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Fifth Flight. [video.]

[Hiccup is awoken by the sensation of a beak through his hair. He blearily sits up, staring at the Noctowl in a long moment of incomprehension before speaking.]

Laila...? Mnwhat are you doing here?

[Maybe this was a wake-up call from Ziva. The viking drags himself up, tugging the thick, fur-trimmed boots on before plodding down the hall to the woman's room. Which was empty.]

That's strange...

[He heads back to his own room to call her on the gear, but finds that that doesn't exactly work. At all. Hiccup sinks onto the bed, hand settling against Laila's cheek as she hoots low and nuzzles closer.]

...Guess I'm on my own.

[When Hiccup starts the feed up, the Noctowl is still hanging around him. Only now, her chin is resting on top of the boy's head.]

Ziva David has gone home, too. I have Laila, but I haven't been able to find the rest of her team at all... I hope they're alright.

[He takes a deep breath. Time for more stepping out of his comfort zone.]

So what's a good job for a kid who's not so great with this modern technology stuff?

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Well, there are plenty of jobs you can't go wrong with in that regard. Waiter, for example.

Hmn... What does a waiter do?

[One might think that he's kidding, but by the blank look on his face, he's very clearly not.]

[Wow, what kind of place did this kid come from?]

Well. A waiter...works at a restaurant and serves tables.

[A place with ice and dragons. That's it.]

Oh, them.

[Yeah, there were a few waiters that probably didn't like him, thanks to Toothless's eating habits while he'd been there.]

What if I'm kind of known for, uh, being kind of clumsy and useless?

How exactly did you survive this long in this world without a job, anyway?

[...Good question.]

I woke up in Goldenrod after that weird weekend nobody can remember, which was right around when I got here. And I had...help. Ziva was kind of taking care of me while she was here.

[A freeloader. Oh, dear.]

Goldenrod, eh? You still there?

[H-hey, it's not his fault that he's basically worthless...]

Yeah. But I was thinking of heading out, soon. I'd like to get Fly, eventually.

[But to travel, he needs money, and so here we are.]

Well, there's plenty of employment opportunities in Goldenrod! Have you been to the department store?

That's...the really big building, right?

The one with the sign in front that reads "GOLDENROD DEPARTMENT STORE?" Yeah, sounds about right.

Sort of, then. I only went up one floor.

[He likes heights and everything, but city buildings are weird.]

Well, you might try looking in there for employment. I'd imagine a building of that size is always hiring.

Huh, that makes sense.

[Hiccup nods after a moment.]

Alright. I'll ask around there for a job tomorrow.

Oh. [ sad face. he liked that nice lady. ] That's really unfortunate, the thing about Ziva not being here.

[Hiccup liked that nice lady, too. =c]

Mmn... So you knew her then, too?

I did a little bit. She said some nice things to me.

Yeah. She did that.

[He takes a deep breath, then offers Tavros a tiny smile.]

Hi, I'm Hiccup. Ziva was taking care of me, sort of.

Hey, uhh, Hiccup. I'm Tavros.

[ he smiles weakly, too. ]

Was... Ziva your parent-lusus-thing?

[Lusus...?]

No, she wasn't my parent--or even from my world. But she took care of my friend when I wasn't here and he was getting used to being human.

Oh, I see. That kind of sounds like the sort of nice thing that she would do, being a nice person, and all.

[He nods.]

It does, doesn't it.

So, uh, what's that...what was the word? Lusus?

A lusus, uhh... well, okay, it's sort of hard to explain to individuals who don't really already know, I guess, but mostly what it's like is, um. It's like what human parents are, but only for trolls? Basically, if what my understanding of parents are used for is correct.

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Trolls? Are you a troll?

[He's changed from simply inquisitive to downright interested. He had spent many days going off to look for trolls, after all.]

Is it true that you steal left socks?

[ that seems to be the general reaction he's been getting, much to his confusion. a blink, then he shakes his head. ]

No, why would you think that?

Oh... [He's very clearly disappointed by this.] Back home, there was someone who would tell me that. Dad didn't believe in trolls, but Gobber did.

I guess there might be some trolls of a mischievous nature that would consider, uhh, stealing things such as socks and things like that...

[ headtilt; yeah he can think of at least three that might ]

Generally speaking, though, it's not really a quality that most trolls would have as a thing, I guess.

