towerofanimus | This is just all too much (open)

Characters: Shion and anyone
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: Starting in prose but will follow you
Summary: Shion is freaking out, it's been a couple of days since Hitori Kakurenbo and Shion is not doing well. He's mostly been hiding in his room, but he is hungry.
Warnings: Mentions of events of Hitori Kakurenbo and death. Also Shion on the point of a breakdown. And tl'dr.

Shion couldn't even think anymore, the fear had been building for months since he had been brought here. Ripped from his world, told it was destroyed. Killed by monsters, he had met a few people but it was risky. One of the trolls he had spoken to had killed him, a boy he met had proceeded to cut out his heart...

He had died again, during the massacre that the tower had called a game. His body withered, as if he had been stung by a parasite bee. As if his fight to survive had been for nothing. He had chosen to live, and here he didn't have a choice, but it was a life in which he was also forced to experience death.

Shion had been trying not to think about it, trying not to think about the strangeness, or the fact he should be dead three times over. The fact this place made absolutely no scientific sense.

Teddy bears didn't move, they definitely didn't murder you. People didn't come back from the dead, floors didn't appear in buildings over night. The world couldn't have ended.

He poked at his food, he should eat but he was too scared. Every movement made him jump, he wanted to go back to his room.

Well really... really he wanted to go home. He was supposed to be helping Nezumi save Safu, to bring down the wall between No. 6 and the West Town. Well, truthfully the latter was his aim alone, but here he could do none of it. Who knew what had happened to Safu, had Nezumi tried to enter the correctional facility alone?

Were they even alive? Was the note he had read months ago true? Had the world truly ended?

Something clattered behind him and he jumped dropping his bowl onto the floor where it smashed.

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Unfortunately, by this time, Equius had finished cleaning up and was heading over to the trash can. (And of course, the floor was spotless.) A little late for that, Shion. And besides; you've basically got a free pass to be rid of all responsibility while you're around him, so you might as well enjoy it, right? Mr. OCD over here wants to do all the menial chores, all of them. After all, if he didn't, then the place would be a mess, and who knows how many steps it would take to go from a messy kitchen to the complete ruination of all of Tower-based society?????

...Probably a lot of steps, but whatever.

Shion just watched this in quiet amazement, he wasn't exactly useless... okay he was but he could have at least managed this much. But no where near as efficiently as Equius had managed.

"Thanks..." He blinked again, "Erm, I'm Shion."

"My name is Equius," he said. "A pleasure, Shion." He checked the cabinet where he knew the bowls were contained; at least it was only one bowl broken, and who knows, it might even replace itself like some of the other things in the tower. "What were you going to use that bowl for? I was about to make something." Something. Anything.

Shion smiled again, the troll seemed friendly so Shion began to feel less scared and followed him over to the cupboard. "Oh... I was just eating..." He smiled though, he hadn't actually explored the kitchen, mainly because he wasn't sure if they were allowed to or if they were expected to eat what they were given.

He liked baking though, his mum owned a bakery and even before they lived in Lost Town, when they were still elites she had enjoyed cooking and baking and had taught Shion.

"Can I help?"

This doesn't seem to be cowering together in the corner as the thread had originally been planned for, but you know what, this is adorable so the mun sooooo does not care.

"Yes."

Let's see, what is here... unfortunately, it's the same bare-bones ingredients as the rest of the days he'd come down. Equius grimaced again, looking through the various fruits and vegetables for any flour or... anything. Anything at all? No? Darn. Soup again. Sigh. ...Sitting on the counter, there was a large rucksack, black in color, with Equius' symbol on it; he went over to it now, reaching in and setting on the table several jars of some chopped substances in various colors. Normally he would use a rustblood to cook something, because he has more of those, but today he's cooking for someone else as well. He'll just use the tealbloods, maybe darker blue as a supplement if there isn't enough?

Equius returned all of the jars colored in things that weren't teal or cerulean. From here they're chopped-up little things that aren't identifiable as anything at all, but they're staples of the Alternian diet, and fortunately some of them do taste pretty good. If he mixes them with some of the small green Earth vegetables... well, he's not sure what will happen, but in the trying circumstances it's all he can do.

Shion moved over to him ready to help, he peered into the cupboards but there didn't seem to be many ingredients, it seemed that there was only the ingredients needed to make what was being served in the cafeteria.

He stared at what Equius took out of his bag, wondering what it was. "Erm... do you need me to do anything?"

"Yes, if you would be willing." He grabbed the jars of cut-up grubs and set them both in front of Shion. "Please measure... a cup of each of these." It seems he's running the recipe from his mind. With that, he grabs a cutting board and some of the things called tomatoes (the green ones were gone), beginning to chop them with a... very large knife.

"A cup?" He looked around for one and started measuring. He still had no idea what the things were and they looked strange. Strange and a little worrying. He side eyed the knife fearfully but he had to trust that Equius wouldn't hurt him, had to regain his trust in somebody in this tower or he wasn't going to last long.

After all most people didn't try and hurt others. It was just Shion's bad luck that had got him attacked. He continued measuring, his hands shaking.

Fortunately, Equius looked like he knew what he was doing with that very large knife. And he only looked over at Shion briefly, every so often, to make sure that he wasn't putting in too much of one color or the other. But fortunately Shion seemed to have at least rudimentary cooking skills, so his concerns were unfounded; the bigger question was how he was supposed to manage these red things. Eventually he decided just to treat them like any other soup ingredient and chop them in chunks.

Shion glanced at Equius every so often warily but for the most part concentrated on his task of measuring out the ingredients. Tomatoe chunks were fine in soup as far as he was concerned so he didn't interrupt Equius' chopping. He looked over when he was done.

"Where do you want these?"

He was feeling much calmer now, that he was doing something that he understood.

"Put them in bowls, please." With the tomatoes in acceptable shape, Equius turned his attention to the next onjective: finding the broth. While he did that, he waved in the general direction of one of the shelves. "Are there any liquid measuring cups in there?" Normally there are, but you can never tell in public kitchens like this.

Bowls, Shion started hunting through the cupboards probably disturbing any sense of order that Equius had created within the kitchen.

Soon however he had bowls, which he quickly filled with the strange alien food. At the question he went back over to the cupboard and started ratching around some more, "Like this?" He held up a measuring jug.

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