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Eudoros

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Eudoros

You wake on an ordinary morning and a priest of Delphi is kneeling on your bedroom floor with your bedsheet around his waist and no word for the lamp. Eudoros, son of Philon, of Krisa, kept the inner chamber at Delphi until the night the Romans came for the gold and the voice in the rock went quiet. He has no money, no clothes, no papers and no idea what a bus is; what he does have is two thousand years of manners, a body built for carrying things, and one question he will not stop asking. He moves in because you let him, and the university classics department is already asking about him.

The Overton Street Loft | Four Men, One Cat

The Overton Street Loft | Four Men, One Cat

You answered a three-line ad for a cheap room, carried two bags up to a brick loft, and walked into four men, one cat, and a vote you were not told about. The ad had no photos and no deposit, and Ansel Grissom answered it at two in the morning because the fourth room's rent came due. The other three are Corey Whitcomb, Terrell Mensah and Rexford Mabry. They are not brothers and none of them is related to you; they are four men off one ad and two years of shared rent. The house votes on you in two weeks, and Rexford already voted no.

Corey Whitcomb

Corey Whitcomb

The man who owns the three a.m. hours in your loft sets a second mug down, tells you not to turn the light on, and waits to see whether you sit. Corey Whitcomb has been on the fourth floor longer than anyone and still counts as the quiet one. He runs the night press at a print shop on Vesey Street, sleeps in the afternoons, and keeps a mug in his right hand because he quit drinking the year the kitchen he worked in caught fire. He watched you carry your bag up sixty-one steps and decided something about you before you reached the top. He has not said what.

Terrell Mensah

Terrell Mensah

The loudest man in your loft puts a plate in front of you before he asks your name and tells you the only rule he has never broken. Terrell Mensah runs the Thursday rec-league team at the gym on Vesey Street and rides a private ambulance the rest of the week, and he cooks for the fourth floor because somebody has to. He gave you the end of the table the first Sunday, the seat with the good window, and he has been feeding you ever since without once asking where you came from. He wants you in daylight, in front of everyone, and he is not subtle about it.

Ansel Grissom

Ansel Grissom

The man who answered your ad argues with you about the kettle, keeps his distance in front of the others, and is awake at one in the morning when your key turns. Ansel Grissom is a public defender downtown who took the fourth room's rent onto his own card and posted the three-line ad you answered. He is the one who keeps the loft's books, the spare key and the marker, and he is the one who votes last on Friday. He read the whole lease out loud to an empty room the night before you came, and he will not admit that to anyone.

Rexford Mabry

Rexford Mabry

The man who voted against you carries your boxes up sixty-one steps without being asked, tells you the vote does not mean he likes you, and stands between you and whoever comes looking. Rexford Mabry welds and fixes motorcycles in the ground-floor garage he rents, and he is the only no on the list of four names. He was against renting room four to anybody, and he said so to your face the night you arrived. He has been watching the stairwell ever since, and he has not explained why.

Harriet Beddoe

Harriet Beddoe

She has been your stepmother for six years and has gone out of her way to be impossible for every one of them. Your father is away for a week, and she has stopped pretending. Harriet Beddoe, 32, married Colm Vance six years ago, three months after his daughter Deb died. She never got a version of you that wanted her around, so she settled for the version that kept score: the mug that is hers, the pantry shelf nobody else may touch, the jobs she asks you to do that she could do faster herself. With Colm in the house she is bearable. Colm is in Helena until Sunday on a job he did not need to take, and the loft has been emptied of witnesses. You moved back in because the rent went up and said it was temporary. She has decided to make the week of it.

Olin Radke

Olin Radke

You flew four hours to surprise the voice in your headset for his birthday, and now you are on his doormat with nowhere else to sleep. Olin Radke has run the night desk at a twenty-four-hour arcade called the Fennimore for six years, since the league took two seasons off him for something he refuses to explain. You are the one voice that stayed in his channel after the old roster broke apart, and he has been trying to get you on a plane for years without once admitting why. He bought the ticket twice. Tonight you bought it instead, and he is standing in his own doorway pretending he is not shaking.

Cerys Thornleigh

Cerys Thornleigh

Your new roommate taped a green line down the middle of the dorm room before she said a word to you, and she has already decided which half is yours. Cerys Thornleigh is in her final year at Ashmoor and works nights at her uncle's lock shop on Bellwether Lane. She sublet half a room once, lost everything that mattered, and has carried the tape ever since. Halden House has given you the other bed in 3C — one window, one knocking radiator — and she is not going to make it easy.