[What if they were fuzzy socks. Would more trolls steal them then?]

I see... I wonder why that became a myth-thing, then. You know, that some people think.

_{[Ziva? ... The name isn't overly familiar to Heather, but... well, later she'd figure out it was the woman who took her sharply to task for the little... egg-smashy incident. And she'd feel guilty about it. But what ELSE is new?]}

Sorry you lost another one...

_{[Poor guy. Heather can imagine all too clearly how she'd feel if her father and Henry were to disappear, and... well. She didn't like to think about it.]}

In terms of tech-low jobs, uh... well, you don't have to know much to be able to serve people at diners and restaurants...

_{[Someone already suggested that, Heather...]}

[Hiccup only nods because... Really, what else could he do?]

...Yeah.

[And then oh goodie, a distraction from being a pseudo-orphan.]

Someone else said that, but I'm guessing it's not good for business for waiters to trip and end up tossing food in people's faces. Or mysteriously set things on fire.

[It's a big problem.]

Oooh. Not the graceful type, huh.

_{[She pauses, rubbing the back of her neck.]}

Well, there's always Center jobs... I mean, they do use comp-- ... various techy things there, but I'm sure if you explained to the nurses that you're not good at that sort of thing, they'd let you work with the Pokemon more instead.

They're usually pretty nice.

Oh no, I'm plenty graceful. Sign me up for dance classes.

[The sarcasm is pretty halfhearted.]

Working with pokemon wouldn't be so bad, I think... I check things out there after the department store, then decide which I prefer. Or which would cause less destruction.

_{[--oh. Uh oh. SHIT.]

[Quite suddenly, her expression had become alarmed.]}

Oh god-- DON'T work at the Goldenrod Department store.

At least not unless you can work somewhere other than the third and fourth floor.

The supervisor there will eat you alive.

[And suddenly Heather what is wrong with you.]

Uh... O-kay, then?

[Guess he'll be checking out the Center, first. You're not helping at all with his aversion of tall buildings, with that comment.]

No, seriously.

She's like-- I don't know if Vikings believe in aliens, but she is one.

I worked there last year and like-- just trust me, okay?

Go for the Center.

Might try working in one of the shops. Probably don't take much more than learning which buttons to press.

[Pretty much every job back home involves modern tech in SOME way, and Mickey has a hard time believing it's any different here, where the technology seems even more advanced...]

And sorry to hear about your friend. ...Unless it's a good thing she's home.

[He wouldn't mind waking up back home, himself.]

Okay... [Looks like he's adding that to a to-do list.] I'll take a look around the shops tomorrow.

[Hiccup pauses, then looks up with a small frown.]

...I don't really know what it's like for her back home. When her friends went home, she was really worried about one of them.

[Ziva hadn't been one to really share on the subject.]

...Oh.

[Not entirely sure what to say to that.]

I'm... sure she's fine?

[Not at all awkward.]

[Hiccup nods, but it's more to himself than anything.]

...She can handle herself.

[ZIVA WAS TOUGH ENOUGH TO BE A VIKING, OKAY.]

Yeah. I mean. If she could handle herself here, then back home she'd be even more prepared, right?

[Stop talking Mickey, this kind of thing does not end well for you.]

...So when are you from? If you don't mind my asking.

[Because any subject is better than the current one, at this point.]

[Basically.]

The past, I guess. That's what people tell me.

[Wow, Hiccup. So helpful.]

...I'm a viking.

...Yeah, pretty far in the past then.

[Well, probably. He wouldn't be TOO surprised if there was a Planet Of The Vikings somewhere.]

...or the rest of us are from the future. Dunno 'when' this place is, relative to home...

I wonder why it's all so complicated.

...Or why this place needs so many people with different backgrounds.

Complicated is a bunch of doors leading from one place to different times. This place just seems kind of weird.

...You think there's something actually controlling this?

...Why would doors do that?

[Hiccup gives Mickey a quizzical look before shrugging.]

A lot of people seem to think so. I don't see why not.

If I remember right, it was cause of a bunch of long words that just meant "advanced science stuff".

[Science-stuff controlled by slightly psychotic clockwork robots.]

I dunno, what would anyone get out of this?

[Oh, science. ...Hiccup didn't really know that much about science.]

Nothing I could think of... But maybe it's entertaining to see us all run around confused?

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