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Characters: Bomberman and whoever wants to meet him.
Setting: Practically anywhere -- I WILL MAKE STUFF WORK SOMEHOW. orz
Format: Brackets preferred, but I'll match ya.
Summary: Bomberman's first day in the tower! He'll wake up in 04-14, so anyone in or around that room can catch him there or whatever. He'll also be exploring the different floors to get an idea of his new surroundings and how much he should be panicking. Expect to see him bombing walls or barriers just to see for himself how indestructible the place really is (though he'll try to avoid inhabited places like the cafeteria and the dormitories for this -- he tends to be conscious of collateral damage).
Warnings: None that I can think of, but if shit happens I'll edit this. :|b

[Bomberman's more than a little unsettled when he wakes up in a bed not his own and finds the letter telling him that his world has been destroyed. Given its laughable terseness, however, he's not much inclined to believe it at the moment. (Plus, he just saved the world from being destroyed by its original creator. No way is he going to suddenly believe that it was all for nothing without some serious evidence.) And it's not like this is the first time he's suddenly woken up in a weird place. Though...what the hell happened to his clothes? And what's up with this collar?

When he snatches up a change of clothes from the trunk at the bed (he's attired thusly now), Bomberman heads out of his dorm room if he doesn't see anyone to talk to inside. He'll spend the rest of the day getting a feel for the tower and its inhabitants, and trying not to be too irritated (or worried) about this unexpected development in his life. Tossing bombs at stuff is pretty cathartic, at least. And if it might have the added bonus of getting him out of here, so much the better.]

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Well shit!

[So Bomberman, you've found a form of therapy in this strange situation. That's great. You should keep doing that. But, perhaps you should consider finding some way to do it that doesn't involve giant explosions? That would be even better.]

[Thankfully, Floor Four has an abundance of natural light, so it didn't come as a complete surprise. But you may have noticed some bloke spraying paint all over the opposite wall. As it turns out, he's really engrossed in his work; he was only vaguely aware that there was someone else who had entered the floor, and was completely clueless to the fact that this new person was armed. So basically, his first indication that Something Has Happened is a giant explosion shaking the entire floor. And, whaddya know, he's on skates -- meaning he has no way to stop himself from basically toppling over.]

[After regaining his bearings (and sighing at the mess that has become of his precious graffiti), Beat turns his attention on Mr. Explosives.]

What the fuck was that about?

[Oh, whoops. Bomberman hadn't quite expected the reverberations to be that strong. He flashes an embarrassed smile.]

Oh, sorry about that. I was just testing out how strong these walls are.

[Shion was on his way to the infirmary when he heard the explosion and jumped, scared. What was happening? He went to investigate, because someone might be hurt...] Hello?

Why do you even care? Planning a suicide or something?

[Bomberman blinks confusedly.]

What? No, I was just trying to figure out if there was a way out of this place! [why would you even.......]

[Shion might have to speak a little louder -- Bomberman's explosions aren't fatally loud like perhaps a real world bomb would be, but they're still plenty noisy. He's just set a glowing red superbomb (a little smaller than a softball) against a hefty-looking wall. With a click of his remote control, he sets it off.

BOOM!]

The second explosion made Shion jump and clap his hands over his ears. No. 6 didn't have a military, or at least they weren't supposed to but Shion knew that that might be a lie.

"Erm hello?" His voice was a little louder, since he was talking over his covered ears and the explosion, "Is everything alright?"

Oh.

[Well sor-ry! He's seen a lot of people jump off buildings, ok.]

Well, lemme save you the resources -- it's not happening. You're not getting out.

[Well, it's not that much of a resource drain for Bomberman, considering that he effectively creates his explosives from out of thin air.]

Well, yeah, I figured I was stuck here [shrug], but I had to at least try something. This seemed like a pretty easy target, too.

At the sound of a young-ish looking voice calling out, Bomberman glances over his shoulder. When he sees Shion, he gives an apologetic smile.

"Oh, sorry about that -- did I scare you?"

"Erm..." Shion was calming down a little by now, "A little, what were you doing?"

[Well hey, this guy basically summons magical spray cans from thin air, and he has a limited capacity of those. So he figured Bomberman here would be the same.]

Well, some people like their hands-on learnin' experiences, I guess. [He shrugs again.] Even though people have been milling around here for months an' no one's got out, far as I know.

"I was just trying to figure out if there was a way out of here, that's all." Bomberman goes over to the wall he's just tried to blow up, surveying the damage. There's disappointingly little. Geez, he went all out and everything. "Sorry if I scared you. Are you new to this place, too?"

