[ actually, yes, there are signs of who he's sharing this space with. and while there isn't a bag around, there sure is a calculus textbook on the bed, and there's a single polaroid taped to their side of the wall.
and yes, he can misfire emails, 100%. time to accidentally send memes to your professors, tamamori. the phone wallpaper looks like this. feel free to play with the phone however you'd like, tama. ]
[Does it look like anyone he knows. The polaroid, I mean, he wouldn't know a calculus textbook if it whacked him over the noggin at twenty thousand paces.
You say accidentally send memes, but Tamamori is just that meme where you can take a picture of your soul (obviously) if you press the home button and the power button at the same time. He manages this. He takes a screenshot of the HOMESCREEN LLAMA. He sends it to three professors, two contacts, and whoever was messaging him. RIP Sage!]
I wonder...
[I'm going to force him to check the actual messages before he's distracted again. Please. What has been sent to him before the llamapocalypse.]
[ first, the phone. after the start of llamapocalypse, tamamori looks at the text. the message reads: ]
😄 party after finals be there, alright? your drinks are on me also lol? llama?
[ reading that, though, doesn't really make him feel appreciated at all. in fact, something about it just makes him feel kinda...hollow?
but now, the polaroid. tamamori absolutely recognizes who's in the polaroid; they have the same ripple effect as the one on his side. but before he can do anymore phone shenanigans or rip off the polaroid or what have you, someone enters. the same someone he recognizes in that very polaroid. ]
[ ryouma just stands in the doorway with the keycard in one hand and his bag dangling off of one shoulder. sure didn't expect to find anyone in here. ]
Surely this unsatisfied feeling is from receiving an entirely typed message, with no handwriting nor flourishes to identify the owner except an alarmingly round face. Though it looks fairly happy. Or maybe he's just hungry??? Or maybe it's just that he's being offered alcohol instead of Calspi. This person has no taste.
Tamamori is still processing all of this, and very slowly pecking out a reply:]
L L A M A
[Yes, that's all he sends. Good luck, Sage.
Then Ryouma comes gallivanting in and he squawks and drops the phone. He is still on Ryouma's(???) side of the room, but Tamamori looks very suspiciously between the Polaroid and the non-Polaroid. And:]
Of course I know. This is nothing but a very strange dream, and you are invading it by suddenly being my roommate. I was just off to try out my dream money in this dream university. Why are you here?
[ it's a fair question? he also holds up the keycard in his hand. ]
Apparently, I live here?
[ he doesn't seem to care that someone is rummaging around on his side of the room because that's technically not his stuff. he heads right in and kicks the door shut behind him, tossing his bag down on the bed after pocketing his phone (and the knife). ]
The tests they've given us so far come with instructions! And, this isn't the room I went to sleep in (this would be the second time, but that's not important)! AND, there are people here in these pictures I don't recognize at all, possessions I don't recognize, and in fact, you are the only thing I've recognized since I've falsely woken up.
Therefore -- this must be a dream. The course wasn't a dream, so there is no reason this one couldn't be.
[This isn't how logic, deductive reasoning, or anything else works. But possibly it is how dream logic works. Why not. Tamamori huffs and picks up the phone and goes to stuff it in his bag, and then holds up his own keycard like?? EQUAL AUTHORITY UNDER THE DREAM LAW.]
... Hmm? Are you planning to go to sleep to try to wake up?
[Tamamori re-opens the door, I guess, because he was planning on going out anyway.]
No, I came here to see if anything in here would give me any clues about what's going on. I woke up in the middle of the lecture hall about to take a test on something called "calculus"? Never heard of it, so I left. I'm supposed to go eat pizza now, I think?
[ is there anything around in this room, he wonders? ]
Maybe the test is to see how well you think on your feet?
All I know is that all our dream-possessions are here, so you might as well take all of your dream-things before we go to eat your dream-food. [what's pizza] And if you really want to know what calculus is, there's a very boring-looking book there about it.
[Tamamori had not cracked the book. But it didn't sound like something he'd want to read anyways.]
There is a person who doesn't understand the nature of llamas, who seems to be holding some sort of party. I'm not interested in their drinks, but if there's extra food, I may have to drop by.
[Did he just invite himself to two parties (they're the same party).]
[ ryouma's side is significantly tidier than tamamori's. it's neat and things seem to be folded and placed in their proper areas – clothes in the drawers, textbooks on the shelf save for the calculus one, snacks neatly stacked under his bed. the wall's also got some posters that fit the aesthetic of his phone case and pocket knife! neat. ]
The nature of this, of course. They're not much of a sage.
