The PC from Coloratura, as a roommate, is… somewhat odd, to be sure. It’s like they have a world perception that is completely alien to mine. But if you leave them to their well-defined space, and don’t interfere much except to share musical experiences, it works.
Shouldn’t let them open the door to anyone, though. The inevitable result is yet another “missing” poster in the neighbourhood. The police haven’t bothered us yet, and they won’t if I keep being careful.
It’s ok, because it’s the roommate who pays for all the expenses. I feel it’s fair.
Dunno where they get the money, but I think it’s an indie music gig thing. They do it all online. I should listen to their music sometime. Actually, no time like the present!
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The above was a post draft that was found on a computer, clearly meant to be posted on IntFiction. The author has since disappeared, his face up on another “missing” poster. His place was empty, save for, for some reason, an overbearing smell of the sea.
Disclaimer: I love this game extraordinarily much but I only played it once and that was many years ago. My memories of the PC may be somewhat off. I intend to replay it, and am relishing the antecipation.
Personally, I once shared a flat with the PC from Aisle. Rather infuriating; thed’d do something, then backtrack and do something completely different. Just getting out the door could be a chore. You had to nudge them along the ideas of opening the door and leaving, while he tried to listen to the door, lock the door, leave through the window, call a locksmith on their phone (with key in hand)… then after every time they’d come back and stand in front of the door again. And they’d start reminiscing out of the blue, which is fine in moderation, but it’s all Rome this, and Pasta that, and I mean, there’s only so much gnocchi a guy can take, ya know?