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Who: Hiccup, Toothless and Ian
What: Roomies
Where: Hiccup and Ian's room
When: After Hiccup's intro post
Warnings/Notes: None, will edit if that changes.

Hiccup, after doing his intro post, had finally gotten down to assembling his furniture. It's a little difficult, though not because of any confusion regarding the instructions. Rather, it's because of the dragon that insists on "helping".

"Yeah, no. None of this wood is exactly what I'd call sturdy, bud," Hiccup says when Toothless looks like he's about to pick up a piece of particle board. "Pretty sure you'll break it if you put it in your mouth."

"Norse construction my nonexistent left foot," the Viking mutters as the screws a part in place.

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[ Ian is returning to the room from dinner and enters only to find Hiccup and...a huge creature that reminds him both of the dinosaurs at the park, and the monster he'd just fought off with Dan the night before. He starts, letting out a small cry, and backs a bit out of the doorway. ]

Ah, hel.

[Hiccup gets to his feet while Toothless perks up from where he himself is sitting. Beyond that the dragon thankfully doesn't react too much. Ian's scent is all over the room, so there's not much reason for Toothless to be territorial.]

So, uh, hi? I'm guessing you're my roommate, right? I'd ask you not to freak out but you just came back to find your room occupied by a fairly large dragon, so I'm guessing that's not happening, is it?

A dragon?

[ He looks at the creature on the floor. ]

Not a, not a dinosaur?

[ Once again, chaos theory tells him dragons are a possibility, in some universe somewhere. He just never expected to be face-to-face with one. ]

Not a dinosaur. I mean, theoretically they might be related to dinosaurs? Not something I've ever really checked, though. I'm a Viking, the only reason I even know what dinosaurs are is a pretty long story.

His name is Toothless, he's friendly, and he eats fish.

[Toothless directs a questioning growl at Hiccup, who sighs and shakes his head.]

No, I don't have any fresh ones on me.

[The questioning growl is directed at Ian instead.]

He doesn't have any either. Knock that off.

I'm Hiccup, by the way. Chief Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third, actually, but we can just stick with Hiccup.

Toothless, huh?

[ He's a little calmer now, but he still makes his way around the edge of the room instead of walking through the middle as he goes to his bunk. He sits down. ]

I'm Ian. Ian Malcolm. You can call me Ian, that's fine.

What are you building?

[Toothless watches Ian edge around the room for a bit, before rolling his eyes and laying down.]

Yeah, He does have teeth, they're just retractable. Sort of like cat claws.

And this would be a bed. Made out some of the flimsiest wood I have ever seen. Which means somebody around here is very definitely not allowed to climb on top of it.

[This gets a very affronted look from Toothless and a noise that sounds an awful lot like "Who me?"]

Yes you. I'd like to have an intact bed, thank you very much.

So, Ian, what do you do when you're not stuck here? And how much of it involved being attacked by dinosaurs?

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[ Ian's surprised. The dragon appears to be sapient and able to imitate human language. That's fascinating. ]

I'm a mathematician, specialized in chaos theory. I was brought in as a consultant for a dinosaur park, and I was attacked by a carnivorous dinosaur there. So, really, only about five one hundredths of my lifetime was spent that way. That was certainly enough, though.

[ The powers of mathematical calculation the Stuff seems to have given him means he knows the exact figure right off the bat. Sometimes that's annoying. ]

[Hiccup looks up from his work with a bewildered expression.]

Why was a mathematician brought in as a consultant on a dinosaur park? No offense.

[It just didn't seem like most useful skillset in that particular situation.]

I'm a chaotician—I specialize in the unpredictable and aberrant. They brought me in for my insights on, ah, what might happen in the park in regard to their failsafes, et cetera. My insight was that things were going to go bad; it, uh, happened much more quickly than I even realized when I predicted this.

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