INTRO LOG

[ii2cariiot]

Characters: The Psiioniic and YOU
Setting: Wandering
Format: Also up to the tagger
Summary: The Psiioniic is wandering and exploring his new surroundings, and is also lost. THESE AREN'T MY GLASSES.
Warning: He doesn't have shoes on.

[At first he hadn't moved much when he awoke. Like someone laying awake in bed in the early hours of the morning. A child unable to go back to bed while dismissing the notion of having to get up. At least, that's what every fiber of his being seemed to spell out. In actuality, he'd been waiting. Waiting for permission, a command, anything that guaranteed it was okay to move about.

When it didn't come and didn't come, he finally took the initiative to get up and wander on his own. The situation didn't seem to frighten him, or faze him. Instead, it piqued his curiosity and blue/red eyes quietly observed the floors. Acknowledging things in some hidden understanding.

Perhaps he is simply lost and there is no universal truth in which he seeks.

Or perhaps it is because he is barefoot and moving to keep them warm.]

Comments

[entropied]

[The Handmaid has been wandering, too, less to gain some strange universal truth than because she has nothing better to do. It's clear she's been fighting with something--she's covered in cuts and bruises--and she has a pretty sour look on her face. Well, more sour than usual. She barely acknowledges Psiioniic as she storms past him.]

[ii2cariiot]

[He watches her as she storms by. Quickly looking at the cuts and bruises, he tries to determine what she's so hurried about. Perhaps she was escaping a fight? Then again she met just work at a cat factory and sorts cars for a living. Regardless he slowly follows her.

She looks like she knows what she's doing.]

[entropied]

[She's in such a foul mood that for a moment or so, she doesn't notice him. But when she does, she spins around to face him.]

What?

[ii2cariiot]

[She's upset and he doesn't know why. But he's not about to shy away from her, she's a troll. One of his kind in a strange new place. It's not like he needed the comfort just that he needed answers. Her horns look like they hold secrets]

Where are you going?

[restitchtime]

[Rose isn't quite paying attention to the people in the hallway - she's typing away at a computer terminal, looking up every now and then out of an idle interest in people-watching. when she sees the Psionic wander past without any damn shoes, however, it gets a small eyebrow raise out of her.

she leans back in the chair in order to crane her head out of the doorway and call to him.]

Hey, I wouldn't go around like that. You never know when some shit in the floor might take a foot off.

[ii2cariiot]

[He stops, steps backward even, and stands there looking at the small child. His own eyebrow raises out of oddity in the talking creature. HE'S NEVER SEEN A HUMAN OK. But, regardless his eyes soon trail to his bare feet. With a shrug, Psiioniic seems to disregard the safety of his feet.]

No thoeth.

[restitchtime]

[dude call her a star monkey and she will try to break off one of those lovely horns of yours. EITHER WAY she gives him a flat look at the response. yeah, not buying that.]

That's a weak excuse if I ever heard one. This place is shitty, but not quite shitty enough that you can't get a fucking pair of shoes if you really try to.

[ii2cariiot]

[GOOD THING HE HAS THREE TO SPARE. He gives her a blank stare and shakes his head. Silly humans, don't understand how the lowbloods roll.]

I've never had the need for thoeth.

[guiltapalooza]

[Willow is wandering along through the corridors herself, lost in her own head, but when she notices him she blinks and makes her way over. She doesn't seem surprised to see him at all, and actually has him confused for his double.]

Psiioniic? I haven't seen you in-- ages. [She gives him a friendly smile.] How are you doing?

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I... [He's flabbergasted, someone knows his name? And then confused, they know him but... it wasn't possible that he knew them in return. The smile leaves him with feelings of uncertainty. Psiioniic takes care to take a cautionary step backwards before addressing Willow.]

I'm afraid you mutht be mithaking me for thomeone elthe.

[guiltapalooza]

I am? [she asks in surprise.] Oh! Maybe I am. Sorry. [She belatedly realizes that this must be a double if he doesn't recognize her. Noticing him taking that step back, and familiar with how socially anxious the other Psiioniic is, she stays where she is and lets him have his space.]

My name's Willow Rosenberg. This whole place is... um, kind of strange. Why don't we go sit somewhere and I'll explain everything to you?

[ii2cariiot]

[He acknowledges her with a simple nod, and then another to indicate that he would follow her for an explanation to all of this. Though he was anxious and kept his space, he wasn't socially inept.]

Willow. Ah, I do not know you but, you theem to know me. Or perhapth there are otherth like me here... in which cathe it ith a common mithtake.

I am so sorry ;;

[myblueskies]

Mister Psiioniic! [Romeo, even after almost a year in the tower, would forever be confused at the existance of doubles and so just assumed that this was his friend Psiioniic, the Psiioniic he had witnessed die not long ago over the network. He hadn't seen him yet and was glad to see that he was unhurt despite what the bad people had done to him. He went to wrap his arms around him, happy to see him.]

it's fine ;u;

[ii2cariiot]

[He's quite unused to physical proximity in the form of hugs and comfort. Having lived most of his life in fear of any type of proximity it's no surprise that his instincts is to freeze up in the face of... of... whatever this would be considered in the language of trolls.]

Do I know you?

