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[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

[HEY EVERYONE, LOOK AT THIS DUMB GUY!

No seriously, have an image of the biggest loser you'll probably ever meet (and quite literally too), leaning back in a chair that seems almost too small to hold his bulky frame. He lifts a large, practically ape-like hand in a greeting wave once he can see the bracelet's view is focused on him, somewhere over the table in front of him and right beside his huge, boot-covered feet – where they're propped up against the table's edge, of course.]

Heeeey everyone! So I don't wanna be here any more than the rest of you do, I'm pretty sure, but... have you guys tried the food here?

[The sentence is barely finished before he's cramming one of the exotic delicacies before him into his mouth. It should be plainly obvious to the audience what it is.

A peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich.]

Mmmm! We don't have stuff like this— [He pauses to swallow there. Yep, he was talking with his mouth full.] —where I come from. What was this called again?

[In the background, a very audible sigh can be heard – along with what, rather than an answer to his question, sounds a lot more like, "Stop that... you're going to break the chair." The voice is obviously female, but it sounds... well, bored. Nonchalant. Like this is par for the course.

It pretty much is.

Blondie here just chuckles merrily and starts chewing on another sandwich.]

I've got this, Sis. No need for the lecture. ... Aaanyway, so uh... my name's Snow. Snow Villiers. [The way he pronounces his last name sounds more like "Vill-ee-ahz". He pauses to let out a satisfied belch and then starts leaning even further back in his chair again as he talks, looking quite the image of the oversized little boy that he is.] —So yeah! You guys need me for anything, just say the word! Doesn't matter where I am, I'll be there as fast as I can. That's what a hero's for, after all.

[He grins crookedly and flashes the camera a wink. However, that's when there's a shift of movement – a slender, gloved hand that's most definitely not his, which abruptly catches hold of the back of the chair when he's not looking and— in the next moment, one of the man's heavy black boots is flying across the camera as he tumbles backwards. Cue the crash and the distinct sound of flailing.]

—Who-o-oa!

[And then Snow's grinning sheepishly as he hauls himself to his feet again, letting out a short laugh and rubbing the back of his head.] Well! Guess I shouldn't have been leanin' back like that.

[Yep... he's entirely oblivious to his "unseen" attacker.]


( OOC: Anyone in House Heimdal is welcome to bother them in person, too! :3 )

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[metaleyedgirl.livejournal.com]

You mean sandwiches?

[Laughing so hard because she's totally done what Miss Sneaky Gloves did. To people a lot like Snow, incidentally.]

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[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

[He's not even put off by the laughing. Snow just grins, totally friendly.]

Well, yeah! We have sandwiches, but I meant this stuff on the inside. [He picks up a half-eaten PB&J sandwich and holds it up, peeling it apart.]

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[agoodfamily.livejournal.com]

[A young, skinny girl in a plainly oversized cloak, mismatched alongside her modern clothes, comes in to Heimdall House from the cold and blows on her hands before entering the kitchen for a snack -

- just in time to see the big guy fall over, but not in time to realize how it happened. Even though he gets up, she's still worried, and comes sprinting into the room.]

Ah - are you okay?!

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[thestormishere]

[ And yet the person who's already there with the guy re-figuring out which way is up again seems... utterly unconcerned with his plight. She glances at the new girl obliquely, lips pressing together, but says and does nothing aside from continuing to lean on the table.

Yep. ]

1/3

[soflattered.livejournal.com]

[ sammiches are good and all but axel's been having trouble finding— ]

[soflattered.livejournal.com]

[ ... something better.... ]

voice.

[soflattered.livejournal.com]

[ but idiots are good enough for a laugh for the time being. ]

Video!

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

[Sorry Sir Derps-a-lot but this little bundle of cheerful doom is going to laugh at your misfortune about having your chair removed from underneath you. She'll be laughing so hard in fact that when she finally stops, she takes a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes.]

Whoever did that, I approve!

It's a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, by the way. And you're excused.

Video!

[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

[Snow gives a light-hearted laugh of his own and raises a fist to the camera; it's occupied with one of the delicious morsels again.]

Yeaaah! Me too!

