Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

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Moving was, well, moving along. They weren't yet at the day where it could be said they no longer lived in the flat and were full residents of the new home. But bit by bit boxes were getting packed, furniture was slowly getting brought over, that sort of thing.

There was breathing room enough for Steven to go to work, which made a change of pace from the piles of cardboard at the very least.

Though it was not entirely a break from moving as Steven was using his spare moments to check what records the Museum had on new buildings on the island. Because... was there a thing one did about that? Someone who needed to be told? Paperwork to fill out? Steven felt as though there should be but perhaps on an island of this nature suddenly appearing buildings just, well, appeared. No worries to be had about it.

So yes, those were his spare moments. His work moments were focused on potential displays for any new students who might be arriving once the semester started. So either way, he was interruptible.

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Back at the Sanctum, Illyana was adding both Steven and Marc into a group text.

checking in. hopefully you have not been eaten by the house yet.

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Steven felt his mobile buzz. You'd think that would make it easier for him to know which pocket it was in but no. He patted himself down to find it then got out his glasses to read.

Then he texted back.

Hello! We're fine. Almost moved in. Midnight is doing brilliantly. Made lovely rooms for people. How are you?

And then, just in case, he added It's Steven by the way.

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Oh dark gods, they had NAMED IT. Or it had named itself, and she wasn't sure which was more weird.

more rooms on top of the basic house? why? are you fostering kittens for the animal shelter or something?

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Steven, of course, read a much more optimistic tone to this question than the one Illyana possibly intended.

Close! A boarding house, actually. To help keep it from getting lonely, you see.

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so you're providing it enrichment within its own enclosure. like a tiger. that's... not a terrible idea, as long as everyone understands what they're getting into.

Congrats, Steven!

what is the rent for a room in a semi-demonic pocket dimension?

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Oh look, now there was Marc's number appearing in the chat. Which did in fact mean that they were trading off between their two phones and also taking off Steven's glasses because he was the only one who used them.

Nobody gets in who doesn't respect what's going on and want to be there.

Marc had some very firm opinions about that one.

Why? You know somebody?

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Illyana grabbed one of the FU recruitment papers off her bed and snapped a photo of it quick, before firing it off as an attachment on the text.

Strange is still on my ass about college, and I need to get out of NYC for a bit.

And I don't want to go back to sharing a room in the dorms around the kids still in high school. I'm 21, not 16.

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"University?" Steven said, more to himself and Marc, since they weren't using voice to text. "Oh that's interesting. I wonder what the classes will be like."

Steven then texted her.

Of course you're welcome! Wouldn't even charge you, as helpful as you've been. Wouldn't have Midnight as part of the family without you, now would we?

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and Midnight is fine with having me around as the weird goth vodka aunt? Yana asked, specifically, because, well...

I don't know that I'm its favorite person.

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Steven had to admit she had a point there. Still, All the more reason then, isn't it? It can learn how to not to judge others by reputation or past actions same as it's trying to do, yeah?

Marc, of course, had more practical concerns.

How much vodka you bringing?

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I am a Siberian teleporter, Spector. I bring infinite, GOOD vodka.

No American nonsense.

Really, Marc, that was almost insulting.

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Prove it when you get here

Hey, that was downright friendly coming from Marc.

Steven, of course, had other concerns.

When can we expect you? The rooms are ready. The furniture is being made special now. Here, hang on, I can show you what it's like inside.

Steven quickly searched in his satchel then pulled out the floor plans he'd drawn up with Llewellyn. He took pictures of the ground floor, private rooms, and basement and sent them over to her.

Not bad, yeah? My beau and I worked on them together. Oh! You'll finally get to meet him! And Raphael!

Of course this came with a picture of the cat, because you could not mention a cat without sending a picture. It would be rude.

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sassy avatars do not get fresh new york deli pastrami sandwiches. I am the world's fastest food import service.

There was Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, and there was Illyana's Hierarchy of Needs, and pastrami and vodka were her foundation bedrock. Everything else was optional.

and they haven't accepted my application yet because I literally just hit 'send,' but if they do, I think it says the arrival day for fall is September 2.

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At this point Marc was wondering if Illyana had mind reading abilities to know how to bribe him. Not that he had a problem with that provided she actually followed through.

So Marc texted, Bring the vodka cold and the pastrami hot and we'll talk.

While Steven went with, Can't imagine they wouldn't. You were so helpful! We've been telling people how you've our backs with Midnight as well. In case anything goes wrong. Not that it should. It's been trying very hard to be a home. Wait until you see the decorations!

Steven now regretted he hadn't thought to take pictures of those. He'd been waiting for the day they officially moved in, you see.