OOC: I’m assuming Matt gave the NPA a preliminary guest list with all of his friends’ name on it…so, if your not planning to tag along on this, no worries about being mentioned anytime in the next few posts.
IC:
University of Shiro at Tilden - Campus Commercial Sector
Motel 7
“It’s Bardaria. Look, it says so right there on the criminal record.” Wilders stated, motioning towards the peice of paper sitting on the desk in front of him.
Paula shook her head viciously. “And it says Bardovakhan right there on our copy of his passport!” She paused. “He has a criminal record?”
Tom seemed to make the same sudden realization, glancing back at the form he’d been looking over. “Illegal possession of a narcotic and resisting arrest. Extradited to Dovakhan.” Wilders shook his head. “Sheesh. Just who are this kids’ friends?”
“You think that’s bad?” Star asked, reaching over to grab another file. “Did you check this one out? Sha’la…oh, I won’t even try to pronounce that. Seven different arrests for drunken disorderlyness, not to mention the three for indecent exposure!”
“And the one for assaulting a police officer. Not sure how she got that one dropped.”
The two’s conversation was interupted as the phone on Wilders’ desk began to ring. “Hold on a second.” He said to Paula, reaching forward to pick it up. “Hello?” He paused a moment, and then mouthed ‘fark’ to Star. “Why, good morning, Mr. President. I’m just fine, how are you? Well that’s good to hear sir…no, no, everythings fine around here…uhmm-hmmm…yessir, I’ll put you right through if you’ll hold on a second.” Pressing a button on the phone, Wilders set it down.
“Terrus senior?” Star asked.
“Yep, wants to talk to junior. C’mon, we’ll need to go down to the tech room to put him through.” Standing, Wilders walked out of his room, Paula following close behind. Making their way down the hall, the two walked into the hotel suite that had been converted into the command center for Terrus’ protection. “I’ve got…”
“Terrus senior on the line.” The senior technician stated, nodding. “Want me to put him through?”
“Yea, go for it.” Wilders stated, glad to know he wouldn’t have to be the one to wake junior, or deal with senior, who had sounded…quite agitated.
University of Shiro at Tilden
Beachside Dorm - Room 412
If there was one thing that Matthew Terrus had in common with his dormmates, it was his propensity for staying up late. Nearly every day, he was up to one or two in the morning, and sleeping until ten or eleven.
Where he differed was in what he did with his nights, for whereas everyone else was out partying, Matt was sitting in the dorms, usually in the commons room, either entertaining the poor souls who couldn’t find themselves a party, or, if there were no such poor souls, playing Starcraft: Installation Turret.
Which was why, when his phone began rining at seven o’clock in the morning, awaking Terrus, the nine year old was nowhere near happy. “What?” He demanded, picking up the phone after it rang through a second time.
“Don’t what me, Matthew Henrik Terrus Junior!” Matt bolted upright in his bed at the sound of his father’s voice, knocking his head into the bunk above him. Groaning, he fell back down on his pillow. “It’s seven AM! Why aren’t you out of bed yet? Don’t you have classes?”
“Um, no, my first class isn’t until 2…”
“Well, I don’t know why that is! I tell you, back when I was in college, all my classes were at 8 AM…” Matt zoned out a little as his father launched into his regular ‘walked two miles in the snow’ story of college. After several minutes, his father finally finished his story, and moved onto the apparent reason for his call. “This Anna…Khaz. How do you know her?”
“Um…she’s a girl about my age, in the same dorm as I am…”
“About your age?” Terrus senior demanded, momentarily interluding from his anger. “That’s weird…regardless, is she that good of a friend?”
“Um…yea. Why?”
“Well, I…does she have to come?”
“What…y…yes, she…why wouldn’t…”
“Hold on…” Matt heard a click as his father put the phone down, talking to someone else apparently in the Blue Office. After a couple minutes, Terrus senior finally came back on. “Look, we’ll need to discuss this later, I can’t stay for long.”
“But…why don’t you want Anna to come?” Matt asked.
“It’s…a long story. Look, I’ll talk to you later, alright? Bye, love you.” Before Matt could respond, there was a click on the other end of the line.
Sighing, Matt hund up, rolling himself out of bed as he did so. He felt like crap…but, at the same time, he knew he wasn’t going to be getting back to sleep anytime soon. Standing up in his pokadot PJs, Terrus junior made his way into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and washing his face before slowly dragging himself out of the room, and down the hall to the commons.
Which were, as expected, empty. Walking over to the kitchenette, Matt plugged in the coffee machine, and began stewing up a fresh batch.