[The enrolment process was an interesting one because it was like every other sign up event Thom had ever been to... as in, it was boring. There were long queues and Thom found himself getting tired just standing there surrounded by other people who were going through the exact same process as him. It was just like League tryouts except not as nerve wracking, he was here on a mission after all... and this time he didn't have any secrets to keep.

It instilled in him a sense of calm that was enough for him to turn to the person behind him, a small nervous smile on his features as he gestures to the queue beyond them.] Queues, huh? I've never liked them. [Such an articulate young man, so full of ideas... so revolutionary. He chews a little thoughtfully on his lip, remembering how terrible his idea of small-talk went at the tryouts before throwing caution to the wind and extending a hand in greeting.] I'm Thom, Thom Creed.

[So through no fault of his own, or probably something that he'd inadvertently screwed up. Thom had ended up with a set of defunct keys that, while letting him into the actual building for Gamma, didn't permit him to actually open any of the available rooms in the house. It was a ridiculously stressful thing to have happened and he'd maybe spent too much of his day trying to socialise and network, after all there were some really interesting people in the city. But it did mean that city hall had closed for the night and there was no way of resolving this key problem in Thom's immediate future.

Instead he was sitting on a couch, his head in his hands and more importantly, looking decidedly glum at his own misfortune. But hey, at least he still had a roof over his head even if he had no access to a room. It was better than the time he'd ran away from home and slept on a bus. He could probably do with a consoling word or two, or at least some company.]

[Thom had made a very special discover since his arrival in Cadelle and that was people were very inviting, even the original citizens of the city- those who hadn't made wishes seemed to be very welcoming to the invading forces of this place. It made Thom feel great, the stark contrast of what he'd left behind to where he'd arrived now helping him come out of his shell a little more day by day.

One thing about people being inviting though, is that Thom somehow got invited to a bar... despite not being twenty-one. He expected to be ID'd on his way inside and found himself sorely mistaken... which was the exact moment he came out with the fateful words one beer please and had it set in front of him... it was a revelation. Thom Creed, the superhero, was now officially an adult.

He probably needed some company for this trip, from someone who was a lot more experienced than himself... someone who might inevitably reel him in. Or someone that could just provide a little pleasant company and see how this particular bud blossomed when under the influence of alcohol.]

[Anything else you might want with Thom feel free to throw a prompt at him within any of the locations of Cadelle. Or if the digital world is more your thing hit up his inbox or swipe left on his okCuddle - for any plotting stuff hit me up either at razrushost or Razrushost#8963 on Discord! ]