[Tamamori holds up his phone, which has locked. But there is still an impressive picture of a llama visible, I assume; luckily they aren't about to get into the existential status of llamas, because at this time food and figuring out this party-thing is far more important.
He has priorities! He's run through most of them, so now it's time for Action.
Well, he's a little curious about the person on the other end of the device, too, but it's not like he's had much experience using these, and Lorelei never shows herself. So they could just as soon be partying with a screen as anything.]
I can't say I usually dream about school -- I never liked it much. I definitely don't dream about being a banker.
But if this dream-school comes with dream-food, I'll give it some mercy.
[He starts just slipping out the door without waiting--]
but for some reason, when tamamori says that, he can't help but feel a pang of some kind of resentment. the calculus book (which, for some reason, gives tamamori the idea that there's math proficiency there), the neatness – qualities his roommate has that he, for some reason, feels like he has but somehow? somehow, he's struggling himself.
it's upsetting, to some degree.
but yes. feel free to head out the door, gentlemen. ]
[ yeah, he's just going to let that one go too because he can't imagine weird pictures of animals he's not really familiar with are going to do them any good. ]
Never cared for school much either myself. I'd rather be out in the world getting experience that way, you know?
[ with phone + knife + keycard in his pocket already, ryouma follows tamamori right back out the door. ]
What's wrong with being a banker? Money makes the world go 'round, as they say.
[Team What The Fuck Are Llamas, Actually?? is now sashaying out the door, let's gooooo, we have a pizza party waiting so presumably at least one of them can get their mind blown--
Oh. Hm. Apparently, in this dream, he has been given the role of a character(?) who deeply wants to be a banker and may have some sort of attachment to calculus. This is so distasteful a notion that Tamamori gives it two seconds' consideration and then immediately tells his dream-self, who's not allowed to take shape: I may be a little envious of this man's wardrobe, but I'll never be envious of how boring his books are! Shoo, shoo! Your story doesn't interest me.
It remains to be seen whether this is actually a productive denial of the dubious facts of their existence here. He leads the way without missing a stride.]
Other people can make the world revolve around money! An artist, you see, should live off the wind of the world.
That depends on when and where someone's born, I think. Some people don't have that luxury and have to make their own way.
[ not that he's actually going to debate this point for real. he doesn't do arguments. mostly it's something to talk about to pass the time heading to the bus stop. ]
[ they're heading to the bus stop, and they won't see sage there, but they will notice the haziness in the environment. feeding off of their strange emotions. for tamamori, the jealousy was recent, but for ryouma, the frustration is starting to surge again. you truly don't feel like you're all that good at calculus, you stayed up late studying – it's all kind of compounding and feels even more prominent now.
Hmph. Making your own way includes knowing which way the wind blows? People rely on other people! It's the way of things.
[Probably, Ryouma has a ridiculous amount more experience than him on this, also possibly has much better track records of making his way anywhere, also is not talking out of his ass. But Tamamori says this regardless, because he's come far enough that he's not particularly about to self-reflect now.]
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and yes, he can misfire emails, 100%. time to accidentally send memes to your professors, tamamori. the phone wallpaper looks like this. feel free to play with the phone however you'd like, tama. ]
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[Does it look like anyone he knows. The polaroid, I mean, he wouldn't know a calculus textbook if it whacked him over the noggin at twenty thousand paces.
You say accidentally send memes, but Tamamori is just that meme where you can take a picture of your soul (obviously) if you press the home button and the power button at the same time. He manages this. He takes a screenshot of the HOMESCREEN LLAMA. He sends it to three professors, two contacts, and whoever was messaging him. RIP Sage!]
I wonder...
[I'm going to force him to check the actual messages before he's distracted again. Please. What has been sent to him before the llamapocalypse.]
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😄 party after finals
be there, alright? your drinks are on me
also lol? llama?
[ reading that, though, doesn't really make him feel appreciated at all. in fact, something about it just makes him feel kinda...hollow?
but now, the polaroid. tamamori absolutely recognizes who's in the polaroid; they have the same ripple effect as the one on his side. but before he can do anymore phone shenanigans or rip off the polaroid or what have you, someone enters. the same someone he recognizes in that very polaroid. ]
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Oh. I didn't think anyone was in here!
[ wait. ]
Do you know what's going on right now?
[ perfectly normal question right. ]
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Surely this unsatisfied feeling is from receiving an entirely typed message, with no handwriting nor flourishes to identify the owner except an alarmingly round face. Though it looks fairly happy. Or maybe he's just hungry??? Or maybe it's just that he's being offered alcohol instead of Calspi. This person has no taste.
