Golem´s apartment

[Golem]

Elias had followed Phoebe´s advice and a few days after they had met in the café he had arranged everything for his move into a flat in the block, Phoebe had told him about. It was a rather small flat; 2 rooms, a kitchen and bathroom, mostly furnished, but big enough for him. He had not brought much apart from the ragged travelling bag he had carried around with him. Things would pile in the rooms as time passed he was sure. With a kick of his foot, he stowed the now empty bag under his bag and had a look around. Things looked nice and would soon look liveable.

He had bought a cork wall in some random hardware store in the city earlier and after he had fixed it on the wall, Elias spent some time pinning a huge, partly worn looking assembly of post cards to it. He had made it a habit to buy those whenever he got some place new, it was a little weird hobby of his, like his own atlas, mirroring the one he always carried around with him in his head.

Later, he went into the small kitchen to cook some coffee. Taking the cup and walking over to the window, he looked out. Things still looked like a strange world to him, but he was getting more and more eager to explore it.
When the evening came, he left the apartment to mingle with some crowds.

[Golem]

*****

(Taking part after staff talk)

After the conversation he had had with Odin in the office, Elias had quickly wrapped up the rest of today´s work before taking his bike home. Entering his apartment he flung his keys onto the counter and casually flung his jacket across an empty chair. Running his hands through his hair as he walked into the living room he wondered whether or not to hit the road tonight, getting out to some clubs, just randomly meeting some people, seeing who he met along the way. He liked that sort of thing at times.

He decided to put off that decision for later though and instead searched his jeans pockets for
the slip of paper that Odin had given him and that had the girl´s phone number on it. Rogue.
He grabbed for his phone and dialed the number, heading into the kitchen while waiting for her to answer the line.

[Rogue]

Rogue's cell phone rang right while she was in the middle of editing photos she'd taken for a spread she wanted to submit to the magazine. She picked it up absently. "What?," she said, something she'd heard Logan do and therefore unconsciously copied.

[Golem]

There was a female voice on the other end, but no name and Elias checked the small slip of paper in his hand. "Hi." I said "Am I talking to Rogue?"

[Rogue]

"Who's askin'?" she replied, frowning. She didn't give her number out to random people.

[Golem]

Something told him that he had dialed the right number, just as well as it told him that the girl on the other thing was sceptical.
"I´m Elias Buchanan," he explained. "I´m workin´ for X Factor. My friend Odin told me you´re interested in working for us and gave me your number."

[Rogue]

"Oh." She moved to grab a pen in case she had to write anything down. "Yeah, that's the general idea of it. Ah didn't know he was having anyone call."

[Golem]

"That was my idea." Elias said while reaching the fridge and opening it, having a look inside and deciding that the thing desperately needed a refill. "I´m heading down to Arkansas for some research on a story and ... hey, well I don´t know what things look like with your school schedule and everything, but if you´re interested in getting a first idea, I´d take you along so you can take care of the photos. We could leave Friday morning, I´d have you back before Monday morning."

[Rogue]

Her eyebrows rose. Arkansas was...well, perilously close to her neck of the woods. "What kinda story?" she asked.

[Golem]

He took out a bottle of water and closed the fridge again. "There´s a young guy down in Arkansas who´s running for mayor. He´s one of us, a mutant and I´d guess that´d be an interesting story, you know, get his opinion on things, see what the townsfolk thinks and stuff like that."

[Rogue]

She thought it over. It sounded like routine stuff. "Ah'm not needed elsewhere, so it'd work."

[Golem]

Golem put a hand in his pocket while leaning against the wall. "Cool." he said. "I´ve been to the mansion before, I could pick you up if you don´t mind going by bike."

[Rogue]

"Bike?" she asked. "Um...we're talking the motorized kind, not the kind ya pedal, right?" Bikes made her nervous for more then one reason. Riding as a passenger meant you had to hang on to something, usually the person in front of you. As long as she was wearing gloves, she was OK for a while. But the driver should at least know what he was hauling behind him.

[Golem]

Golem gave a light chuckle. "Motorized of course." she said. "We could be takin´ the train too, cause I don´t have a car, but you don´t need to worry. I have an extra helmet and I´ve covered quite some road on a bike, it´s a trusty old thing."

[Rogue]

"Um..." Now it was awkward. "That passenger seat got handles?"