what he'll get to say.
Once they are in his apartment, he smiles again, motioning the blond inside. ]
Please, make yourself at home. I don't have all that many visitors, but it should be all right. I'll just make the tea ready.
[ It is a similar appointment to Dion's own apartment, mostly, but the furnishing is on the spare (still enough for two, given that Jote does visit him often enough) but very comfortable side, everything meant to keep and provide warmth. And what is missing in terms of plenty of furnishings is made up for by shelves of books, everywhere. ]
Pixel liked the building because it was quiet, or reasonably so, and because everyone in it worked odd jobs and odder hours, so no one was going to notice or mention her own irregular schedule.
More than that, as the building's longest-standing resident, the owner had -with her permission- appointed her de facto building manager, which was fine, it gave her a break on the rent and let her be helpful -like she liked doing- but in a much more physical way than her usual.
Which was why, having been warned that a new resident was coming in, when she heard the noise of boxes being dragged down the hall, she actually checked the time, 10pm, but shrugged it off and went to open her door, mostly to make sure it was, in fact, the new arrival and not one of her current neighbors, "Hey, you need help with that?"
Chrissy had made it out. After everything, she'd actually managed to make it out. Sure, it wasn't the cute little duplex she'd dreamed of, but she still wasn't entirely sure if that had been her actual dream or part of her mother's plan that she hadn't hated too much.
Not that it mattered, because she was out. It had been a couple weeks and she'd learned that apartment neighbors in Chicago weren't at all like the other families in her neighborhood back in Hawkins, but that didn't matter either, because she didn't want to be like those people.
Which was why, after the noise of moving in to the apartment down the hall seemed to have settled for a few minutes, she popped out of her own apartment, brown paper grocery bag in hand to knock on the door.
[ooc: Modern AU, everyone lived AU, she's still a sleeper agent for Vecna and doesn't know it, any of the above! I'll roll with most things.]
Holga did try to at least be civil to fellow residents of rock bottom -and anyone choosing to live here definitely qualified- but there were some noises that were unforgivable. Like intermittent, insistent hammering on the shared wall.
So, out into the hall she went, mostly just to check that it wasn't maintenance, knocking on the door frame of the open door of the apartment next door, "Hi, going to be done anytime soon Bob the Builder?"
[ooc: Modern AU framing, but can work with whatever!]
New Orleans was both exactly what Eddie had expected and also so much more. Sure, living in what had once been a tenement house -one of six apartments over what was now a bar and nightclub- wasn't everyone's cup of tea, but Eddie loved it. Not just because the owner cut a portion off his rent when she could schedule him for a night or two at the club, usually when she couldn't book another performer, and that was... well it wasn't the same without the band, and it wasn't the same as the regular gig at the Hideout had been.
But it was a regular -or regular enough- gig and he'd take what he could get.
It had been a performance night the night before, which meant he was just a little hungover and waiting for the coffee to finish percolating when he heard the clatter in the hall, wincing as it made his left temple throb. He debated trying to ignore it, but, well, knowing your neighbors was usually a good thing, so he poured a second mug of coffee before heading to the door, swinging it open and brandishing one of the cups, "G'morning. Coffee break time. Trust me, it'll help."
[ooc: Modern AU, everyone-lived AU, whatever works]
As a neighbor, Alfred is polite and happy to help the other neighbors, though he's not the most outgoing person around. He's used to cooking for at least two people if not many more, so he often has a lot of leftovers to share. (Bonus: Since he's not doing any butlering, he won't be in his butler uniform; he'll be wearing something like this or this instead.)
If you want to stick with the meme prompt of your character moving in, Alfred will offer to help, probably with some fresh homemade bread or some other baked good as a present. Or we could expand things to they've been neighbors for a while, but it's their first time meeting properly.
Good with cross-canon (duh), cross-medium, random stranger tags, etc, all that good stuff.
