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Who: Tobias and you!
What: Arrival tiiiime
When: 11/19 (During Alternately You event. Because the boy knows how to make an entrance, I guess.)
Where: Info Booth, around town.
Warnings: None yet, but given that Tobias is from the early 2000's so you can expect some, uh. Language that is no longer acceptable in polite conversation.

Arrival

Tobias was in a meadow, perched on a tree one minute, and the next he'd found himself outside an information booth. After a (very short) conversation, he'd tucked himself into some bushes and made the change from hawk to boy, accepting the information and money from Jerry. But once he'd been dismissed, he wasn't exactly sure what to do with himself.

He was alone. No animorphs. No Hork-Bajir. No obvious threat. No clear objectives. The alone part wasn't so bad, but the rest was just confusing. No one plucked him out of his world without a purpose. He looked over the pamphlet with a sigh, and turned towards the park exit. He looked more like he was leaving an exercise class than a fresh arrival, in tight shorts, shirt, and bare feet.

Around Town

Tobias is wandering around town in some new flip flops and a jacket, if only so he would have pockets to stick his money, pamphlets, and phone in. Under it, he was still wearing tight shorts and a shirt at least a size too small, but he didn't seem bothered by the fact that he was a fashion disaster, sticking out like a stone-faced sore thumb.

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<I know,> he replied quietly. Here, at least, it would be easier. People wouldn't look at him and know. He wasn't an object lesson in the dangers of morphing. <I'm... used to it now, but at least people here won't pity me.>

Adam wouldn't pity him, that was for sure. "You were given a phone, right? There's a directory with everyone here in it, just look for my name and give me a call or a text if you ever need anything." Even if that anything was just to talk or hang out.

<Yeah. It's got the internet on it, somehow. It's pretty cool.> He agreed, shifting his feet along on the branch a little. <Your name's Adam, right?>

He nodded, to both things. "Are you not used to phones having internet?" he asked. "And yes, it's Adam. Adam Parrish."

<No?> he shakes his head. <Phones are for calling people. This thing doesn't even have buttons. It's weird.> In a good way, but still weird. <Parrish the thought, huh? I'll remember it,> he promises. <And I promise to pick up if I notice when you're calling. Which I probably will, unless I'm up in the air.>

"If you need help with it, let me know." He'd be glad to lend a hand. Also that pun was bad. So bad that Tobias should feel bad, even if Adam smiled as he shook his head.

"And I promise not to be offended if you don't pick up." He was more than used to people with phone issues.

<I'm sure it'll be fine. If I can figure out alien tech, how hard can a fancy phone be?> He's trying for a joke, his wings fluttering a little before settling against his sides again. <Thanks for driving me home.>

Adam smiled. "In case anything does come up, the offer stands." He didn't want to just leave Tobias high and dry if he had an issue. "And you're welcome."

<You'll be the first one I drop in on if I run into trouble,> he promised. Probably in the literal sense, too, because if he couldn't get the phone to work he probably wouldn't be using it to call Adam. He'd probably just show up in the poor kid's window and scare the crap out of him.

It would probably be an accident, too. Probably.

"Sounds good," he said, nodding. "Is there anything else I can do to help?" Before he headed on his way. Tobias seemed to be pretty settled in here now, but Adam didn't want to just ditch him.

Tobias shook his head. <Unless you've got some mice in your pockets, the best way you can help now is to head home so I can grab a meal.> Literally. In his talons.

"Okay." He definitely wasn't going to overstay his welcome; if Tobias wanted him gone, he'd leave. "Take care of yourself," he added, starting back towards his motorcycle.