first wing

[traverses]

Characters: Leon, the gentlemen of room 3-08 (possibly), and YOU.
Setting: Room 3-08 and the caf.
Format: Either or.
Summary: "Oh no, where am I, woe is me"
Warnings: None. 



Room 3-08
Leon liked waking up in his own room, wherever it happened to be at the time. It was a good feeling to know that nothing had happened during the night, or at least nothing that immediately affected his body. Unfortunately, he had never considered this feeling until today, which was the second day in his life when he didn't wake up in his own room. Immediately he rolled over and looked around. It was obvious that he wasn't in his clothes anymore; it was some kind of bodysuit, judging from the odd feeling on his skin. Something was choking around his neck, not hanging like the Griever was; a collar of some kind. There were three beds in the room besides his, and some of them were filled with strangers. Maybe they were sleeping; he really only skimmed over them, because of the more immediate presence of a letter sitting on the bedside table, with his name -- his real one -- printed on the front.

Leon reached over and opened it, reading the first letter inside; with any luck, they would provide an explanation as to why he's woken up in this circumstance; it's already put him in a bad mood. Apparently, it wasn't bad enough, because upon reading the words 'world' and 'destroyed'...

"What?!"


Cafeteria
After that little incident ended, Leon pulled on his clothes and decided to start exploring. It soon became apparent that this place was a tower, if the elevator he found was to be believed; it only stopped at a few floors, but the first one was also the first (presumably the ground floor), which was as good a place to start as anywhere else. 

So now the Tower at large will be presented with one irritable, awfully strong man, sitting at one of the tables and ripping at a roll while he continues to look over the letters. (The fact that he even has them should tip off anyone else that he's a newcomer who neglected to eat his oatmeal.) He was onto the second one now; it mentioned that the first floor was the cafeteria, which was a little useless now that he'd already figured it out, but the other things -- rooming? Network? Jobs? -- were definitely new. This letter spoke as if life in this tower was going to last for a while... yeah, not if he had anything to say about it.

Comments

[snowyvalemaiden]

Xue had gotten used to the people's thoughts on the Cafeteria's oatmeal really quick. It seemed every time she ventured down here there was someone new pushing, prodding, poking and making faces at the oatmeal. Granted, they have every reason to, but considering their situation, they should probably take everything they can for their sake.

The minty trolless eyed him curiously from a nearby bench she had been lazying about in, playing with some papers and making makeshift planes which she had been tossing around earlier in the day. After a few moments she motioned towards the newcomer and grinned playfully.

"So, hooman, wut be joor story mon?"

[traverses]

Well then.

Leon heard a heavily-accented voice (though he couldn't figure out for the life of him what it was) call him from somewhere nearby, and turned to find a woman with green skin and a pair of tusks. He wasn't that surprised, considering he had seen some pretty diverse people living in Traverse Town, though he had never seen anyone quite like her before.

"Fell asleep. Woke up here. Should it be anything different?"

[snowyvalemaiden]

"Short n' to da point huh? I guess I be takin' dat as an answer." Xue grinned and shook her head amused.

"Guessin' joo be da silent an' broody type?" She'd seen enough of those in her lifetime. They were always fun to tease when they weren't completely emotionless.

[traverses]

"None of your business." This is silent-and-broody code for 'Yes, you're exactly right'. It's not exactly hard to tell, is it?

If you need something more to reply to let me know and I'll fix it.

[attheclocktower]

[Someone else is eating her own meal nearby, and that cloak might be kind of familiar, though certainly she's much shorter than any Organization member Leon would have seen thus far. For her part, she's mostly keeping to herself as she has been these past few days, though she is watching him out of the corner of her eye occasionally.

Are those the arrival letters he's reading? It would be easier to tell if he were eating oatmeal, but she doesn't see any anywhere. Maybe he's just one of the people in the Tower she hasn't met yet...]

[traverses]

[Does it matter how tall she is? As soon as Leon catches sight of that hooded figure, he seems to forget about the letters (though he's still holding them). Instead, Xion is being watched like a hawk. And glared at like a hawk, as well. Sorry hon, you'll have to forgive him, but he just doesn't trust anyone with that garb.]

[attheclocktower]

[She wouldn't blame him if she knew, but she doesn't. As such, when she looks up from her sandwich to see him glaring at her, she can't help but flinch in surprise and look away. Why was he...

Part of him feels familiar - in a vague way that makes her think the feeling is maybe coming from Sora's memories. But she isn't sure how, and she's hesitant to ask, now. Somehow the idea of approaching him to ask - both how he's familiar and why he's glaring - just feels like a bad idea.

So she'll just... return to picking at her food, though finding her appetite is suddenly much more of a challenge.]

[traverses]

[Oh they... flinched.]

[This gave Leon pause. He was aware, of course, that he was sending antagonistic signals to whoever this person was in the Organization's signature cloak. But he had assumed that if they saw him at all, they would return his challenge or just ignore him; they seemed like a prideful group, not one that would shy away from something as small as that. Urg. Maybe he mis-pegged her.]

[Leon folds up the letters and returns them to their envelope. He slips it in his pocket as he approaches Xion.]

Hey.

[myblueskies]

Romeo was always on the lookout for those that might not know about eating the oatmeal first. It hadn't been something that had bothered him when he arrived, he had been so glad to be given any kind of food. But he knew that people came from all sorts of places and for some of them oatmeal was ikky.

