BRETT: -he's been out for a short time, but this time he's thankful to have felt it coming on. he had just enough time to lie down on the floor before the seizure took over. currently, he's on the floor, on his side, and he seems to be lightly scratching his opposite arm in a repetitive fashion. this is normal, guys.-
RORY: *On his way to the common room, determined to visit a few familiar haunts before settling into figuring out a routine for the evening. Just natural Rory things. Adjusts at the loose sleeves of his comfy pink top when... he spots someone lying on the ground down the hall. Visibly twitching. Rory's mindset switches on a dime as he rushes forward, one hand reaching for his comm already.*
RORY: Huckleberry f-- *This was a seizure. What the hell were all those child safety courses used for if he couldn't recognize a seizure?? Rory stays kneeling at the guy's side, heart racing. Visibly he wasn't freaking out but eyes were narrowed in high alert as he shot a message to the infirmary.*
RORY: It's ok. Someone's coming. *He's very determined to hover insistantly, using these next few seconds to check all the important factors. Careful, so careful not to move or touch him.*
BRETT: -he snaps out of it slowly, eyes looking around, a bit of drool on the corner of his mouth, and someone kneeling and hovering over him.- Fuck. -he barely speaks, his hand carefully moving to wipe at his own mouth-
RORY: *can't help but breathe easy as the spasms disappate. He won't even register the nasty drool.* Oh... good.
RORY: You're using words.
BRETT: -He groans and takes a deep breath, attempting to slowly sit up- No shit.
BRETT: What do you want me to do, bark at you?
RORY: It's ok. Either way it would be a response. *stays kneeling* I called the infirmary if that's also ok.
RORY: Do you feel like you need to see a doctor?
BRETT: -He watches this guy closely, obviously judging- Oh, fuck no. Cancel it. Whatever it is. Tell them they don't need to come. It's just a waste of time.
RORY: Ok. I will do that for you. *Takes his comm back out and sends this message to the infirmary. He seems oblivious to getting judged like he is. He better be judged. The lengths Rory goes to wear comfy clothes as well as matching soft makeup touches are immense.* Does this happen often?
BRETT: -He keeps sitting because he isn't ready to stand up just yet- Often is an understatement.
RORY: That's unfortunate. *carefully stows his comm away. Also stays kneeling... just to keep him company and peer at him curiously.* I'm glad I saw you when I did.
BRETT: -It's a really nice and kind sentiment, but Brett seems to overlook that- Why? It wouldn't have made a difference. All that would be different is you getting to see it for yourself.
RORY: *Doesn't appear bothered by his tone and just nods... purple eyes thoughtful.* Yeah. Maybe you're right about that.
RORY: The difference is I'm here now and I don't mind that at all.
BRETT: -this dude is so calm. what the hell? brett's aware he is acting like an asshole, but for some reason that doesn't seem to deter this person at all- Congratulations. You got front row seats to the freak show.
RORY: The drool was a nice touch. *says it like he genuinely liked that part especially :> *
BRETT: -Snorts and rolls his eyes- Perks of being in the front row.
RORY: It was a priviledge. *He will kill him with kindness if it's the last thing he does. Offers to shake his hand.* I'm rory. I don't think i've seen you around before.
BRETT: -stares at rory's hand for a second but gives in and shakes it VERY briefly. laziest handshake ever- Brett. Penny's my biological mom, so I'm hanging out with her.
RORY: Oh ok. That's pretty cool. *says it uncooly. He's obviously a nerd.* Roxanne is my mom. Maybe you know her or maybe you don't. Either way, it's nice to meet you.
RORY: Have you been here long? *releases his hand. Rory has decided the stronger handshake goes to himself. Ye.*
BRETT: No idea who Roxanne is. Not really looking forward to meeting a bunch of people here. And no. Maybe a week? Shit, I don't know.
RORY: Well if you're here for your mom that's all that matters. The ship is a pretty big place. It's easy to forget you have the option to mingle with others. Even if it's an option you don't want.
RORY: It's there regardless. *glances around* Were you going somewhere specific?
BRETT: -He sighs loudly- I don't fucking know. Leave it to me to forget. I was likely going somewhere.
RORY: I was on my way to visit the common room.
RORY: Would you like to come with me?
BRETT: -normally, he would say no. but something causes him to shrug- Don't have anything better to do.
RORY: *Well cool because he is standing up again. Brushing off his white slacks.* Do you need help standing?
BRETT: No. I have working legs and feet, thanks. -he carefully stands, making sure he's good but damn he feels EXHAUSTED-
RORY: That's a relief. *But he will continue to hover in case any of these factors CHANGE for some reason. Without further adeiu, Rory is taking the lead for the common room.* Can i get you something to drink? They have vending machines.