Tamamori is still processing all of this, and very slowly pecking out a reply:]
L L A M A
[Yes, that's all he sends. Good luck, Sage.
Then Ryouma comes gallivanting in and he squawks and drops the phone. He is still on Ryouma's(???) side of the room, but Tamamori looks very suspiciously between the Polaroid and the non-Polaroid. And:]
Of course I know. This is nothing but a very strange dream, and you are invading it by suddenly being my roommate. I was just off to try out my dream money in this dream university. Why are you here?
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[ that's the response. nothing more, nothing less. L L A M A times are upon us, clearly.
the time now is a little after 3:00pm. ]
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[ it's a fair question? he also holds up the keycard in his hand. ]
Apparently, I live here?
[ he doesn't seem to care that someone is rummaging around on his side of the room because that's technically not his stuff. he heads right in and kicks the door shut behind him, tossing his bag down on the bed after pocketing his phone (and the knife). ]
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Therefore -- this must be a dream. The course wasn't a dream, so there is no reason this one couldn't be.
[This isn't how logic, deductive reasoning, or anything else works. But possibly it is how dream logic works. Why not. Tamamori huffs and picks up the phone and goes to stuff it in his bag, and then holds up his own keycard like?? EQUAL AUTHORITY UNDER THE DREAM LAW.]
... Hmm? Are you planning to go to sleep to try to wake up?
[Tamamori re-opens the door, I guess, because he was planning on going out anyway.]
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[ is there anything around in this room, he wonders? ]
Maybe the test is to see how well you think on your feet?
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[Tamamori had not cracked the book. But it didn't sound like something he'd want to read anyways.]
There is a person who doesn't understand the nature of llamas, who seems to be holding some sort of party. I'm not interested in their drinks, but if there's extra food, I may have to drop by.
[Did he just invite himself to two parties (they're the same party).]
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[ sigh. ]
Who dreams about this sort of thing anyway? Dream-school isn't any more exciting than real-school.
[ please do not get him started on the dream-thing thing!! ]
Might as well go together, I guess?
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[Tamamori holds up his phone, which has locked. But there is still an impressive picture of a llama visible, I assume; luckily they aren't about to get into the existential status of llamas, because at this time food and figuring out this party-thing is far more important.
He has priorities! He's run through most of them, so now it's time for Action.
Well, he's a little curious about the person on the other end of the device, too, but it's not like he's had much experience using these, and Lorelei never shows herself. So they could just as soon be partying with a screen as anything.]
I can't say I usually dream about school -- I never liked it much. I definitely don't dream about being a banker.
But if this dream-school comes with dream-food, I'll give it some mercy.
[He starts just slipping out the door without waiting--]
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but for some reason, when tamamori says that, he can't help but feel a pang of some kind of resentment. the calculus book (which, for some reason, gives tamamori the idea that there's math proficiency there), the neatness – qualities his roommate has that he, for some reason, feels like he has but somehow? somehow, he's struggling himself.
it's upsetting, to some degree.
but yes. feel free to head out the door, gentlemen. ]
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[ yeah, he's just going to let that one go too because he can't imagine weird pictures of animals he's not really familiar with are going to do them any good. ]
Never cared for school much either myself. I'd rather be out in the world getting experience that way, you know?
[ with phone + knife + keycard in his pocket already, ryouma follows tamamori right back out the door. ]
What's wrong with being a banker? Money makes the world go 'round, as they say.
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Oh. Hm. Apparently, in this dream, he has been given the role of a character(?) who deeply wants to be a banker and may have some sort of attachment to calculus. This is so distasteful a notion that Tamamori gives it two seconds' consideration and then immediately tells his dream-self, who's not allowed to take shape: I may be a little envious of this man's wardrobe, but I'll never be envious of how boring his books are! Shoo, shoo! Your story doesn't interest me.
It remains to be seen whether this is actually a productive denial of the dubious facts of their existence here. He leads the way without missing a stride.]
Other people can make the world revolve around money! An artist, you see, should live off the wind of the world.
[Or just mooch off other people. Anyway.]
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[ not that he's actually going to debate this point for real. he doesn't do arguments. mostly it's something to talk about to pass the time heading to the bus stop. ]
redirecting + time skip!
the karaoke bar is nearby. ]
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[Probably, Ryouma has a ridiculous amount more experience than him on this, also possibly has much better track records of making his way anywhere, also is not talking out of his ass. But Tamamori says this regardless, because he's come far enough that he's not particularly about to self-reflect now.]