[myblueskies]

[The freezing up more than the words made Romeo back off, even though Psiioniic wasn't a kid Romeo understood the gesture and took a step back.

Was this a second Psiioniic? Or had his friend disappeared and been made to forget everything? Romeo hoped it was the first, he would be so angry and sad if the bad people had made another one of his friends lose their memories, but having to Psiioniic's would be fun!]

Maybe not sir, there's already a you here, or you are him without memories but usually people disappear for a long time before they come back and I only saw him a few days ago. I'm Romeo!

Floor 28

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor is sitting on the bench of the grand organ, her back to the keys, instead staring at nothing in particular as some of the instruments play on their own. It's not so bad, listening to them. It's almost relaxing. She wishes she were back in her suit, and it's odd how vulnerable she feels without it. She thinks it's not just the lack of powers that affect her, she's almost sure.

But it doesn't really matter, as she's currently stuck in this predicament, without a way to fix it. Not yet.

She pulled her feet up, curling and stretching the skirt over her legs, her bare toes twitching on the bench. She's never really needed shoes before this, outside her suit. It's odd. She's not sure she likes it. So she hums along the music and tries to stop thinking too hard about things. Patience, after all, is a virtue.]

hope you don't mind a late tag? sob

[the_martyred]

[Martyred had just stepped off the elevator when she saw him. The horns, eyes, everything, it had to be him. Her heart lifted and she squeezed her book with both hands, hurrying to shed the claws that were as much a part of her as her hair or horns. She couldn't hug him with her claws on. To think, he was alive. He was okay. He was safe. They'd never been able to find out what happened to Psiionic after the execution. Dolorosa was a slave somewhere, but Psii...]

Psii, you're alright! You're alive. [Her voice cracks a little on the last word and she rushes towards him. She doesn't care if this isn't her own Psiionic. That doesn't really matter.]

I don't mind! I love backtagging things ;u;

[ii2cariiot]

[By now, he's grown somewhat accustomed to being the subject of a mistake in identity. And who wouldn't mistake him for the other Psiioniic wandering the tower? They both had the same colored collar, and the same body build... it would be impossible to tell them apart on any given day. Still, he doesn't push Martyred away. Come to think of it, Psii hadn't pushed anyone away at the tower.

Instead he simply froze at the first touch of people breaking into his personal bubble.]

Yeth? Why wouldn't I be...

[the_martyred]

[Martyred held him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. Maybe he is just so unused to touch that he can't bring himself to hug back. When she pulls back slowly]

After the execution, we...were never sure what happened to you. You're from their world aren't you? Where I wasn't shot?

[cullionfish]

[The Condesce had woken up from her horrid nightmare of living the life of a peon, working as a mutant, used as an example...a few days prior. She still has a headache from the entire ordeal and its made her obscenely sluggish, but she's...surprisingly fine with that. Means less thinking. Less acknowledging that it happened at all.

She catches sight of Psiioniic ahead of her a few steps down and halts all movement immediately, trident in hand, scornful look cast down toward him. The weapon is coated in several shades of red, purple, and a few other colors of various people she had murdered in the labyrinth.

Psiioniic. She hadn't seen him in an age. Interesting, to find him out of his room without the mutant.]

[ii2cariiot]

[Psiioniic freezes upon spotting the Condesce up ahead. It's no secret or guesswork to know just who was several steps in front of him. The flaunt of her color and trinkets adorning her were a immediate give away, spurring on his deer-in-the-headlights reaction.

A quiver, he doesn't dare move from where he stands. Something was wrong, perhaps it was him but he knew he didn't have the privilege or the permission to be graced with her presence.

He ducks his head down, submissive because he hasn't quite comprehended the situational change in his new environmental.]

[cullionfish]

[...oh. He didn't part a command request prompt or immediately start running the other way. A change in heart, perhaps? Maybe someone was looking out for her.

She takes a few steps downward until she's two steps on front of him, reaching without comment to take a hold of his chin to tilt his eyes up to her's so that she might get a better look.

She's not in the mood for games.]

Is there a problem, Helmsman?

Sob forgive me for being so late u_u also, Floor 36

[mutab1e]

[...Oh.]

[It turns out that the two yellowbloods had gotten the same idea, because this little one was wandering as well. It actually took him a short while to realize that the Psiioniic was here, due to the obvious lack of shoes, but he eventually hears the sound and looks up. He subsequently twists his face into some combination of disgust and concern.]

Um... Psiioniic. Where are your shoes?

[That is so unsanitary, bro, you have no idea.]

u__u i love backtags what are you talking about being late. no one is ever late new rule.

[ii2cariiot]

...Shoes are unnecessary.

[Really boy, when he was your age he was lucky just to have a pair of shoes! (and he had to walk a mile through the snow and up hills just to get them.)

He clearly doesn't understand the concern one way or the other. It's not like the floor is going to suddenly melt and become boiling lava or a floor shark is going to come up from the depths of the floor and eat his feet. Because, really, floor sharks only exist in children's fairy tales.]

[mutab1e]

[Seriously broseph, do not tell him shoes are unnecessary. You're looking at the God Tier Hero of Germophobia right now.]

Wha-- no they're not! You don't even know what's been on these floors, that's just disgusting. [His voice is growing higher and higher in pitch.]