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MHA lobby and about, Tuesday

Jon had woken up in a blanket...thing...and squirmed out of it, only to have another one appear.

"Oh, honestly?" He sighed and hiked it up enough to move around. It was still rather comically big, but luckily he didn't have class today, at least. He made his tea, he fed Issa, he checked nobody had actually tried to pay for laundry by mistake, he checked the vending machines to see what they needed restocked, he gave the holosuite a very large berth after what the Danger Shop had done yesterday.

So Jon would be out and about if anybody needed the ~~landlord~~ property manager.

[Expecting one, but totally open post!]

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So it had been about a week. There had been a lot of, oddness, yes that was the word Humphrey was going to use, going on the last few days. He wasn't quite ready to jump on board with the whole 'magic' explanation but Fandom was definitely making him question a few things.

Especially when he woke up to find himself bundled up in some oversized but admittedly very cozy blanket jacket thing. When he found that taking it off was proving to be futile he made his way from the hotel and decided to head over to the MHA place Steven had told him about and see about more permanent lodgings.

So Humphrey made his way, a bit more slowly and cautiously than usual given how cumbersome his apparent wardrobe was going to be for the day. But eventually, he made it, with only a couple near-tumbles so, pretty good considering!

As he stood in the entryway and looked around he caught sight of someone and gave a wave as he approached. "Ah, hello. Good day" he said, making sure to try and keep the blanket thing away from his feet as much as possible.

"Good morning," Jon said, hiking up his own snuggie and making his way over. "Can...that is, if you're looking for someone, I can help you."

"Ah yes, hello," Humphrey said as he shook his arms a little to try and get his hands free of the oversized sleeves. "Humphrey Goodman, recent arrival to the island you might say. I was told you were the chap to speak to about renting a flat here?"

"Oh, um. Yes, I-I'm Jon. You must be Steven's friend, Humphrey." Jon nodded and gave him an awkward wave with the badly burned hand that hopefully showed why he wasn't into shaking.

"Yes, yes" Humphrey said with a nod. He definitely clocked Jon's hand, the eye for detail picking up on it relatively quickly. He gave a nod in place of a handshake. "Steven is a good man, isn't he? He said there were some flats available here and I think something a bit more accommodating than the hotel is needed. Not to disparage the hotel, it is actually quite nice for such a small place...." he was rambling...again.

"Right, yes." Jon nodded back. "There are a number free. Let me know if you have a preference for a lower floor or a higher one, and how many bedrooms you'd like."

"Oh I should think one bedroom would be sufficient, since it's just me" Humphrey replied. "And probably a lower floor would be best, unless there is a lift in the building? I am afraid stairs and I are not the best of companions."

You really didn't want to deal with several near-falls on a weekly basis if Humphrey had to climb several flights of stairs every day there Jon!

"The lift is over there," Jon pointed, "but a lower floor is fine. One moment, let me get a set of keys."

He went back over to his flat and wormed his way in to keep Issa from getting out. Humphrey would have a moment to look over the lobby before Jon came back with keys.

Humprey did take the opportunity to look around a bit, making note of where the laundry room and lifts were. He perked up a little seeing the vending machine. Hopefully, it would be better than the other ones he had experience with and he'd not end up with his hand stuck in this one any time soon. It did seem to have a decent variety so that was a promising start at least.

Jon came back with a few sets of keys. He nodded toward the vending machine. "If there's something you want and don't see, let me know. Oh, and the, um. The coin boxes on the laundry machines are open - just put in your money and take it back out. It was the best I could do."

He headed for the lift. "Third floor is the lowest open one-bedroom flat. It's got a, um. A 'bedroom of happy'. I never have figured out what precisely that is."

Humphrey nodded, "Oh good to know I wont have to keep chasing down coins to do laundry every week" Humphrey said with a slight grin. It really was a good thing, with as klutzy as he could be at times he did tend to do laundry quite often.

As he followed Jon to the lift he tilted his head thoughtfully. "Well if it is a decent enough room to make me happy then I guess it lives up to its name? Which... I am sure it will" he added quickly not wanting to come across as rude. "I was living in a bungalow before coming here so, I am sure it will be very nice!"

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"It's a fairly standard flat," Jon said. He shrugged. "You can do whatever you like to make it your own, though. Well, if you want to do anything structural and permanent, please ask."

He brought them to the third floor and unlocked the apartment. "Your neighbours on this floor are...well, one of them's seldom about, and the other is quite sweet and generally quiet. I, um. I should probably warn you that one of the downstairs residents has parties from time to time, but they do always invite everyone."

He waved Humphrey in. "There's a balcony if you enjoy the weather. Or if you're a smoker." He let him wander around to check it out.