[Disappointing and worrying. But this is a guy who escaped a black hole. (...it wasn't technically a black hole, but all things considered it's still a pretty miraculous escape.) Bomberman's remaining cynically optimistic about his situation.]

What's the longest anyone's been stuck here for? Years?

Dunno. I've only been here a few days, myself.

[He shrugs, somewhat over-dramatically.]

'M guessing you're not much different?

Yeah. Just got here today, actually. [He holds up a hand in greeting.] I'm Bomberman, by the way.

[He mirrors the action, finally breaking out of his scowling rut with a wry-looking smile.] Name's Beat.

"No I..." Shion took some more breaths, calming down. "I've been here a while... there's no way out..." Not even through trying to blow things up... Though Shion had guessed that.

[With introductions out of the way, Bomberman glances over at whatever Beat had been working on over on the wall.]

So...you've decided to cope with being stuck here by painting, huh?

"How long have you been here for?"

[This earns Bomberman a chuckle.]

M'not copin' with anything. This is what I do.

"Six months, maybe a little longer time is difficult to keep track of here." There had been the days the sun didn't rise, did they count as days at all? He had no idea how long they hid from the teddy bears from, no idea how long he had missed the times he had died. No idea how long he had been in that room with the retrieval units and Nezumi...

[Another glance at Beat's work. Bomberman wishes he had some artistic talent, himself. Sure, he occasionally scribbles song lyrics, but...they're not good.]

Heh, you do it well. How long have you been painting for?

"Six months?" That's not a pleasant prospect for Shiro to hear. Being stuck for a month in the BHB black hole was bad enough. "I see. Do you know what exactly this place is?"

Um... How old am I now...? ...I dunno. Six years? Seven?

"It's a tower, we don't know where it is... or what it is... It doesn't always follow the rules of physics." Which was enough to make anyone's head hurt.

"Those that brought us here... they seem to take pleasure in hurting us..."

Heh -- it shows. Wish I had artistic talent like that.

"And who brought us here?" If he could get faces and names, that's definitely a start.

Heh, thanks. [He tosses the spraycan in the air and catches it, basking in the glow of the compliment.] Yeah, I'm pretty much the best one around where I live.

"There is a small group..." Shion had seen a few things on the network and heard people talking. "A child called Zo, a man named Dax, a man named Jason," he had been the one apparently responsible for the labyrinth...

"A man named Riki and a girl whose name I do not know."

Self-taught?

The first name reminds Bomberman of Zhael's nickname for Zoniha. He files it and the other ones away for further follow-up.

"Do you know anything about them? Where they came from, why they took us here -- anything like that?"

Um, yeah? [Have an odd look for that one.] Where else would I learn it? You don't get taught this shit in school. [NOT THAT HE WOULD KNOW BECAUSE... HE... kind of dropped out after eighth grade...]

[Bomberman simpers.]

Hey, just figured I'd ask. There's schools for all sorts of things out there. I thought maybe you were in art school or something.

"No... just that they claim the worlds ended and they saved us... Apparantly one of them, Jason, spoke to people on the network; but I was..." Not paying attention, wallowing in misery, not able to cope with what had happened...

"I didn't see it, and the power went out before I could read the archives but when the power returns there will hopefully be some clues there."

"Archives?" Now this sounds interesting.

Shion nodded, "Everything that is written on the network is stored so it can be read... well most of it..." He remembered that question before the labyrinth, the one that disappeared after it was answered.

"You know where I can access this network? Once the power comes back on, anyway."

Shion nodded, "Have you seen the terminals on the floor with the bedroom? There, there are also quite a few in the library."

"There's a library in this place?" He hasn't been to all the floors yet, not even close.

"Yes," Shion smiled, his eyes lighting up, "There's two actually though one has more research books. The main library is on the third floor."

"Hmm." Bomberman doesn't typically spend his time in libraries, but if he's going to be stuck here... "Thanks for the heads up. I think I'll head over to the 3rd-floor library, then." He turns to leave, then stops. "I'm Bomberman, by the way."

"Nice to meet you Bomberman," it was a strange name, but Shion was used to strangeness and didn't react. "I'm Shion."

Bomberman nods and gives a wave. "Take care, Shion!" And he begins to make his way over to the stairs.

"You too Bomberman." He waved with another smile before continuing on his way.

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SUGARCULT. <3

IT'S LIKE THE ONLY SONG OF THEIRS I KNOW, lmao

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TO BE HONEST I'M IN THE SAME BOAT /shot

\o/;;;

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Beat switched accounts, so that's why this has a different username.

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Not a problem!

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