[He thinks... she's "approving" whoever made the sandwiches...]

voice;

[manskirt.livejournal.com]

[ the crash occurs simultaneously from somewhere close by and in the magic box. which just...gets more and more magical as the days pass, doesn't it?

well. he's used to loud neighbors. ]

I haven't seen someone that excited about a sandwich in a while.

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[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

[He's large enough. Wouldn't be all that shocking if he created a mini-earthquake or something.]

Yeah, well, have you tried these sandwiches? They're pretty amazing! First real food I've had in... jeez, I can't even remember now.

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[willblossom.livejournal.com]

You're a hero?

[*^*^*^*^*^*^*]

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[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

[AW, what a cute kid. Snow smiles wide.]

Yep. The best kind of hero!

( video. )

[brightens]

[ S-snerk! ] Did you learn your lesson?

[ Lightning, you're pure evil... Just be glad she isn't tattling on you. ]

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[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

Guess so! [At least he's the type of guy who can laugh at himself, right?]

Hey, Vanille! They have these in your house? If they do, you gotta try one!

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[zerobursting.livejournal.com]

[She saw that Lightning... but she only comes over to help by righting the chair.]

You should be more careful, Hero-san- gravity works the same for everyone you know!

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[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

[Sadly, the chair's pretty much useless after being crushed under 6'7" of solid muscle. So as soon as it's righted, it just... topples over, cracked and broken legs making for a poor support structure.]

Woops. Er... yeah! Haha, you're right about that.

[He just grins like a loon before reaching to grab another chair.]

video;

[verifies]

[ that looked like a pretty nasty fall... though apparently the man is alright anyway. that's good, at least. ]

Did you break the chair?

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[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

[He does tend to fall farther and harder than most. Regardless, he seems pretty cool with having ruined something that wasn't even his to break... albeit a touch embarrassed.]

Uh... yeah, looks that way. I'm okay though, don't worry!

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[democratize]

[watching from across the room

It looks like they know each other and no one got hurt, so he's not going to comment on that!]

Hey, what is that?

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[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

Uh... you mean this? [Snow holds up the broken shambles of wood.] Well, it was a chair.

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[ice-in-shibuya.livejournal.com]

[Looks like... Snow minus 5 or so years is laughing at him just slightly]

S'just PBnJ, yo!

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[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

Huh? P-what?

[Aw yeah you totally dress how he would've at that age, too! MAD PROPS, SON.]

[video]

[aeterno_arma]

[If he's not in the floor anymore he will see the face of a teen with green eyes, dark skin and light purple hair.] Sir? Are you alright?

[video]

[thestormishere]

[ How about a pink-haired woman who's definitely smart enough to avoid things so blatantly bound to get you dumped on the floor?

-- And the one who was instrumental in causing his spill but that doesn't matter right now.

She leans into the 'frame' while still sort of looking away towards Snow, before finally facing the communicator and pulling out her best flat-toned voice. ]

He's fine.

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[therangerking.livejournal.com]

[ He's on a rooftop. Don't ask which rooftop, because that would complicate things. He's just on a rooftop. Possibly in the Odin district. ]

Do you break chairs so often?

[ Leaning back and he's just a little bit amused, okay. ]

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[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

[And he can actually see, somehow, that this guy is indeed sitting on a rooftop. One as grey as the world around them, but that's besides the point.]

Can't say I exactly make a hobby out of it! Might get in trouble with the guys upstairs.

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[impa]

[Impa eyes the scene with an expression of vague disgust. Honestly, she was expected to live amongst this kind of noise? How inconvenient. Her own bread (unmolested by jam and mystery paste thank you) in hand, she calls out to the pair.]

You will repair that. [She means the chair, of course.]

[Action]

[thestormishere]

[ Lightning frowns as she glances over, pale eyes half hidden behind her lashes. Does she have a problem with the concept of people having to take responsibility for their actions? Not at all... but she definitely doesn't remember anyone putting this odd-looking lady in charge.

Basically... what if they refuse- what then, Impa? ]

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[betweenpaths.livejournal.com]

[He was about to leave to explore a little more, when he can't help but stop and witness everything and mentally facepalm. Go figure that a few heroes would get stuck in this house.]

Sandwiches like that aren't anything too special, actually.

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[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

[A few awesome heroes, that is.]

