[ Shinjiro's spent enough weeks in the dorms by now that the idea of having a room and bed specifically assigned to him no longer weirds him out as much as it used to. Better a bed than a cold bench in the middle of a park somewhere.

It's dark enough and late enough (and the room interiors similar enough) that he doesn't think twice about checking that he is in fact in his own room, skulking his way over to the bed before taking a seat at the edge to slide off first one shoe and then the other. Sighing, he falls backwards, but instead of hitting mattress as he expects, his head hits something soft, something that lets out a garbled noise as he hits it.

Swearing, he jerks back up and twists his head up for a good look. That sure is. Another person in the bed already.

(Spoilers: this isn't his bed and he's not in his room.) ]

[ After the unpleasant of experience of nearly crawling into bed with a complete stranger, Shinjiro quickly learns to check just where he ends up every time he passes through a doorway. Sometimes it's a benign location, and sometimes - like today - it's a room filled with gross puddles of ooze that just won't leave him alone.

Ugh. ]

—Get—off!

[ Naturally, the slimes do nothing of the sort, and the one already on his arm slithers even further up until it sits atop his head like some sort of ugly pink hat, whereupon it burps one happy tiny flame.

The one by his leg doesn't fare quite so well: a forceful kick sends it flying through the air to land—well, probably on you if you don't duck out of the way. ]

[ In the simulation room (entered of his own free will this time), Shinjiro spends the majority of his time hunched into his coat as much as possible, teeth grit tight as though that one simple action will ward away the chill. (It doesn't.)

Some voice drones on in the background about the optimal way to shape blocks of ice so that they block out as much of the wind as possible but he doesn't pay it much mind, far more interested whatever it is they're going to have to face soon. Seems pretty futile to him, a bunch of random people pulled from all over, facing things that probably have more power in their pinky fingers than any of them have as a whole. Instantaneous death via some intergalatic storm probably would have been better.

The sudden clink clink of instruments tapping against ice pulls him out of his thought. He blinks, and realizes he has absolutely no idea what he's missed. That person over there appears to be studiously chipping at their ice block, maybe they'll know.

He lumbers over with the intent to ask, completely unaware that at some point between now and five minutes ago, he's somehow gained the appearance of a giant yeti. Thanks, simulation room. ]

[ ooc: Whatever suits your fancy! No Linkedin for him because he'd probably just ignore it unless you spammed his phone or something. Feel free to spam his phone. ]