[centre][img]http://i.imgur.com/M0w8Wg4.jpg[/img][/centre] [b]The Apartment | Julia Castor[/b] Julia lay face-up on her bed, legs dangling from the side and swinging idly, as she flipped the piece of paper around in her hands. The terms and conditions for this particular work of handicraft were absurdly cryptic - she considered that interesting, although she was still having a hard time figuring out why molesting a keychain would be significant enough a concern to have explicitly included. And then she heard a voice speaking inside her room. [b]”S-salut.”[/b] “Uh?” She shot up from the bed and looked around the room for the source of the voice. The speech was full of pauses and the lapses of silence made it take a while for Julia to eventually narrow the search range down to the corner of her study table, upon which her cellphone lay. [b]”You’re...Jula, I think. My name’s Ruée...”[/b] It came...from the speakers? Replacing the weather, calendar and news feed blocks on the start screen of the phone was - for what she could make out from her sitting position a short distance away - a figure of a young girl who was supposedly who was talking.. Interest sparked, Julia stood up and walked over to her desk. With her spine not exactly comfortable from sitting in an unhealthy posture for all that early morning, she broke into a yawn in the middle, straightening her back and stretching her right arm into the air as she picked up the phone with her left hand and moved flipped it upright, moving it closer to her face so she could see the screen clearly. The girl on the screen paused bit in her speech, and at the same time did Julia in the middle of her yawn. [i]Oh snap she’s pretty.[/i] How absolutely impolite is it for one to be in this state when first meeting someone! Especially someone that was so formally delivering a self-introduction. In a panic Julia nearly had the phone fall out of her grip, which wasn’t firm in the first place. She managed to get hold of it and set the phone down on her desk as she hurried to straighten her collar and tidy her hair, and to brush out the few of the eyelashes that were stuck together or discomfortingly sticking to her eyelids. Brushing the last strands of hair out of her eyes, she set the phone upright, grabbing the bookend - the only item in reach for such a purpose, to support it so that the front camera faces her properly - as the line of originally well-aligned books on her desk cascaded into a mess on the desk. Julia herself collapsed into the chair into a straight sitting post, as if a video conference was going on and she had rushed into it after realizing that she was terribly late. The girl in the phone was probably rather frightened from all this. Julia regretting not having thought through all of this earlier when she first hear the sound. But then, it was probably only when she saw the video that her subconsciousness realized that it wasn’t pre-recorded but instead that the girl on the screen could actually see and react to her. Either way, her actions made it rather clear that Julia was giving her best try of being apologetic that she could deliver; although that was much hard to hold together under the influence of her excitement regarding this entire series of events. ”Y-yes, I’m Julia. Julia Castor. Ya. Nice to meet you! Eh-” Her speech degenerated into incoherent snippets of stuttering, which would probably only make the girl on the screen even more nervous, if anything. ”-and no, not at all! Ruée, right? Rue...eh? You-you’re...French? Like….French? Where are you from? Wha-” She should probably just call her Lucie in the future. ”-oh, right. Key App. Username. Key…-” --- [centre][img]http://i.imgur.com/qEAq8YL.jpg[/img][/centre] [b]Gabe’s place | The Librarian[/b] [[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ3cTwI9bIw]music[/url]] [b]Should I go for a set that matches that dark longcoat hanging by the right, or should I go for a lighter set, with a white top and suspenders?”[/b] Gabe said as he turned the screen of the digital device to face his closet. [i]Oh well, that’s new.[/i] The Librarian smiled as he had no choice but to look blankly at the man’s wardrobe. He’d had people being confused about what was happening, people bombarding him with questions about the Key Shop, people having no clue whatsoever, people just freaking out entirely and tossing the phone into a fish tank - that was unpleasant - but the asking about advice on choice of attire? That’s a first. The man’s wardrobe was composed of nearly nothing but buttoned shirts and trousers, though. There was also an abundance of neckties. It also then came to the Librarian’s notice that the device he was now residing in seemed to be populated by an excessive amount of fighting games. He recognized a few titled from the last time he was around, and there were a few he never seen before. Interesting. Before The Librarian got back to the clothing problem the human proposed, Gabe spoke again: [b]“And what do you recommend for breakfast? I must admit that I don't have the faintest clue at the moment. Today's been an odder day than normal, with people invading my phone and free keys going up for...sale? Charity?”[/b] Why would the items be free if it were for charity? Or did he mean that the charity was directed at himself - then wouldn’t one expect things that are a bit more...practical...than pretty crafted keys? He then realized that he just implied that Keys aren’t useful, which is a silly idea. Meh, logic. “That shirt over there. The white one. And those trousers, probably.” In response to the human, The Librarian started composing casually what would be a usual human outfit, only for the whole sentence to be revealed as an absurdly chaotic and slightly comedic statement: “...and do you have a fluorescent green necktie anywhere around? No? That hotpink one over there will do then. And we're all set! Uh...well, allow me a moment while I come up with what you should wear. Feel free to enjoy your breakfast first.” Humans considered clothes not to be edible? Too bad. “Gabe Makoto, sir,” He said, this time slower and in a more sincere tone, but no less cheerfully: “I’m afraid that this is hardly the most important issue at the moment...” He hesitated for a moment and decided not to pull the information-dump-about-things-I’m-not-supposed-to-know trick, as the results are usually extreme and often involve free-falling cellphones. Besides, it never was polite to flip through a filesystem without consent of the owner. He indicated Gabe that he had to make his own decisions about his wear and his food, and carried on: “Allow me to direct you to the Key App.” He said as he rearranged Gabe’s desktop a bit so that his image wasn’t obscured by the blocks that were various applications, and the Key App icon was on the screen where it would seem like The Librarian was pointing at it when Gabe turned the phone around. “The interface is pretty much self-explanatory,” He said, still putting up the business smile. “Information is available on request.” --- [b]The Apartment | Julia Castor[/b] River North II. was the username she eventually came to choose. Julia was never the best with coming up with names, yet she settled on her decision this time rather swiftly. She was actually satisfied with it, really. “...there.” She said as she confirmed the information on the app - now that the initial rush had faded, she acted much more composed and less of a frantic, although she still gritted in her heart about how the first impressions ended up. She’ll have to live with that, she guessed.