"Ah good. I'm a fairly decent neighbour myself... at least, I think I'd be a good neighbour. It's been a few years since I really had to worry about it, having the bungalow back in Saint Marie to myself. Well other than Harry the Lizard who also seemed to claim that bungalow as his own" Humphrey trailed off, realizing he was rambling again and looked out onto the balcony for a moment before looking around at the rest of the flat.

"We, um. We tend to be fairly understanding here," Jon said. "Fandom's oddities being what they are. And pets are fine, if you miss Harry too much."

Humphrey did perk up a bit at that, having a pet might not be a bad idea down the road when he was better settled in. He looked around the flat and gave an approving nod. "I think this will do nicely. What all do you need to make it official? Ten forms signed in triplicate, first born child?" he joked.

"God, no!" Jon answered. "I have a, um. A fairly standard form downstairs for what rent is and when it's due, though of course I'll understand any gaps due to... well... oddities."

You couldn't pay rent if you were a plant for a month. Also it was possible Jon was still bitter over having lost everything he owned due to being ~~dead~~ in a coma for six months.

"Here." He thrust the keys at Humphrey. "If you come down to my flat, you can sign the forms. That's all."

The oddities were surely going to be something to get used to... snuggies were nice but that first animal transformation was going to be a doozy!

"Excellent!" Humphrey took the keys and followed Jon back downstairs. As they waited for the lift again Humphrey asked something he had been pondering since he had first met Jon. "Forgive me for prying, but your accent, is that Oxford accent I hear?" he asked with a somewhat awkward grin. Look socializing was hard! He was trying!

"Oh, um. Yes." Jon nodded. "Bournemouth by way of Oxford and London." He pondered how to ask about Humphrey without asking, then finally gave it up and left it at that, hoping he'd reciprocate.

"Native Londoner myself" Humphrey said. "Did some early schooling and training in Oxford but just a year or two. Course most recently from the sunny Caribbean."

"I, um. I hear it's nice there," Jon offered.

These two were so great at conversation!

Weren't they just?

"It's quite nice if you like the sun and sand and water" Humphrey said simply. "It was quite the change at first that's for sure."

"So long as it doesn't come with incessant amounts of tourists," Jon said with a bit of exasperation and disapproval. Look, when you grew up in a beach town, that was a given.

"Well theres a fair number of us touristy types" Humphrey admitted. "But I will say from personal experience they are a far cry from the usual tourists we tend to see back in London."

"That's something, anyway." Jon paused at his flat door. "Careful; don't let the cat out."

He opened the door to a blissful lack of Issa and hurried inside.

Humphrey followed Jon in quickly, closing the door behind him. "My old flatmates when I was at Uni had cats and they were little escape artists. It was always quite a fet trying to sign for packages or get the food delivery orders in the door" he said with a fond grin.

"Issa generally can't be bothered, but now and again she gets curious," Jon said.

He went into the drawer he kept the forms in and pulled one out, filling in the information. "Here we go. You can read it over first, but it should be standard." He tried very hard not to put anything eldritch into his contracts.

And Humphrey was grateful for that, not that he would be able to identify eldritch things if they were starting him in the face.

He gave a quick look over the papers and signed them before handing them back to Jon. "That takes care of that. Appreciate it- will be good to have more than one small room to walk around in" he said with a small laugh.

"Now you've got an entire flat," Jon said. "If you need anything, you can let me know. I'll, um. I'll do what I can."

"Right, will do" Humphrey said as he looked at the keys in his hands. "Thanks. I'll do my best to keep any noise or complaints down. shouldn't be an issue," especially considering he wasn't exactly one for parties or large social events. You'd likely never know he was even renting a place... until he broke something that needed to be fixed at least....

Look, Goose had eaten furniture. The expectations here were pretty low.

Jon nodded. "We've never had a problem yet, so I think you'll be fine. It was good to meet you."

"Same" Humphrey said with a nod. "I'm sure we will see each other around!"

"Definitely." Jon nodded. "Welcome to Fandom."

There was nothing here, Jon. Nothing at all. Just...trees. Bushes. Various normal things. Certainly no lurkers.

And lurkers were definitely not Seen. Not Watched by a ~~landlord~~ property manager who was an avatar of an eldritch eye.

Well that was good. Otherwise they might have to have a Creeper-Off. And nobody was the winner in that situation.

Well, except the winner, obviously. Yeah, them's some good winnin's.

It'd have to be a three-way contest with the squirrels.

And nobody wanted a three way with squirrels.

Well, Jon definitely did not. He would not presume to speak for any lurkers.

...Yeah, the lurker was almost certainly going to be getting into fights with the squirrels. And the raccoons. And probably attempt to eat a porg.

The lurker many many choices, all of the interesting, few of them 'good.'

For example, the decision to lurk on an avatar of the Eye. Sure, the lurker didn't know Jon was an avatar or what the Eye was, but also, we all know that knowing wouldn't have changed the lurker's plans at all.

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