The one with everything to lose.

My name is Owen Crow. I'm nineteen years old, and, as the name would suggest, I'm of House Crow. The heir, actually. If you ask around, you'll realize that there are a lot of people who know my name. That's my fault, really. You see, I kind of started a war.

[asherwoodstock-blog]

Only if we do so in our underwear.

[thecountingcrow]

We are so going to get kicked out one of these days.

[asherwoodstock-blog]

Maybe just a little.

[thecountingcrow]

You wanna eat pizza and argue about fictional people's fictional lives?

[asherwoodstock-blog]

Meredith should. That’s right you’ll stop, Owen Crow.

Incredibly and undeniably weird.

[thecountingcrow]

Well, you're the one who likes me.

[thecountingcrow]

Do not even start that argument again. And seriously, the toaster, the fire place the mirrors, I’m literally just a walking ball of destruction.

All I'm saying is that Meredith shouldn't have--- okay okay fine. I'll stop. 

I kind of like it. Is that weird?

[asherwoodstock-blog]

Gods be good!

Seriously, if I break one more bloody window the landlord is going to throw me to the curb.

[thecountingcrow]

He's probably going to kick us out anyway after yesterday's Grey's Anatomy debacle. 

[thenarrows-rp-blog]

I suppose so. I don’t know, it all seems weird, studying people, especially because they seem so disconnected from everything that isn’t inside their shiny boxes, be they large or small.

[thecountingcrow]

So watch television. Though, ironically, I would recommend not watching reality shows. Those, apparently, aren't how people act.

[thenarrows-rp-blog]

I guess. I’m just afraid of a misstep, I don’t want to stick out. It’s one thing to choose to be different, another entirely to be the one person in a room that doesn’t know what a blender is or something.

[thecountingcrow]

Go somewhere where there's crowds of people. Like a mall. And just... mill around a bit. Buy a few of the weird shiny things, look them up and see what they do. Watch people on their phones and on TV. Honestly, the TV helped me the most. I watched how people were without them watching me back. 

[thenarrows-rp-blog]

Yeah. I’m not sure how it happened that way. But I’m starting classes soon at the university. So that’s immersion. Should be interesting to see how I fare.

[thecountingcrow]

My advice would be to just treat things as they come like it's just another day. It gets you used to it faster. Take a bus, watch some dumb shows, get an instagram or whatever. If you treat it like it's just life, that's what it becomes. At least, that worked for me.

[thenarrows-rp-blog]

I did the immersion route. The first time I did it, I stuck my hand in a toilet. Long story, don’t ask, suffice to say, incredibly embarrassing. And I tried to get Pen involved but she kind of pulled me the other way and somehow now I’m the one shut in while she seems to be embracing modern life.

[thecountingcrow]

Well.... that's an interesting turn.

[thenarrows-rp-blog]

I mean, I can’t hope to read about everything but I read a lot. It’s nice, and I feel more secure if I understand things that are so everyday for everyone else. 

[thecountingcrow]

I took the immersion route. Also, the time I spent without my memory sort of just... jumpstarted me into the twenty-first century.

[thenarrows-rp-blog]

I read about everything. I like doing it, it makes me happy, and it also helps me better understand everything that is taken for granted by most people these days. 

[thecountingcrow]

Oh... well, okay. I've read a few books since being here. Not about... everything, but a few.

[thenarrows-rp-blog]

[sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose before speaking more calmly] Look, I’m sorry to have gone off on you, I’m just on edge. I’m always on edge when I talk to her. I’m physically incapable of having a decent conversation with her anymore, or her with me. Or we’re both at fault, I don’t know. But that girl was was my best friend for as long as I can remember until she very abruptly ended our friendship and claimed it never existed, so no, the fighting never stops because I’m incredibly heartbroken that she could push me and all those years of friendship away so easily. It certainly doesn’t help that she feels the need to voice her constant disapproval of how I choose to acquaint myself with this new world.

[thecountingcrow]

How you choose to acquaint yourself with this world?

[thenarrows-rp-blog]

… You seriously don’t have any fucking tact, do you? Or are you really that desperate and lonely as to think striking up a conversation by virtually insulting me in the midst of an argument was a grand fucking plan?

[thecountingcrow]

You seemed upset; I was only trying to help.

[thenarrows-rp-blog]

Yes, but what sane or rational human being butts into an argument between two women whom he hardly knows? 

[thecountingcrow]

I know you better than these strangers. 

[thenarrows-rp-blog]

Does being an heir then entitle you to stick your nose where it is wholly unwelcome then?

[thecountingcrow]

You realize you were yelling in public?

[thenarrows-rp-blog]

Plenty, but luckily none so much as to cause a war and then almost a second one in the tentative peace we’ve managed. You’ve really got a way with people, haven’t you?

[thecountingcrow]

The advantage of being an heir. Everything's magnified. Your successes as well as your mistakes.

[thenarrows-rp-blog]

Then perhaps you could learn from your actions and stop and think before you approach what is clearly an argument between two peop- [looks around and realized Penelope slipped away] Apparently it’s just me then. Again.

[thecountingcrow]

Yeah, she left when you decided I was a more interesting target. Have you ever made a mistake?