dear world: i'm pleased to meet you (open)

[tortileghostwriter]

Characters: David and YOU!
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: starting with action, but I'll match you
Summary: After putting up that initial network post, David heads for the cafeteria.
Warnings: Purple douchebags, cursing.

[Ugh, what the fuck is this. He prods at the oatmeal in front of him with his fork. PERHAPS THIS WILL GO AWAY IF I GLARE AT IT HARD ENOUGH.

Behind him, his shadow keeps moving. There's a pen and notebook in front of him, and he seems to be alternating between jotting ideas down and scratching them out.]

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[childhero]

[Link is finishing up his own meal and about to head out when he notices the boy with the moving shadow. Oh, the oatmeal... Link tilts his head in consideration, then decides to approach.]

Hello. [It's best to be polite. He'll explain about the oatmeal if the boy seems willing to listen. It wouldn't be a good idea, Link thinks, to walk up and immediately start talking and telling him things. If someone did that to Link, it would overwhelm him, and he doesn't want to do anything like that.]

[tortileghostwriter]

[...oh god, what the hell. Legend of Zelda, seriously? He's going to default to assuming this is a cosplayer of some sort. Not going to bring it up, though.]

...Hello.

[Echo.]

[childhero]

Is this your first day?

[He won't smile, because he knows being here isn't a happy thing, especially after reading that letter, but he can at the very least be friendly.]

[tortileghostwriter]

Yes. I've been told that I have been here before, though I think that I would very well remember something as maddening as this.

[yeah, he's obviously not pleased with the current situation. and...sorry, Link, he's not great at the whole "friendly" thing. just going to keep prodding at the oatmeal.]

And what of you? How long have you been a pawn trapped by the whims of our ever-so-gracious captors?

[childhero]

[It's okay. Link's dealt with worse back home and in Termina. Besides, he has all the reason in the world to be cranky.]

Not quite a month.

[Link is quiet for a moment because he's contemplating what this person first said. Been here before...? That's strange. If he's been here before, and he remembers being in his home last... Does that mean he went home and forgot all about it? So his home is definitely still there... Or, it could just be that he went somewhere else and his memories were just toyed with -- After all, if Link is leaving open the possibility that his memories have been lost, that means they could've just been tampered with, too. His other self said they were doing experiments here, and sometimes even taking people away, right? So maybe that's what happened...

... Link makes a mental note of this so he can ask other people who have been here longer about it.

He really, really doesn't like this place.]

Oh... And my name is Link. What's yours?

[tortileghostwriter]

[He nods, still prodding at that goddamn oatmeal.]

Yes, of course it is.

[it's worse than he'd feared, the poor kid. he's fallen into this cosplay shit deep.]

David.

[childhero]

[... What was that supposed to mean? Link blinks.]

It's nice to meet you. [a pause] You have to eat it... [He means the oatmeal, of course.] If you don't, they won't let you eat anything else.

[tortileghostwriter]

... Pity, that. I doubt there's any point in asking if it might do to flavor it somehow?

Plunging headlong into the abyss...

[ugh, fine. taking a bite.]

[childhero]

[At that, Link tilts his head. Flavoring oatmeal? With berries or something?] I don't know, I didn't try.

[But there he goes anyway, eating it. That's good, though.]

I didn't think it was that bad. [If it would help.]

[tortileghostwriter]

Bland, unfortunate texture, but...tolerable.

It looks worse than it is. Though, that doesn't say much.

[childhero]

Honey would probably help. [Link nods.] Maybe some berries, too.

[At this, he pauses.] This place... I've heard that it's the opposite. Worse than it looks, I mean.

[tortileghostwriter]

Now there's a thought.

I've gathered as much. And it hardly looks stellar to begin with, now does it?