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Clint Barton/Hawkeye | MCU
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Kafka | Honkai Star Rail | ota
joshua rosfield | ffxvi
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Dion has been a bit lost all day watching people arrange furniture he did not choose or buy himself in a place he did not get to see before today, interspersed with apologizing to some neighbors who came to complain bout the noise, something he did not know was a thing due to having grown up in a house surrounded by acres of parks and gardens.
It's not that he's not looking forward to that next stage of his life, but... Like a lot of things, it's been decided for him and he has been expected to go with it without complaining.
Maybe, just maybe, being away from home and in charge of himself and his own life will do him good. He certainly thinks so. Still, he feels he should be so tired after closing the door ont he last mover because he certainly did not carry anything today.
At least he managed to tell them not to unpack his personal affairs; maybe he can arrange his books and clothes the way he likes them, but... tomorrow. Surely, that can wait for tomorrow.
He'll walk out onto the balcony to send a text message to his father telling him everything went well and thanking him again and then... he should make some food, and then go to sleep, probably.]
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It is after it that he looks up and blinks, unexpected motion catching his eye from the previously vacant next-door apartment balcony, rising up but not coming closer. ]
Good evening. And welcome to your new abode.
[ Calm and friendly, but leaving the other man, of whom he can see the outline of and strands of longish blond hair concealing the face from Joshua's view, the chance to refuse engaging into further conversation without seeming impolite. ]
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... Well, at least he'd finished texting his father but good god, that is a great way to make a good first impression on your neighbors.
He turns to said neighbor while still looking a bit dumbfounded, although not angry, really. It's just a phone, and at least this way he might be able to buy a model he likes to replace it. And for some reason, he feels the need to apologize for his own outsized reaction.]
I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting anyone to be out there.
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I - no, it is I who apologize. I did not mean to startle you.
[ Cough. Cough. Then he bites his lip lightly to try to will it to subside. ]
Please, allow me to at least help you buy a new one this was--
We should go down so you can retrieve your card, at least.
[ Something that should be likely to have survived. ]
I will bring a flashlight.
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... Alright. I'll... meet you outside, then?
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Yes.
[ And he ducks inside to slip on his jacket and take the flashlight and put on his shoes, and outside their apartments they meet, to go down, his smile a little nervous but open. ]
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They're both a little awkward in the elevator down, and it's not until he's crouching gathering the broken pieces that something clicks and he suddenly looks up, eyes wide.]
... I know you. You're Joshua Rosfield.
[He doesn't know why he's so certain, but he is.]
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I am.
[ Now he looks more carefully, and, oh. The memories swim up, and he swallows hard, his chest twisting in ways that he really did not expect of the day. Or the year. ]
Dion Lesage? What... are the chances? What has it been, twenty years?
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[But the accident, and the death of most of the Rosfield family, had been big news back then, so how...]
I thought you were dead. There was a funeral and everything. How... is this possible?
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That would have been...
He swallows. ]
After the accident... I was apparently taken somewhere other than ... where my brother was. For years, I remembered nothing of who I had been. When I eventually did and I tried to look for my family, none of them were where I could find them. Eventually, I found out that at least my brother had survived, at least.
I apologize, if it seems as though you suffered a loss under false pretenses.
[ He feels... extremely awkward, suddenly. Uncertain why. ]
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[But that is a fantastical story nonetheless. And... wait, did he say...]
Clive is alive too? Have you found him?
[And then it hits him that they're having this conversation crouching on the sidewalk int he dark, and this is wholly inappropriate.]
... How about we go back inside and you can tell me more. If you want to.
[He wouldn't presume he has a right to know, even if he'd been friendly with the Rosfields back when they were children.]
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[ He can feel that Dion is upset, and it is easy to understand why, so the need to apologize was automatic, but then he tucks his chin down. ]
Let us... find the SIM card, and then I'll make us tea and order dinner and we can talk?
