Not In Siberia Anymore [Intro; Open to everyone at the Institute]

[kid_from_chukotka]

Ilya stood in the lobby of the mansion, attempting not to panic. While his SHIELD handler worked out the final paperwork, she'd benignly told him to stay there. The thing of it was, though, he was pretty sure that an entire apartment complex from home could fit in here. He tried not to fidget as it continued to hit home just how far away from, well, home that he was. The world seemed suddenly much too big, leaving him motionless as he tried to figure out what to do. He looked at his bags and wondered if he should take them up to his room... except he had no idea where his room was. And despite SHIELD having taught him fluent English, the Russian was loathe to call out for help and say something stupid and grammatically incorrect. He didn't want to look like an idiot right after he'd walked through the door.

So the fifteen year old stood there, glancing around awkwardly, silent as a mouse.

Comments

[marvel_boy]

"Basically a lawyer on the side of the state or whatever," Topher said, trying to simplify it as much as possible. His eyes darted towards Ilya's bags.

"Actually, why don't you guys go on ahead? I'm actually not that hungry. Ilya, I'm going to check in with Rachel, see if rooming assignments and all that are over and done with. If they are, I'll have your stuff moved in to your new room, waiting for you whenever you're ready."

[kid_from_chukotka]

"Oh. We had those in Russia, though there weren't many in Siberia due to how few people lived throughout the Russian Far East." He's relieved he gets the concept. Maybe the language barrier won't be as bad as he thought, and people seem willing to explain things to him here. It's not like school was for him before, with people snickering at his every question.

"Thank you. You don't have to do that, you know. I can move my own things." Again, it feels like imposing on perfectly nice people when he can really do it himself. Something about the sweetness here is throwing him off; it's like he just can't function around people who treat him decently. It's a skill he's more than open to learning.

[marvel_boy]

"Nah, go eat. Stress and worry makes people hungry. I've just got some other stuff I need to take care of as well, but there's no sense in you lugging around your stuff all day long." That could get tedious and annoying. "Go forth, eat, drink, and be merry. Just, you know, don't go near Wolverine's beer."