So seeing the notes and the bread roll Romeo plonked a bowl of oatmeal in front of him. "You got to eat this first sir!"

Now I just want Romeo to think Leon is a bad guy because he's so standoffish

[traverses]

Suddenly a random kid? Oooo-kaaaay.

Leon allowed Romeo and the oatmeal only a glance before he went back to the letters. He was used to annoying kids running around Traverse Town being pests, and even though insisting he had to eat something wasn't the most common of games, it certainly didn't seem to serve any other purpose.

Heh this is likely

[myblueskies]

Romeo sighed, and didn't move from where he was. "Sir if you don't eat it you will get sick. It's important."

He stood quietly waiting, he didn't want anyone to be ill!

[traverses]

Oh boy. Leon then bothered to spare the child a glance, his words appearing to strike a chord. Sickness? What? He had a feeling the kid was just pulling his leg -- but if he was, then he was a pretty good actor, so Leon went against the first rule of Traverse Town and engaged the street urchins in conversation.

"Why is that?"

[capax_infiniti]

There's always a steady trickle of new people, and the cafeteria is a great equalizer in its own right. While Xehanort rarely took meals, he would get the reminder that he was indeed human and still had to engage in the standard affirmations of that humanity.

And so he was slowly picking at what passed for fish in the cafeteria while waiting for someone who was new to make some polite conversation with. After all, misery loved company, and nothing was quite as miserable as the rubbery pollock that they tried to pass off as cod.

Seeing Leon and how dissatisfied he appeared was right up his alley at that moment, and he cast a small, pleasant smile in the young man's direction, inclining his head just slightly in greeting.

[traverses]

Wow, look at that... old... guy... does Leon know him? Is he a resident of Radiant Garden or something? Xehanort earned himself a funny look from Leon, currently walking by with his letters and meager breakfast. He stopped in front of Xehanort's table, though, looking at him almost expectantly. If you hail him down, you better have a reason.

[capax_infiniti]

"You look as though you're new," he remarks casually, expertly removing the bones from his fish with his knife without really looking at the sorry excuse for fish. "And none too pleased. Sit while you have your oatmeal, if you would like to speak."

[traverses]

This guy seems to know about this place, and could probably give him information. He likes information; information is good. So Leon sat down across from the man and promptly cut to the chase. "What do you know about this place?"

[zipperedhat]

Who would have thought a talking, walking piece of flown would be interested in Leonhart, but upon seeing him, Donald quickly mistook him as 'his' Leon, and excitedly walked over to him. Finally, some good news.

"Leon!"

[traverses]

Leon looked over, and admitted only raised eyebrows as a sign of his relief. He already knew there were familiar people here, if the run-in with the Organization member was to be judged, but at least this one was somebody he could trust.

"Donald."

[zipperedhat]

Oh then this was even better! What luck had given Doanld, at the very least, a friendly face and someone who recognized him. At this rate he had half expected the man to try and attack him. This tower was really, really getting on his nerves (and let's be honest, Donald barely has any already).

"Leon!" he repeated again, his beak turning into an honest-to-goodness grin. "Boy, am I glad to see you!"

[traverses]

His mouth actually turned up into a very small smile here, turning in his seat to face Donald. "You too." And he was right; he'd watched Donald fight with Sora and Goofy, and even if he couldn't take on a thousand Heartless by himself, he was still helpful. That, and just having someone else from his home plane was nice in a creature-comforts kind of way. "I was beginning to wonder if there was anyone familiar in this Tower."

[justabignobody]

[Riku usually does his best to avoid being caught with too many other people while eating - or to just grab food and take it somewhere else. He's not really planning to change that routine any time soon, but...

He does halt when he sees that new figure at one of the tables... one that is slightly familiar. There is a pang of guilt-regret, because while they have never spoken, he can't help but remember a time he's... less than proud of (to say at least) at his sight.

Still, he should go over and drop a greeting, figure if the other even knows who he is. And well... warn him about certain people that won't recognize him. Yep, he totally should. And so he does.]

You are... Leon, right? One of Sora's Traverse Town friends.

[traverses]

[Leon looks up just in time to see another person in a black cloak. He's just about to object to that when Riku actually speaks, and the mention of Sora gives him enough pause to reconsider. Sora did explain his adventures to Leon at one point, including his best friend, a certain silver-haired boy... the description seems to fit, even if he's wearing the wrong clothes.]

You're Riku?

[If it was Riku, then that would put him a fair bit more at ease -- though not completely. They'd just need to see how that happened.]

[justabignobody]

[Well... he's being recognized... though he isn't entirely sure whether that's a good or a bad thing. He suppose he can put it down as 'to be decided' for now and see where they go from there.]

Ah...

[Yeah... one-word-answers (or in this case just one-noise?). Hope you don't mind that, Leon.]

...I assume, you just arrived?

[keybearer]

[There's a familiar face in a place he never thought he'd see him. Really, Leon... eating in a cafeteria. Somehow, the mental image is almost silly in a way, but Riku's willing to push that aside and approach the guy. He has doubts that he'll recognize him, but hey, it's worth a shot.]

Leon?

[traverses]

[... What.]

[Leon just stares at you for a moment, Riku. He knew he just saw you, but... you were older. And you had completely different clothes. Now, this Riku looked a lot more like Sora's description... but he just sighs.]

Hey.