[ There is the possibility for Dion to have a fully stocked fridge and want to cook, but chances are very small, after a day of moving. ]
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The accident itself had been horrific enough to make headlines for months so it is little wonder that seeing the man in the flesh is... jarring.
But first things first. Dion manages to pick up the SIM card from the debris and puts it in his pocket, and then picks up as much plastic and metal as he can so he can at least dumb that in the trash can on the way back in.]
There. Let's go back inside. You were coughing earlier, and it's cold.
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I did dress up. The coughing happens... quite a lot.
[ Small shrug, but he does head inside, the motions easy and familiar, even as his shoulders are locked up tight. He has...
He has not really talked with anyone about ... this. He has no idea what he'll get to say.
Once they are in his apartment, he smiles again, motioning the blond inside. ]
Please, make yourself at home. I don't have all that many visitors, but it should be all right. I'll just make the tea ready.
[ It is a similar appointment to Dion's own apartment, mostly, but the furnishing is on the spare (still enough for two, given that Jote does visit him often enough) but very comfortable side, everything meant to keep and provide warmth. And what is missing in terms of plenty of furnishings is made up for by shelves of books, everywhere. ]
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James Flint - Black Sails
Pixel | Inception OC | OTA
More than that, as the building's longest-standing resident, the owner had -with her permission- appointed her de facto building manager, which was fine, it gave her a break on the rent and let her be helpful -like she liked doing- but in a much more physical way than her usual.
Which was why, having been warned that a new resident was coming in, when she heard the noise of boxes being dragged down the hall, she actually checked the time, 10pm, but shrugged it off and went to open her door, mostly to make sure it was, in fact, the new arrival and not one of her current neighbors, "Hey, you need help with that?"
Chrissy Cunningham + Stranger Things + OTA
Not that it mattered, because she was out. It had been a couple weeks and she'd learned that apartment neighbors in Chicago weren't at all like the other families in her neighborhood back in Hawkins, but that didn't matter either, because she didn't want to be like those people.
Which was why, after the noise of moving in to the apartment down the hall seemed to have settled for a few minutes, she popped out of her own apartment, brown paper grocery bag in hand to knock on the door.
[ooc: Modern AU, everyone lived AU, she's still a sleeper agent for Vecna and doesn't know it, any of the above! I'll roll with most things.]
Holga Kilgore | D&D:Honor Among Thieves | OTA
So, out into the hall she went, mostly just to check that it wasn't maintenance, knocking on the door frame of the open door of the apartment next door, "Hi, going to be done anytime soon Bob the Builder?"
[ooc: Modern AU framing, but can work with whatever!]
Eddie + Stranger Things + OTA
But it was a regular -or regular enough- gig and he'd take what he could get.
It had been a performance night the night before, which meant he was just a little hungover and waiting for the coffee to finish percolating when he heard the clatter in the hall, wincing as it made his left temple throb. He debated trying to ignore it, but, well, knowing your neighbors was usually a good thing, so he poured a second mug of coffee before heading to the door, swinging it open and brandishing one of the cups, "G'morning. Coffee break time. Trust me, it'll help."
[ooc: Modern AU, everyone-lived AU, whatever works]
Clark Kent - dceu
Alfred Pennyworth, The Batman; cross-canon pref
As a neighbor, Alfred is polite and happy to help the other neighbors, though he's not the most outgoing person around. He's used to cooking for at least two people if not many more, so he often has a lot of leftovers to share. (Bonus: Since he's not doing any butlering, he won't be in his butler uniform; he'll be wearing something like this or this instead.)
If you want to stick with the meme prompt of your character moving in, Alfred will offer to help, probably with some fresh homemade bread or some other baked good as a present. Or we could expand things to they've been neighbors for a while, but it's their first time meeting properly.
Good with cross-canon (duh), cross-medium, random stranger tags, etc, all that good stuff.
Voicetesting! Be gentle.))