Really? I dunno, I think they're great! Better than that other stuff in there.

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[waypastcool.livejournal.com]

[Man, are sandwiches really a big deal? Sonic laughs, but it's not particularly malicious. He's just amused.]

If you think that's good, wait 'til you try one of these!

[He holds up a chili dog, taking a huge bite of it.]

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[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

[WAIT A MINUTE WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING!?

... It looks like a tube of meat... wrapped in bread... and slathered in lumpy brown glop.

What.

Oh and a strange blue critter holding it. Okay. Yeah. Perfectly normal there.]

Uh... caaaan't see how somethin' like that could taste good, but I guess I won't knock it till I try one...

[He sounds almost... cautious. For all he knows you could be a fal'Cie or something equally crazy, Hedgehog. 8(]

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[unifying.livejournal.com]

[ --ouch! That didn't look fun. But at the same time, he seems like a big, sturdy guy, so she doubts he's all that hurt by it. Lucky! ]

Next time, try and put your feet up on something like a table! [ Because clearly the best way to respond to that would be to give him tips on how to do it better, d'oh. ] Something about the leverage, ne? It'll feel riskier because you aren't touching the ground, but you'll be able to balance a lot better!

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[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

Actually, they were up there on the table! Guess I still didn't have enough leverage.

[If there's something weird about giving someone else advice on how to better lean back in their chair, he doesn't even notice.]

I take it you're an expert on the subject!

[pyritic.livejournal.com]

[ There's a new guy who's been guided to his House, but it's obvious he's not settled in, going by the heavy sword he continues to wear on his back and the way he's hanging back near the kitchen with his arms folded, looking a little...no, no, not lost.

But he's sure not eating, and when Snow falls dur hurr he starts, his head snapping tense before he realizes what happened and just...sighs, his expression taking on a much more exasperated look. What, did he get adopted by the house of hooligans? Might explain why he's got such a lousy power, supposedly.'

He'd ignore them--he does turn his head away--but something about them picks at his attention and he finds himself half-listening to a few of their interactions before it clicks. ]

Hey. [ Not much for preamble, he doesn't even walk over, just lifts his voice and looks at them ] You two know each other?

[thestormishere]

[ Kind of hard to miss a guy hanging around wearing a 'sword' nearly as big as he is. Lightning's definitely keeping a quiet eye on him even before he finally chooses to speak out, and she already figures he must have shown up even more recently than most, given his stance and... well, to be honest, she's fairly certain she'd notice someone like that in the House before now for sure. As mentioned: kind of hard to miss. ]

... Yeah?

[ Really, sir? Does she look like the kind of lady who would start hanging out with a guy like this after only a few days? ]

Video;

[asianflowers.livejournal.com]

[ SNERK.

Okay. Trying really hard not to be rude but PFFFFFT what. What are you even doing. ] You okay over there?

Video;

[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

[He's being himself, that's what.]

Yeah!

[Snow doesn't even seem bothered at all, on his feet and giving the video screen a cheery wave accompanied by an even-cheerier smile.]

Hey there.

[Action | LOCKED to Lightning]

[dontneedplans.livejournal.com]

[So it's not long at all after Lightning makes a swift exit from their conversation with Selphie that Snow's following after; she's got a head start on him, but he doesn't even need to run – a slow jog on long-legged strides takes him to where she is.

His own stupid faux pas regarding Serah aside, Snow's demeanour has considerably shifted from the smiles and careless optimism he tossed about so easily just a moment ago.]

... Hey.

[Heaving a sigh, he slows down once he's reached her.]

Er... sorry. Guess I went a little overboard there. No room for doubt, right?

[He tries to smile, albeit weakly.]

[thestormishere]

[ Lightning wasn't trying too hard to get away anyway, if only because of the fact that, even if she's been given a rooming assignment, nowhere here is really 'safe.' That room is just a room to her, and even if she escaped the house, she'd just be walking without a goal, on edge because she doesn't trust anyone except herself and the grand total of two friends who got dragged into this world along with her.

She gives a long sigh as well as he catches up with her, then turns against the wall, shoulder blades bumping into the surface audibly. Her arms cross. There is no eye contact, and rather than answering she pauses, searching for words... and yet too agitated to properly settle on anything. ]