Room 516, Monday Morning

[thewrathofkaan]

Back from what had been an unexpectedly long and uncomfortable week and a half at home, Roscoe trudged his way up the stairs and into his room before flopping face-down on the bed.

It was hard to decide which was the more miserable experience, picking up his dad from jail or discovering that a racist, homophobic, transphobic Cheeto was going to be president. The latter had made the former a lot worse, actually.

But going to protests with Uncle Malcolm on two of the last five nights had made him feel a little better, at least, or at least allowed him to scream until he got tired and his voice was hoarse, so... that was something?

He was still going to just lay here, though. The bed was soft and didn't have any bad news for him. Hopefully.

[[there's a rolling suitcase in the doorway, but the door's open! possible SP warning, i'm trying to get my brain coherent enough to actually play today but i make no promises.]]

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[spell_chucker]

Khadgar might not have been from this world, but he knew that the people who were from here were pretty much all feeling terrible. So, he'd decided to check on those he knew might be affected by things, especially when he saw the suitcase in Roscoe's doorway. "Hello?" he said, knocking gently on the door. "Are you coming or going?"

[thewrathofkaan]

"Coming," Roscoe mumbled into his pillow. Laying spread-eagled and flat on the bed was appropriately dramatic but it made his voice a little muffled, so he twisted around to see who he was talking to. "I just got back. Remind me why going home is, like, a thing people do?"

[spell_chucker]

"Because they have people at home they miss, I presume?" Khadgar said with a smile. "Why did you go home, is the question?"

[thewrathofkaan]

"Big family thing," Roscoe said, scooting sideways so he was laying on his side, facing Khadgar. It wasn't as satisfying or dramatic as laying face-down, but it was comfortable, at least. "My dad came home after a long trip away so we all had to get together and talk about it. And it sucked. Have you gone home since you've been here?"

[spell_chucker]

Khadgar frowned and shook his head. "I suppose I could see if I could get a portal back to where I came from, since I came here by one in the first place. But I, er, don't exactly have anyone to go and visit. I'm sorry you didn't enjoy your trip though."