towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Luke, whomever wants to stumble into his hissy fit
Setting: Cafeteria
Format: Either, be consistent, ect
Summary: Luke's stomach does the talking for him. Can you say, "Worst person to be in a black out with"?
Warnings: Cue full on Ambassador Asshat mode!

So, if you happen to be in the vicinity of the Cafeteria, hoping there was some scrap of food that might have been left over from before the power out, you might see a certain red head. Actually, you'll hear him before you see him; he's at the area where you pick up your food, pounding his fists and trying to get someone's attention. Except, you know, there's no one there to give him the time of day, which only makes his temper tantrum worse.

"OY! I'M HERE ON TIME! GIVE ME MY FOOD! GIMME MY FOOD RIGHT NOW!"

He follows his screaming up with a sharp kick... which turns into a swearing stream as he hops around, holding his injured foot. Definitely not the most impressive moment for the almighty Ambassador.

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Quite an accomplishment, and if things weren't so dark and grim-appearing, Zack may have actually been impressed. As it is, he shrugs and walks past Luke, heading into the kitchen to look around. He opens cabinets as he speaks, somehow the very picture of calm.

"Not sure. But breaking your foot and screaming isn't gonna make it pop up in front you. Especially if..." He trails off, coming back into sight with his hands on his hips.

"There's nobody here. Just like every other floor."

"But where are they?" Luke asked, finally setting his foot down on the floor. Considering he put his weight on it despite his "injury," it seemed like he didn't actually do any harm to himself. "What kind of person runs this place that just lets their employees do whatever they want?"

Zack shrugs, taking in the fact that Luke isn't actually hurt with a half-quirk of his lips. There was something in that kitchen that he didn't like one bit, and it shows as he walks back into the main area of the cafeteria.

"I dunno. But I think the better question would be what kind of person shuts off the power and takes everybody who works here out with them without warning us. If they went to all the trouble to getting us off our worlds before they died, why leave us here to rot?"

Why waste all that time and energy? It doesn't make any sense at all to him.

The expression on Luke's face clearly showed that he didn't even think of that. Then again, he was more worried about getting fed than actually thinking logically.

"How'd they manage to do it without someone noticing too?" he asked, probably the first logical question he's ever asked.

Food was a logical concern, especially in a place like this where logic, even if it worked, was over-rated. Better to run with full stomachs then empty ones.

"I'd say they did it at night, when we're all asleep, but that would mean getting past the monsters without making any noise at all." He frowns, shaking his head at the thought. It may be possible, sure, but...he doesn't think it would work.

"Maybe they left over the last few days. I mean, it's not like anybody's keeping count of how many of those guys there are, right?"

Luke made a face.

"Well, I wouldn't have, but someone had to have noticed something. I mean, they had to leave the Tower, which means there's an exit somewhere!"

"With that idea, you'd think someone would also notice when people get brought in. I mean, if there's an exit there's also an entrance, so why does it take so long for people to notice a new person in the tower?"

More holes in logic? Big ones. Not that it's...hard to poke holes in Luke's logic, though, even for Zack who rarely thinks things through. Still, there is a larger concern at hand.

"Guess it doesn't really matter, though. We gotta find food, not the people who used to be here."

Luke gave him an irritable look; he hated it when people pointed out how wrong he was! ...mostly because it happened so often, but that was beside the point.

"But won't we find the food if we find the people?"

A ha! That sounded logical!

The irritated look rolls off Zack's back like water from a duck's feathers. He's been on the receiving end of worse for quite some time now.

"If they took it with them, yeah. If they didn't, finding them's kinda useless."

It is logical! Just...it may not be what had happened. Whoops?