everything was made for you and me

[ronstadt]

Who: Ronstadt and ... you, maybe?
What: Getting his bearings
Where: Valhudor Tower / Dining Hall / Kedrigan Hall, with a TL comment for those who want to continue TDM threads!
When: The first few days
Warnings: None yet! I'll add any in comment headers if they come up.

Valhudor Tower
He didn't arrive with more than the clothes on his back, so it doesn't take Ronstadt long to set up in Room 911... though he's amused that the tower's dorm numbering is a bit haphazard. He makes the hike up to the common room at the top of the tower, and proceeds to be absolutely awed by the ceiling, flopping down in one of the comfortable chairs. Once he's daydreamed long enough, he heads back down to explore, stopping in the entrance hall to look over the memorabilia and get vaguely distracted by the Bala-Inlota trophies and case. Mostly because he doesn't know what the heck any of it means.

Dining Hall
It had been a while since his last meal - a whole world, even - so Ronstadt's stomach led him to the Dining hall, where he was pleased and amazed to find that there was already plenty of food to choose from, and he didn't have to order anything or try to figure out what things were on a menu. As he filled a plate with what were hopefully homefries, a few sausage patties, and ... well, they looked like scrambled eggs, even if the color was a little odd ... he glanced over at whoever was closest by.

"You don't suppose the chefs here can manage anything resembling a chalupa?"

Kedrigan Hall
Stomach full, properly hydrated with some sort of iced tea, Ronstadt decided to try and figure out where his classes were. It had been a long time since he'd been to anything even vaguely resembling school, and even those memories were... Let's just say he wasn't sure he could rely on them well. Learning magic had been high on his list before he'd even arrived, so he was determined to not screw this up. And he had enough memories of being abysmally late for classes because he couldn't remember where he was supposed to be, or had gotten lost, or what have you. Armed with the map he'd been issued, he crossed the grounds to Kedrigan hall, checking his watch to see how long it would take him to get from point A to point B.

Unfortunately, the sheer amount of magic in the place tripped his Craydar before he was even ten yards from the front door, and he wrapped an arm around his stomach, gritting his teeth with a groan as the presence of so much magic hit him. Every blood cell in his veins felt like it was tingling, and he lowered his head, closing his eyes. The last time he'd felt something even a fraction of this strength, his eyes had lit up like tractor trailer high-beams, and he didn't want anyone coming up on him just to be freaked out by the new guy with the mop of blond hair in the red-and-orange robes.

Comments

sorry this is so brief, he's a little gobsmacked

[ronstadt]

"Sets?" He frowned a little. Was this guy going through the exact same thing? "At least two. That I know of. Why?"

Re: sorry this is so brief, he's a little gobsmacked

[scotch_egg]

"As if you've lived two lives simultaneously?" His stare became intense. Focused. "As if you've been in two places at once and both of them feel absolutely real?"

mind spoilers? I can write around them.

[ronstadt]

Ronstadt winced in sudden sympathy. Each of them had been looking for someone who understood the weirdness going on in their heads, and neither of them had found it.

"Dammit. No, I'm sorry, man...." He moved some of his food around on his plate, not sure if guilt was stealing his appetite or not. "Sure sounds like some powerful magic to me, though."

Whatever was going on with him, it wasn't pinging Ronstadt's craydar, which either meant it wasn't as powerful as he thought, or the rest of the magic in the dining hall was usurping it. Getting used to magic being a constant presence was going to be ... interesting.

s'all good

[scotch_egg]

Damn. He had hoped-- but it was probably for the best.

"I don't know if it's magic, but it's definitely a pain in the ass." He sighed, and rested his chin on his fist, stirring his tea absently. "What's going on with you, then?"

Massive S1 Spoilers, Then!

[ronstadt]

"My memory's real fuzzy up until the last year and a half, when my powers kicked in," he said glumly. "I have vague thoughts, concepts ... but any time I tried to think harder about it ... I couldn't get them to come in clear. My new girlfriend was asking me stuff about my life, you know, trying to get to know me? And she started looking at me like I had two heads. Every single memory I shared with her ... she pulled it up on YouTube and showed it to me. As something that happened in a movie. Or a show. Or a freaking yogurt commercial. My whole life? Fake. And I have no clue why."

[scotch_egg]

"God. That's even worse. At least I can choose which I want but to have it all be...something else." He shook his head. "Maybe it's amnesia and something here can trigger it?" He doesn't know much about it ironically. He can't even define it for himself.

"There's got to be some sort of potion or hand waving someone can do."