>> Adam: FUCKING DO SOMETHING

[Roger Smith]

It really felt like it had been a long ass time since he'd done much of anything. Really, it was staggering the amount of things that he had not been doing. Just kind of...lazing around. For what really felt like months. Staring. At a whole lot of nothing. 

The recent messages -- or they felt recent, anyway -- from his mysterious, extremely unwanted benefactor, had certainly managed to rouse him from his mire of depressed self-hatred. But it had instilled something even worse in its place: the strong, overwhelming desire to do absolutely fucking nothing as long as possible. The more nothing he did, the longer he could stay calm and idle, and the longer he could stay safe and content.

....the only problem with all that, though, was that safe and content was fucking boring as shit.

"Yeah, I think I'm done with this..." Adam grumbled to himself, from where he lay face-down on his bed. "I just...I just gotta go. Somewhere. Do something. Fuckin' hell."

"I am very much glad to hear that you have decided to do as much, Adam."

The sudden voice that spoke up from across the room literally made the red clad timelad jump out of bed and nearly collide with the ceiling. He stared across the room, his eyesight bleary and unfocused, both from his long stupor and sleep, and his lack of glasses. "Who the fuck...?"

A faint snap which Adam recognized quite clearly as a book being closed abruptly, and then several quick, short strides across the room, and then his glasses were all but hurled into his face. "Really now. Hardly any way to act. Almost makes you seem like a coward."

His glasses went on, and the room came into focus. And standing there, a large book tucked under one arm and the same enigmatic, eerie half-smile as ever on his face, stood the Space player. What was his damn name? Erik or something? Something like that. "Jeeze. How'd you even get in here without me noticing, man?" Adam slowly floated back down to sit on the edge of his bed, looking very frazzled and already regretting his decision to move today.

"It was not difficult," Erik mused, strolling back across the room to take a seat in the chair that he had apparently omnilium'd into existence. "You were rather alarmingly inattentive. I feared I might have to actually accost you to get you up and about again." The book in his hands was laid aside and he steepled his fingers, leaning back in his chair. "...I suppose I still might, if you insist on taking very much longer on getting a move-on."

Adam just stared at him. ".....what. In the fuck. Are you talking about."

Erik just waved a hand at nothing and everything. "You're being dreadfully dull and uninteresting, Adam. Have to do something to keep the interest up, you know."

"Ease off the fourth wall there," Adam mumbled darkly.

"And so it falls to me to be the current deus ex machina to get you back on your feet and moving with your usual amusing antics." Erik clapped his hands once, and his eerie smile grew just a little wider, more genuine. And even more creepy. "Now then. Shall I have to resort to physical means to get you out of this house and back to your aimless wandering and shenanigan-finding?"

Adam was on his feet after only a few seconds of thought. "I think I just felt my life flash before my eyes when you said that." He held up a hand to forestall the inevitable comeback on that one. "Yes. Felt. I didn't see it. I felt it. Seeing it would imply I had enough time to process the ocular input for my brain to flip it back from upside down to rightside up and let me know I was actually seeing things. Feeling is a lot more instinctive and hard to miss."

"I'm not entirely certain that's how it works..." Erik just shrugged with clear amusement. "But you are free to think how you wish."

"So, yeah. I'm just gonna go now." The very grumpy little timelad shuffled across the room and out the door. He busied himself with finding his various implements of wandering — chief among which was his god tier hoodie, he couldn't go anywhere without that bloody fucking windsock — and came to a halt at the front door of his humble abode. ".....I just now realize I have no idea where to even go."

A sudden hand clamping down on his shoulder made Adam jump, and Erik's looming form over him didn't make it any better. "Who said you have to 'go' anywhere? Just aimlessly wander around, like you did when you arrived here." And then the door opened, rather on its own by the looks of it, and Adam was given a 'gentle' shove through it. "Off with you now. I'll look after your home while you're away."

The former time god spun about to make some smart comment to that, but was met only with a door closing sharply in his face. "......shit."

[Roger Smith]

Fore an entire thirty-seven seconds, Adam stared at the closed door as if it were the source of every difficulty in his life. Behind the sheen of daylight glinting off of his glasses, there was only the dull, faintly simmering rage and discontent he always carried with him. But really, he couldn't even bring himself to be mad at this particular instant in time. "You are blameless in this, front door." He placed a hand gently on the door, and just...just patted it lightly. "You will be spared from my ranting and raving for now."

And he turned around, just gazing around blankly. "Right, so...go somewhere. But don't go anywhere. God damn it this is stupid."

He was off, back at his old game, hovering just a few inches above the ground as he went on his way to the wonderful nowhere he had in mind. Constantly mumbling and griping to himself under his breath, he got more than a few curious and odd looks as he went, making for the gates of the city with no great rush to his going.

He almost missed it entirely when he passed back out into the forest of the tangled green, only pausing to give a silent, general 'fuck you' to the entire jungle-forest-mass of trees and try to remember which way it was to the damn gate back to the delightful little nondescript hub of this place.

[Roger Smith]

"Who even needs this many trees?"

Out of mild frustration, Adam punched one of the trees as he passed them. He immediately regretted this decision. "One day soon I will have my revenge against you foliated fiends. And you will rue the day..." he devolved into incoherent rambling about plant-related threats, continuing on his aimless, meandering and circuitous route back toward the gate to the nexus.

Several hours of directionless wandering later he had reached a distinct conclusion. "I really, really fucking hate all these trees. And I am also really, really lost."

See, Adam, this is why they never let you hold the map.

"Shut up, mysterious disembodied voice!" the angry little timelad grumped, rubbing at his temples. "I don't need any sass from disembodied echoey voices inside my own head right now. I just need to focus. I've already been this way a few times now. I should know the way. Augh."

'Should' being the operative word here, I think. It really was just a straight shot. Good job messing that up.

"I swear to god, if you weren't in my head I would punch you."

But I am. So you can't. NYEH.

"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK." Adam applied his face to the nearest tree with a sharp, resounding crack. And the annoying little disembodied voice in his head went silent. As did everything else in the vicinity as a loud ringing sound overwrote Major Disgruntlement's ability to hear anything else.

He slowly sank down to lie against the ground, face still more or less against the tree. "....I've made a huge mistake. This was but one of many, but this one stands out." Slowly the ringing faded from his fears, and left only an intense, persistent ache in his head as he dragged himself gate-ward. This was already turning out to be a shitty idea.

He really would have to remember to gift his benefactor a particularly large 'fuck you' flavored gift basket.