001 → Spring came too early

[wrigurun]

Characters: Wriggle Nightbug, Open
Setting: Room 1-03, Hallway (Any floor), Floor 1
Format: Post in prose, tags in prose or action
Summary: Wriggle wakes up in the tower and is not happy in the slightest. She needs to find somewhere her firefly larvae can live.
Warnings: None

Room 1-03

Staring up at the foreign ceiling, Wriggle tries her best not to panic. Being frozen to the spot doesn’t help in keeping her calm. It doesn’t allow her to reflect or figure things out. Her antenna twitch around, currently the only thing she can use to survey the room. More and more she tries to will her body to move until suddenly she’s freed from the invisible binds and tumbles to the floor.

Scrambling under the bed she peers out from under the other side. Wherever she is now, it definitely isn’t Gensoukyou. Slowly coming to terms with the fact there isn’t any immediate danger she slides back out and uses the bed to climb back onto her feet. From there she can see the letters on the nightstand. She grabs the closest one, not even bothering to check to whom it’s addressed to and sits back on the mattress to read it.

Something in her stomach drops as the words on the page slowly become more solid in her mind.

Let's all be happy here

“Is this some kind of sick joke?” Wriggle yells at the page as if it would hold some kind of answer. How could anyone be happy knowing their world no longer existed?

Hallway

After working out some of her anger and rummaging around in the trunk at the end of her bed, Wriggle wanders the halls with a small glass tank in her arms full of dirt and foliage. No longer in the suit she awoke in, already she’s changed into her regular clothes. She seems somewhat concerned about it and to any passers by she meets she isn’t ashamed to confront them.

“Hey, do you know the way out? What kind of environment is it out there?”

Cafeteria

With the tank placed on the table besides her Wriggle makes all kinds of faces into her oatmeal as if that would make it taste any better. By now any feelings of anger and aggression have subsided and the reality of the situation has finally settled in. With her cape draped over her shoulders she looks quite vulnerable, occasionally tugging at the collar around her neck as if that would be enough to pry it off. So far she’d seen no one that she knew, not that she had many close friends to begin with but it would have been nice. Just someone, anyone she could find solace in.

For a moment she wonders if she’s thankful she’s been saved at all.

Comments

Cafeteria

[the_martyred]

Martyred had taken a nutrition bar, already missing the oatmeal provided for her first meal and was picking it apart slowly on her way to a seat. The girl didn't seem too threatening, plus she was one of those strange pale creatures Martyred had seen everywhere. She took a seat opposite of her and spoke as gently as possible.

"Are you alright? Not hurt correct?"

Cafeteria

[wrigurun]

Wriggle glanced up at from her food, only for a moment. At least long enough to register the woman's slightly different appearance. It didn't really bother her though, in a world full of ghosts and demons it was only vaguely abnormal.

"'m not hurt but I'm not alright," she mumbled as she rolled the spoon in her fingers.

Cafeteria

[the_martyred]

"I understand." Martyred set her bar down and leaned on the table slightly, "I don't think anyone is particularly alright here, huh?"

Cafeteria

[wrigurun]

"Well who would be?" She started, finally flicking the spoon onto the table with a clatter. Seems like Wriggle hadn't quite worked out all her anger after all. "Being told your world got destroyed, waking up in some weird place with a bunch of weird people..."

[the_martyred]

"I understand. I can't help, but I completely understand. It's rather helpless feeling this way, isn't it?" She reached out over the table and patted Wriggle's hand.

"Let yourself be upset and angry for a while. But you will need to move on."

[wrigurun]

Wriggle just frowns and withdraws her hand.
"And then what? What are we supposed to do here?" She casts her gaze to the tank sitting just to the side of her food, speaking a little more quietly. "I need to find a habitat for them. They won't survive in a tank like that, they need water..."

[the_martyred]

"Perhaps there's a place you can find to keep them? This place is full of strange things."

She recalls a few strange floors herself but she hasn't yet explored it fully.

[wrigurun]

She perked up, ever so slightly.

"Strange things? What kind of strange things?" Wriggle inquired. She took the elevator rather than the stairs so she had yet to see any of the floors in between. To her, the tower was way more modern than what she was used to but that was the only strange thing she'd so far experienced.

[the_martyred]

"Well there's floors where the steps are missing, floors of labyrinthes... Ones where the walls disappear and it seems nothing holds the tower up." She hesitated to tell her more of the things she had seen. This place would be terrifying and this one looked hardly five sweeps.

[wrigurun]

As anxious as Wriggle was about the sudden change of scenery she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the things she was told.

"Cool... So, where do the walls disappear? Is that the way out?" she asked, sounding much more eager than one probably should.

[the_martyred]

Martyred had to think about it. She hadn't chanced it, since she couldn't fly or anything like that. Falling was surely a way to die and nothing more.

"I don't think so. If it were, there wouldn't be anyone here. They all would have left."

[wrigurun]

"Where is it? Maybe I can fly out if it's high-up."

She couldn't think of any other reason people wouldn't use it as a means of escape.

[the_martyred]

"I...I don't remember the floor number. It's probably not particularly safe to fly here and I wouldn't want you to fall or get hurt. You don't look like you've any armor or way to protest yourself."

[wrigurun]

Wriggle frowned, almost offended at the insinuation.

"I have plenty of ways to protect myself!" she boasted, taking a number of cards from her pocket and flinging them onto the table.

[the_martyred]

She gives the cards a skeptical look, but she's seen odder weapons before. Perhaps they are razor sharp or ways to concentrate psiionic powers.

"I'm sorry, but what do those do?"

[wrigurun]

"They're spell cards, they contain spells." Wriggle sounded somewhat patronizing, as if she still hadn't really come to terms with the fact that not everyone is from a world like hers.

"If you're attacked you can use them to fight and defend yourself," she continued to explain, conveniently leaving out the part where she was usually bested by much stronger opponents.