rukhgate | 001 | Well hello there

[Everything about this place is new to Boris. At this point, he's not sure whether this is actually a good or a bad thing. It's not Wonderland, he's pretty sure about that now, and while the idea of exploring some place so entirely foreign to him is great and exciting and interesting and--

--what if he loses Alice?

He doesn't even know how he got here. His door is hiding from him, he's certain, and who knows if there's even another way for him to get back home. What if Alice misses him? He'd just made that promise, too, and now he doesn't even know if she's worried or maybe will even remember him if (when) he gets back. He didn't realise this when he first arrived, but now he's spent too long worrying.

The whole first day (it was day for a long time, he thinks, isn't that weird?) he spent napping in what was apparently his room now; he didn't see the other person who shared it, but hopefully they'll get along well enough whenever he does meet them. He'd been sleeping for a reason. Just hoping, on the off chance, that maybe Nightmare would be lurking around to tell him what had happened or at least that Alice was okay.

He's given up on waiting for that chance. He doesn't want to think about it, so now he's familiarising himself with the other 'magicians' (oh- that's what he is now, isn't it? a magician...he's pretty sure that role involves studying or something, but he'll figure that out later) in a more roundabout way than actually approaching them.

Which means going through their things.

Anyone in the halls may notice that he's testing almost every door; if it's unlocked, he enters and eventually makes his way back out to try another door. If you happen to be in your room at the time, a certain cat-eared boy has invited himself in and is curiously looking around with...surprisingly little regard for the fact that someone else is currently occupying it.

This starts in the men's dormitories and will eventually move on to the women's if left unchecked. He's not used to boundaries, you see.]

((ooc tl;dr: Boris is poking around your personal belongings, sorry.))

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[Well, returning to someone going through the few things that New Zealand has gathered since coming here was not what the nation expected when entering the room. While a new roommate was expected, at least eventually, this is not okay. Especially not if Boris already got to the rifle or any other of the military items that the brunet brought to Magnoshushatt.]

You shouldn't do that, you know that, mate? They used to take people's hands off for that.

[In all fairness, Boris wasn't quite expecting anyone to return so soon-- especially while he was in the middle of fawning over said rifle, tail swishing with lazy glee and, though he hasn't actually touched it yet, he's certainly making eyes at it.

The words have little effect save for a slight perking in his posture when he turns. Hands? Ordinary people lose their heads for things like this, stranger.]

Good morning! [Clearly this takes priority.] Don't worry, I haven't broken anything.

Nor yourself, I hope.

[There's a few things in there that have opotential to injure someone who doesn't know how to handle them.]

[Himself? His head tilts, curiously, while he questions the meaning behind that.]

I'm good. [Dat rifle, tho.] Are these things you brought from home?

Yes.

[Kiwi will now march over there. Get away from those things.]

I wish I'd gotten to bring more of my guns or something. There's not much in this place that reminds me of home.

[He's not a mind-reader, okay.]

There are nicer reminders of home than items of war. I#d like to have my pets here... but you will get away from that now.

[Kiwi is not normally a forceful person, and the comandeering tone doesn't seem to fit the brunet, but this is a rather urgent thing and that changes the tone. Get away from the weapon. Even if you talk about guns how is New Zealand gonna know if you know the same types, if you can really handle it and what it would be handled for?]

[There is an animal person poking around through her belongings. Huh. England puts her book down and stares blankly at Boris from her spot on the bed.]

... You know, if you must make a mess, you could at least start with the other lass' side of the room. I doubt she'd know the difference.

[A look to that side of the room from where he's sitting cross-legged on the floor tells him that this is probably true. He didn't mean to be making any sort of mess, though, of course, so he sets the book in his hands down and to the left so it's right back where he found it.]

Sorry. [His ears dip when he glances over a shoulder at her; she looks almost...regal, probably, which would explain the urge to apologise.]

[She's a punk brat, really, but she'd prefer regal.] Quite all right, dear, except- Oh, yes. [Puts the book in her hands down and stands to glare impressively down at Boris.] Did anyone give you permission to enter my room and go through my things?

[Well, she certainly looks it, and that's enough to impress him. That and she's cute; he perks up rather quickly with the affirmation, wholly unaffected by the glare that follows.

It might be notable that he actually stops to ponder the question.] Nope. [And honestly he's okay with this. Do people usually give permission for things like that here?]

[Pauses. Waiting for an apology, yes.] Well?

[Waiting for a what now?]

What were you reading? [Alice likes to read, he remembers. Maybe they'd like the same things? He should have thought to ask, before, when she'd mentioned it.] You looked really interested.

... [Grabs her book and swats Boris on the head with it.] When someone catches you doing something as rude as going through their things uninvited you apologise! Stand up straight, look appropriately sorry and beg for forgiveness this minute!

Though if you must know, it's Austen.

[Clue one. The occupant of women's dorm #109 is a rather violent person. Considering she has gone for the dagger at her belt and her staff on his entry. ]

And what is this?

[Violence is the standard-issue hello in his world.

People in his world are usually shorter, though. Usually. It's a little strange for him to have to look so far up when greeting a woman.]

Oh! This is your room? Must be nice to have one all to yourself.

And, as this is my residence and you have not been invited, you are intruding on a lady's bedroom. If I thought you had any honor to defend, I would challenge you to a duel.

[advancing on him threateningly still seems like a good idea]

[He doesn't know how fast you are, miss, but he's cocky enough to think that he can get away if you actually decide to attack him; look at him stand here like nothing's going down.]

Yeah, I didn't mean to intrude or anything. Most of the people aren't in their rooms, it seems, so I was kind of surprised too.

My good man, I would consider it an intrusion regardless of whether I was present or absent.

You'd have to know about it first.

[Wonderland logic, go.]

I wouldn't have messed anything up.

Had I my normal powers, I would have set wards. And it is not the point; it is rude.

In fact, I insist you leave right now, or face my blade.

[Poland is sprawled out across two beds shoved together in the middle of the room. He doesn't bother to look up when he hears the door handle jiggle. There was only one person that generally came into his room here after all.]

It's open Liet.

[Cue a certain nosy kitty peeking in the door.]

Oh. Hi there.

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