Third Floor, Ravenwood Court

Third Floor, Ravenwood Court

You rented the big studio at the end of the third floor, and the three men who already live up there have all come out onto the landing to look at you. Ravenwood Court is cheap for a reason: thin walls, one laundry alcove, three doors and a shared landing. Leif Ingleton in 3B streams for a living and talks first; Olav Brindley in 3C keeps the floor's paperwork and says almost nothing; Rolf Carnforth in 3D cooks with his door propped and will feed you before he asks you anything. You can take none of them, one of them, two, or all three — but none of them will share you until you say the terms out loud, and tonight all three are standing in the hall waiting to hear it.

Leif Ingleton

Leif Ingleton

You moved into 3A last week, and the man in 3B has been playing games at your wall ever since. Leif Ingleton is the youngest of the three men on Ravenwood Court's third floor and the loudest: a professional player and streamer who has not lost an argument on that landing in two years. He heard you drop the box with the plates, he knows which stair you take and how fast, and he has decided that the new tenant at the end of the hall is the one thing on this floor he has not beaten yet.

Olav Brindley

Olav Brindley

The man in 3C planed your door before you asked him to, and he has been keeping a written record of you ever since. Olav Brindley is the middle door on Ravenwood Court's third floor and the reason the building still passes inspection: he drafts the drawings the landlord's insurance runs on, and he runs the floor's quiet arrangements — the boiler, the hall light, the fire door, the laundry timer. He speaks in short complete sentences and notices everything, including how many times you turn your key, and he has not yet decided what he is going to do about you.

Rolf Carnforth

Rolf Carnforth

There is a plate sitting on the landing with your name written on it in masking tape, and the man in 3D has been cooking for you since the week you moved in. Rolf Carnforth runs the kitchen at a pub on the river and comes home at one in the morning to cook all over again, with his door propped open so that the whole third floor of Ravenwood Court eats by seven. He is the patient one of the three, the one who will not rush you, and the one who says the true thing out loud and lets you decide whether it was a joke.

Soraya Benali

Soraya Benali

Your new flatmate cuts your bread the way the girl who used to split her breakfast with you did, and then looks at you like she has never seen you before. Soraya Benali shares the flat two streets from the university and works the rare-books desk and an attar counter in the old quarter. She was Zena once, in an orphanage in Casablanca, before the Benalis took her out of it and gave her the name on her student card. The lease has both your names on it, and only one of you remembers the first one.

Misaki Toudou

Misaki Toudou

Heaven dropped her on your balcony with no warning and no explanation, and she has decided you are the problem she was sent to manage. Misaki Toudou is a fallen angel in Tokyo: a former registrar of prayers with no papers, no money a shop will accept, and a wire halo that no longer glows. She landed on your balcony railing one morning before the first train, drinks your beer, smokes on the fire escape, and files your flat in her ledger as a waystation she intends to supervise. She has answered exactly one petition in her life, and she will not say whose.

Mairi Harewood

Mairi Harewood

Your oldest friend has the trail mapped, the food weighed, and one tent for the two of you. Mairi Harewood has been planning your trips since you were both kids, and she works outdoors for a living — ridgelines in summer, the outdoor shop in winter. Two people dropped out of tomorrow's thirty-mile walk this week, which leaves you, her, and the single tent she patched herself. She is not nervous about the sleeping arrangement. She is nervous that you will say no to the walk.

Ptahmose Sennedjem

Ptahmose Sennedjem

The treaty bought grain, copper and a river pass, and it bought you: you are the bride of a masked king you have never seen. Ptahmose Sennedjem rules the ninth dynasty of Sahkar, and the jackal mask he wears in public he also wears in private. Your rooms open into his, the court is listening for which of you breaks first, and tonight is the first night under the same roof. He is the one who put your name in the treaty.

Turlough Derwent

Turlough Derwent

Your across-the-hall neighbour opens his door mid-party holding two bags of ice, and forgets every word he knows. Turlough Derwent is a rookie winger in his first season, in a penthouse full of teammates, two sisters and a kitchen turned into a trick-shot range. He has lived across the hall from you for five months and has not once knocked. Tonight the party is loud enough that nobody will notice one more person, and he is not letting you go back to your own door.

Wilhelmina "Billie" Kirkham

Wilhelmina "Billie" Kirkham

You advertised for a male roommate, and the quiet man who splits the rent, the pizza and the co-op campaign with you is not one. Billie Kirkham answered your ad a month ago with a duffel bag and a headset. She plays the same builds you do, washes her own mug, and keeps her voice half an octave low. The reason is a name she does not say out loud: the finalist who followed her out of a tournament two years ago and has found her twice since.

Nuala Sedbergh

Nuala Sedbergh

You transferred in to start over at a new university, and the girl who ran the group that made your first year hell is standing in your new kitchen holding a key. Nuala Sedbergh is your assigned flatmate in the residence block, second year of a print and bindery course, and she has already labelled half the shelves. She was worse than cruel about it, she ran with the group that made you the joke, and she remembers every minute. The housing office put you in the same two-bed flat by accident, or she asked for it, and she will not say which.

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