Jorvin beat back pangs of annoyance from his being. No matter what this new world had to offer, nothing changed the fact that he was out of his element and in over his head. An older man amidst a party of young people; he was not "hip", he knew no slang, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd shopped in the urban outfitters section he used to frequent when he was a youth. There was no use in lamenting time's slow march, it would happen to the rest of them too. Maybe he was just being a grumpy old man, anyway. There were bigger problems before him: all the doors were locked, and there was no way in. He figured following the Boxcar and Nora may be a good idea, the forest was where everyone happened to be--of course he wasn't sure how they would react to some chubby man adorned in academic regalia. He figured he would wait.

There were two others on the porch next to him; there was a girl with a bike and a young boy whose name was 'Samuel' who preferred to be called 'Sam.' Quite the common name, mundane even. 'Sam' didn't seem the social type, much like Jorvin himself; perhaps it was a credit to the boy's youth, Jorvin had the same quality in his younger years. No, no, no, age hadn't changed him much at all--he was still awkward in any social context. Relegating oneself to a room for fourty eight hours or more without sleep and only a candelight for reading and writing makes a person inhospitable sometimes. Surely, there was no harm in [i]trying[/i] to interact with the two.

"Have either of you fine people heard the joke about the Sodium Hybromite?"

Bad chemistry joke incoming. God help these unknowing souls and grant them respite in [i]paradiso[/i].