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walkingballpitWho| Robbie Baldwin and you?
What| Robbie is 19 and what the IC anon meme would call an edgelord
Where| The mess, can be moved
When| During the Time Ripple
Warnings/Notes| Note: Feel free to read something over his shoulder. Warning: It is possible stuff will be warned about in threads. This will be updated as needed.
Robbie is in the closest thing to a dark corner that the mess hall has to offer, staring at a list on his omnicom. At least... it's technically Robbie Baldwin, but it will take someone who's really good with faces to recognize him. He's younger, about 19, and his head is shaved smooth. There's some scratches on his head and a sling on his arm, but he doesn't look too bad.
Whenever someone walks in, he watches them to try and figure out how to order food. While #6 on the list told him where to find food, Robbie thinks it left out how to operate the menus and how to pay. He'll catch on eventually.
He scrolls up on the screen, past #5 (who to ask for Niels' food) and #4 (yes, it's really Niels), to read through the list one more time. If the preamble (in essence: you're in the future, don't panic, your kindergarten teacher's name was Mrs. Brubaker, timeline hiccuping) is to be believed - and there was a couple of windows full of stars in his room to make it abundantly clear that it's true - then he should probably follow all of the advice.
It's easy enough to follow though. Don't tell anyone not to call you Robbie, don't talk to more people than you have to, and don't do anything stupid. After Nos. 7 (wear these earplugs so you can understand people), it gets a little too demanding, listing the appointments and classes he's supposed to go to. Yeah, well, he's not supposed to talk to people, so those aren't happening when he can just go back to his room and wait this out.
Where are the earplugs, anyway? Robbie sits up, suddenly thrown into an intense confusion, and he panics until he locates them deep in the pocket of his hoodie. He didn't lose them, that's good. He didn't want them, but he couldn't read the signs in the hall without them.
He gingerly sets them down on the table like they might explode. They are the realest things here - definitely more real than the green person he saw in the hallway or his old cat. Those are, respectively, tacky and predictable things to include if this is fake. But the earplugs let him read hieroglyphs. Robbie believes them as proof of being in the future a whole lot more than his teacher's name.
Honestly, he's been trying to remember his kindergarten teacher's name for an hour, and he's still not sold on it being Brubaker. The last thing on the list is "13. Don't worry. It shouldn't last long."
What| Robbie is 19 and what the IC anon meme would call an edgelord
Where| The mess, can be moved
When| During the Time Ripple
Warnings/Notes| Note: Feel free to read something over his shoulder. Warning: It is possible stuff will be warned about in threads. This will be updated as needed.
Robbie is in the closest thing to a dark corner that the mess hall has to offer, staring at a list on his omnicom. At least... it's technically Robbie Baldwin, but it will take someone who's really good with faces to recognize him. He's younger, about 19, and his head is shaved smooth. There's some scratches on his head and a sling on his arm, but he doesn't look too bad.
Whenever someone walks in, he watches them to try and figure out how to order food. While #6 on the list told him where to find food, Robbie thinks it left out how to operate the menus and how to pay. He'll catch on eventually.
He scrolls up on the screen, past #5 (who to ask for Niels' food) and #4 (yes, it's really Niels), to read through the list one more time. If the preamble (in essence: you're in the future, don't panic, your kindergarten teacher's name was Mrs. Brubaker, timeline hiccuping) is to be believed - and there was a couple of windows full of stars in his room to make it abundantly clear that it's true - then he should probably follow all of the advice.
It's easy enough to follow though. Don't tell anyone not to call you Robbie, don't talk to more people than you have to, and don't do anything stupid. After Nos. 7 (wear these earplugs so you can understand people), it gets a little too demanding, listing the appointments and classes he's supposed to go to. Yeah, well, he's not supposed to talk to people, so those aren't happening when he can just go back to his room and wait this out.
Where are the earplugs, anyway? Robbie sits up, suddenly thrown into an intense confusion, and he panics until he locates them deep in the pocket of his hoodie. He didn't lose them, that's good. He didn't want them, but he couldn't read the signs in the hall without them.
He gingerly sets them down on the table like they might explode. They are the realest things here - definitely more real than the green person he saw in the hallway or his old cat. Those are, respectively, tacky and predictable things to include if this is fake. But the earplugs let him read hieroglyphs. Robbie believes them as proof of being in the future a whole lot more than his teacher's name.
Honestly, he's been trying to remember his kindergarten teacher's name for an hour, and he's still not sold on it being Brubaker. The last thing on the list is "13. Don't worry. It shouldn't last long."