BRETT: -brett follows him since he's still not sure where everything is, so this is helpful.- Do you think I can't get one myself, or...? -brett, stop it-
RORY: Not exactly. *hums and leads the way onward* I guess the better word would have been "may i". I can understand if you're offended now.
BRETT: -Okay, this guy maybe has an OKAY sense of humor- Sure. Whatever.
RORY: Doing what i want includes getting you a drink. Cool. *nods, agreeing with... pretty much himself. Pfft. By the time they arrive to the common room, Rory is going for the vending machine.* Do you like anything especially?
BRETT: Anything lemon lime. -he plops down on one of the couches there-
RORY: *That's pretty straightforward. He buys a regular sprite for Brett and cold tea for himself. Comes over and offers the soda out to him.*
RORY: It's a good flavor as far as sodas go. I prefer tea or cold coffee myself.
BRETT: -takes it- It's pretty much the only thing I drink. -cracks it open-
RORY: I'll have to remember that. *sips his own tea and moves to inspect the line of bookshelves across the room. The UU has seriously been lacking some good books... Glances at Brett from the corner of his eye.* There's a remote there if you want to watch tv.
BRETT: -he shrugs and takes the remote- There's a low chance something good will be on. -Flips it on anyway-
RORY: What do you consider good? *peering at this book on... knitting patterns. Okay, yes. This will do. He drags it to a table and sits there, giving Brett plenty of space to himself.*
BRETT: -thanks rory- Good stuff, ideally. Stuff that isn't shitty or average?
RORY: Ok. I think home decor channels are pretty good. And model runway stuff can also be considered "good".
BRETT: I've never seen any model runway anything because I think it's all just a load of conforming shit.
BRETT: I fall asleep to home decor channels sometimes.
RORY: So that's not good tv by your standards. *slowly turning the knitting book pages* What is?
BRETT: You know those music channels that try to focus on alternative music and edm and then they don't last very long?
RORY: *sitting all the way over here, he ends up smiling to himself.* Oh ok. Yeah.
RORY: Why not let some of that play?
BRETT: -squints at him- You want to watch that?
RORY: Yeah. I've never had the opportunity to appreciate it before.
BRETT: -He looks at him for a moment and then nods, switching the channel- This is uh. Called Reverb. It's actually going off the air entirely in a week. I think a cooking channel is taking its place. -There's some kind of abstract music video playing-
RORY: Huh. *turning his chair to give the tv his full attention* Is this a channel transmitted from earth?
BRETT: I don't know how they're still...airing.
BRETT: Maybe it's like...pirate tv.
BRETT: Some guys want to spread the news of good music and hack into the satellite or whatever.
RORY: That would be one explanation. *glances at him* Also inspiring.
RORY: I don't suppose you watch tv often anyway.
BRETT: Yeah. People risking all that for music? Amazing. -he shakes his head- Nah. Not really. It's...mostly music. Don't have to deal with visuals that way. Sound doesn't affect me at all. -he realizes that doesn't make sense- I'm uh.
RORY: *nods with understanding anyway. He kind of figured but also didn't want to assume.* You'd be surprised what people would risk for their passions.
RORY: That's probably corny to say.
BRETT: Actually, not really. It seems like it would be corny.
BRETT: It would be worse if you said "if you believe, you can achieve anything." That's fucking stupid. But what you said? I can go with that.
RORY: You can. *starting to smile a little again*
BRETT: -he's sort of smiling now, out of amusement- Dude. Corny as fuck.
RORY: Sorry. That was easy.
BRETT: You had to take it. I get it.
RORY: There's that at least. *turns back to his knitting book* I wish i knew more stuff about music.
BRETT: Hey. I can teach you all you need to know. All the good stuff.
BRETT: You'll get an advantage from me because I'm not going to waste your time on "classics" or "modern hits." -He literally makes air quotes-
RORY: That sounds fun. I'm a fan of classic anything. *smile. Gosh, for a mild mannered young man such as him, this was exciting.* I like classical music.
BRETT: Classical? Okay. That isn't super shitty. I can work with that. Make classical electronic and you have the kind of music I make.
RORY: Oh. *tries to picture this and ends up nodding* Yes. I can see that.
RORY: *takes out his communicator and fires up an app.* ....
RORY: *shows off the screen. Theres a minature version of a piano there.* :)
RORY: *sets his fingers on the screen and starts to hit a few springy notes*
BRETT: Oh, shit. I've seen those before. You know how to play anything?
