Training Day

[Ram]

“Nothing permanent yet. I was staying at shelter for a while, but they started asking questions I couldn’t answer.” Like his last name “But it’s only been getting into the sixties lately. And if I can manage to get a job that will help a lot. Plus, there other options. Sleeping during the day and keep moving at night. Napping on a bus. Been thinking of setting up a place over the garden wall if I can’t find a place in the next couple months.” Though the Hedge held its own dangers.

Ram licked up the cream that was melting down the stick and onto his fingers.

[Titania]

"Getting into the sixties?", she asks between licks of her Popsicle, unsure of that the expression meant.
For all his appearances of resourcefulness, Ram's solutions are impractical. Camping was fine and dandy but certainly not for her, personally she hated the deprivation that followed long treks in the wild, but again, guys and their testosterone.
"Really, camping?", she asks excitedly, "I have a green thumb myself"
"You know, you just need to ask, and we can find you a suitable accommodation. You did the stone thing, right?"

[Ram]

“Like sixty degree Fahrenheit?" Was that not what people said nowadays?

“Yeah, uh, you could call it camping…” he said uncertainly. He wasn’t sure if that’s what she thought homelessness was or if it was her way of talking about building a Hollow.

“And I’ve done the stone thing,” though it seemed hit or miss on whether it worked or not “And asked a couple times, but some distraction always seems to come up before I get an answer.” Though some of that was his own fault. “So what sort of accommodations does the business offer its employees?”

[Titania]

"There are some rooms reserved for the staff. Besides, some of might have a spare room or two, either on this side of the world, or the other", she whispers, "nothing too comfortable. But again, you seem to be the spartan type"

[Ram]

“That’d work for me if something is available. Assuming people are willing to let me bunk. Is there some bulletin board I should post to?” He shouldered his backpack as he finished off the melting abomination of sweetness. She was right about him not having that many belongs but he still needed a decent sized chunk of ground to beddown on.

[Titania]

"I'll ask around", she replies serious, "You're incredibly well adjusted for somebody in your situation. Not to be indelicate, but this isn't your first time. No?"

[Ram]

“You know and talk to a lot of homeless veterans for comparison?” he asked with a sideways smile. Was he not insane or maudlin enough for her stereotypical view? Eh, that wasn’t fair. Probably just worried about potential of creeping insanity.

“It’s kind of been the norm since I got back. Enough to get used to it. Not enough to get good at it.” He still didn’t have ID and most of the time he needed Freehold support for jobs or shelter. However, he’d take living in hundred degree weather over Arcadian military camps any day of the week.

[Titania]

"Let me think", she says with a cheeky smile, "No, but I tend to jog with a lot of strange types", she says with a thoughtful pout, "of my last two jogging partners one was a meth addict and a murderer. Another was the victim of such murderer. The third one was a murderer too, ended up dead", she shrugs, "I have lot of experience, you can tell. So, trust me when I say you're well adjusted"

[Ram]

“Well,” he gave a small grunt “by that standard I guess I do have things together.

“Though I may have to skip out on any future jogging given your… track record.” He was only half kidding. The Wyrd caught Changelings up in its stories after all and it sounded like it liked killing off Eleanor’s running companions.

[Titania]

"You're making it sound like I'm sort of black widow. Couldn't be farther from the truth", she says with a stiff upper lip. But she's just feigning outage.
"Dumped before even the first date. What a heartbreaker", she resumes her jog, this time at a quicker pace.
"You Sir, you are a brute"