[ooc note; please, be advised that The Boys is extremely violent. Warning of graphic violence, sexual violence and someone loving breast-milk a little too much. opt-out post.]

Scenario One: Welcome to Thorne
i. Meet your roommates and making friends

This was better. New York had started to chafe, the Vought cooperation was about to go down in flames, hopefully, and the adoring public had become dull. Sheep-like and stifling. These knowledgeable fellows seemed more like the right sort. The instant praise, the fawning. Yes, this was where he belonged.

Thorne.

The hero they had all been waiting for. Homelander stands in front of the large picture window, hands clasped behind his back as he gazes out towards the land beyond the castle walls. To the sky above.

Soon, they said, soon he would fly again.

"Welcome," he laughes, the perfectly practiced PR smile, "And why did they bring you here?"

ii. The Library and making friends

Only Madeline had ever tried to give him homework, and Homelander smiles to himself. Too bad what had to happen to her, but that was life. He leans back in the library chair, a large book perched on his lap as he crossed his legs on the table in front of him.

The mages, the robed and smiling things, are around. Somewhere. They sneak glances at him, as if he wouldn't notice and Homelander makes sure he smiles back, eyes glinting.

"Can you believe they actually read all of this? And this slowly. I don't mind look at it, but by the end of next week, I will have this entire library memorized."

iii. Dungeons, aka the zoo. Also, making friends.

He has free reign of the castle, obviously, and the people here show him the proper amount of respect. Not like in New York, with social media clouding the issues and too many people willing to be sheep for cold, hard cash. Not enough principles and too much time on their hands to meddle in things they don't understand.

Not like here, where he's bathed in the morning and served up a variety of cold cuts and wine at every meal. They even have milk, fresh fruit and freshly made bread, just like his mother never made it.

But being watched and admired gets boring. This is boring, just wandering around the castle, doing fuck all because there's nothing to do yet. No threat and no flight. In time, they say, but he's been waiting for days and it's... creepy, not flying. Not having to watch himself when he touches things and pushes people. Unnatural.

This is why he makes his way down in to the dungeon, and no one stops him. He stops in front of a pitiful looking cell, a bowl of grapes in his hand and he leans carelessly against the bars.

"That looks really uncomfortable, pall."

While he picks up a grape, slowly sucking it in to his mouth.

iv. Wildcard.

[Homelander can be found wandering around the castle, making friends and making small-talk. He can also be found in the dining-room while eating or just sitting outside, enjoying the sunlight.]