RORY: I can do piano concerto. I've actually played a few shows for school. *Because he's a nerd.*
BRETT: You do anything original?
RORY: Oh no. *ducks his head with a small, abashed smile* Composition isn't my... forte.
BRETT: It's not everybody's. I'm sure you could do it if you wanted to.
RORY: *shiny eyed glance at him but ok. He sneaks a little mischief into it.* Do you...
BRETT: -Takes him a second, but he looks back at him and squints- No. I don't believe shit.
RORY: *looks off and discreetly wipes the lower half of his face to keep from laughing a little. Ahem.* That's disappointing.
BRETT: That's my specialty.
RORY: You're very thorough. *He's trying so hard to not... going as far as rubbing his chin.*
BRETT: That's the only way to go.
RORY: Yes... *He's weak. Dips his chin down into his scarf to keep from grinning.*
BRETT: Oh my god, are you fucking losing it behind that scarf?
RORY: ... *gives it a second*
RORY: That i ain't. *finally starting to relax and lowers his scarf. He does look incredibly smug.*
RORY: It wasn't. *pouts a little but the expression smooths over. He's back to resting his chin onto his palm and looking at the knitting book.*
BRETT: -he may actually be laughing just a little- Do you knit?
RORY: Yes. Though not professionally. *smirking like a little shit into his palm*
BRETT: ...you're still going.
RORY: It just kind of happens when something is funny.
BRETT: I don't even remember what that something was.
RORY: I'm not a professional knitter. Though i like to knit.
RORY: I'm also not a professional composer. Though i like to play piano.
RORY: Never mind. *The point was, it was fun messing with him. Rory is satisfied for now.*
BRETT: Okaaaaay. -he exhales and looks at the tv- Oh. I like this guy.
RORY: I assume he's really good. *shoots a brief glance that way*
BRETT: Oh, hell yeah. He's like the best DJ out there. -there's some guy working turntables and pressing buttons in an odd kind of music video-
RORY: Like the spinning mixes they do at parties?
BRETT: Well, there's that aspect of it and then there's the actual composing of electronic music. Which this guy is like. The best at.
BRETT: Nothing sounds like his stuff and that's why it's so good.
BRETT: I've watched his livestreams, seen how he puts songs together. Fucking brilliant. It's like watching the Michelangelo of music create right in front of you.
RORY: That's almost poetic.
BRETT: Exactly. Point made.
RORY: I like it. *starts tucking the book away and sips more at his tea*
BRETT: What kind of tea is that?
RORY: Standard green. *peering at the can as if to make doubly sure.* They also have ginger and chamomile if you happen to want to try it at any time.
BRETT: I...haven't really had much tea. I guess I could give it a shot. It's probably better than this. -lifts up his sprite-
RORY: It has a smoother texture. *nods* Plus none of the carbonated bloating that follows most sodas.
RORY: I guess i'm just a fan.
BRETT: Yeah, I get that. -looks back at the tv and then looks up and away from it because someone decided it was a GREAT idea to make a video of RAPIDLY CHANGING FLASHING COLORS-
RORY: *catches sight of his rapid glancing.* Oh.
RORY: We can turn that off if you want.
BRETT: Nah. I like the song. I can look away.
RORY: Ok. *gazing at Brett as he avoids looking on the screen.* Hi.
RORY: You were looking at him.
BRETT: You're really fucking weird.
RORY: *his mouth is twitching with another creeping grin. But no he muscles it down.* Hello is something people say when they are attempting to establish a verbal connection.
RORY: However brief it is.
BRETT: From across the couch.
RORY: Ok but it's a practice that's generally accepted in society so it can't be weird.
BRETT: Not when you have been in each other's presence for a while.
BRETT: I mean, unless you've got a case of short term memory loss.
RORY: Maybe i wanted to greet you again.
RORY: To establish the connection anew. * c: *
RORY: *Or he's just messing with him again. It's really hard to tell.*
BRETT: What are we doing, re-introducing ourselves?
RORY: *innocent nodding* I'm rory.
BRETT: I know you're fucking with me. But it's not in the worst way possible like prongle. I fucking hate prongle.
RORY: I could like saying hi to you.
BRETT: You are fucking with me.
BRETT: It's not debatable.
BRETT: -gives him a look-
RORY: *regards him with a quirked brow* In fact, when one of us leaves and then meets up again.
RORY: The chances of it happening again.
RORY: Is probably very certain.
BRETT: Introducing yourself, sure.
RORY: (Because i like it so much.)
RORY: *grins now. Okay. He's definitely fucking with him.*
RORY: Thank you for acknowledging my viewpoint.
BRETT: You're welcome. -he's so snarky what the fuck-
