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[lamorteblanc]

Characters: Muraki and anyone!
Setting: Starts at 4-20 then the cafeteria and ends in the morgue.
Format: Doing my little comment spam thing
Summary: Newcomer at the tower and boy, is this one shiny!
Warnings: Prosthetic eye replacement? Maybe?

Room 4-20
[ So he'd gotten up, lying there in a measure of stunned silence as he realizes he's undergoing sleep paralysis. But it's all over in a while and he sits up, running his fingers through his hair a moment. And then there's the pause. The collar makes him frown but even more is the sight of the letter. He pours over it with a measure of interest, a frown on his face as he reads through it once more. If he believes it, the look on his face isn't enough to discern a response.

When he does get himself up from bed though, a hand instinctively goes up to lightly run his fingers through his hair. The smallest look of irritation comes to his face however before he moves his hand to cover his right eye. You, dear intruder as it were, may note that there would be a glass on his nightstand which contains, rather curiously, a prosthetic eye. ]


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Cafeteria:
[ The oatmeal doesn't put him off. He's had a few bowls in his time. However, what does disturb him is the thought that there doesn't seem to be anything else offered. So he's pondering this while taking his time with the oats, eyes shifting around at the others in the area if any.

Has desperation driven anyone to ambush a newcomer for his oatmeal yet? ]


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Floor 26/Morgue

[ With the entire fiasco of the oatmeal over with (hopefully without people ambushing him), the doctor begins to wander the floors. Of course, his wanderings take him to the morgue which just pulls him in. His unhealthy obsession with death makes sure of this. Though he finds a distinctly heavy feeling in the air, nothing stops him from entering.

Truth be told, Kazutaka seems perfectly at home with the bodies. His assessment seems almost casual, almost calm as he checks the corpses. They pose more questions than answers, however. Were they here for show? To intimidate? Mere disposal? For now, he's just looking them over, noting any visible marks on the skin and making a note to come back with his scalpels later should curiosity strike.

However, there's one particular locker that seems to be unstable... and perhaps the latch on that door may be clicking just a bit more than usual should you want to come in and bother him. ]

Comments

Cafeteria

[pinnedbangs]

[He expected the cafeteria to be empty. What better place to practice flame control than in an isolated place no one wanted to be in? But no such luck. There was a new person, staring into a bowl of gross oatmeal.

...But even the oatmeal he hated so much at first seemed better than eating nothing. Rin wasn't about to haze someone for a mere bowl of that stuff. Better that they have it and enjoy the only food they may be getting for a while.

Maybe he should leave before he was tempted... Besides, practicing control had a way of making him hungrier keeping his mind off of stuff...]

ouo and so it begins.

[lamorteblanc]

[ It really isn't his thing but he has to eat it. Although the doctor can't help but wonder just what makes this oatmeal special above all else and just why it's the only thing the cafeteria offers.

But there's glancing over in Rin's direction. ]

Begging your pardon but would you have any idea as to why this is the only thing on the menu?

all the beginnings...

[pinnedbangs]

No clue. When I first got here, that's all there was to eat - and all that's been here since.

[He keeps his eyes on the man instead of his meal. Don't think about the food, think about other things, Rin. Girls. Beaches. Blue fire. Oven roasted -- shoes!]

You should try to make that last. [Again, Rin turns to leave but he hesitates. What if the guy had more questions? He looked like he could take care of himself...]

all the terrible terrible things.

[lamorteblanc]

[ Because oven roasted shoes are the greatest thing. But he pauses a moment. ]

How long has this been happening?

[ It's... slightly bothering him as if this is the only food he's going to get... and there isn't any more...

And really. It's just rude for a tower to kidnap them and not provide for their needs. Bear with him, Rin. It'll earn you a bit! ]

/covers eyes

[pinnedbangs]

[Oven roasted to perfection. Rin gives it some thought.]

Since I got here. I think this is normal... [which, by the way, is NOT COOL. He's got nowhere to go, really. Rin takes a seat opposite the White Haired Man and stares a hole into the wall in front of him.]

You got that dumb letter too, right?

..yes. Good in-law.

[lamorteblanc]

[ Excuse you. It's platinum blond. Not white. So there. ]

I wonder what they constitute saving us if they decide to take us from our worlds and here without even considering what we need.

[ But his eyes are on Rin, only glancing at the oatmeal. He'll make it last... ish. Good thing he eats like a bird. ]

However, I have to say I don't believe a word of it.

[pinnedbangs]

[White, blond, same difference. That being said, Rin's not sure what's with this guy. He reminds him of a teacher. Who says "constitute" anyway?]

Yeah. ...You don't look like a guy who'd need something. [Not like Rin's one to talk.]

I doubt if anyone does. I sure as hell don't believe a damn word of it.

Floor 26/Morgue

[ravenmaker]

[Science doesn't take a holiday. Panels need to be run, however slowly, even in the dark. Fuhito is a thorough man. As many of the substances in the Tower are alien, he prefers to set up as many controls as possible. Morbid tissue, humanoid or otherwise, is a convenient thing to have at hand.

Fuhito has come to gather samples. A bag hangs from his shoulder, some sort of holstered firearm rests on his hip. He is carrying a hand-light on what is obviously its lowest setting. Hearing small, repetitive movements in the interior of the Morgue, he pauses in the entrance. He is not afraid, but he is wary.]

Is anyone there? Answer, if you're able.

[lamorteblanc]

[ He doesn't have the usual equipment he's been generously allowed to bring. There hasn't been a chance to load them yet. However, he has, for the sake of personal security brought a few of his stones and some chalk... just in case.

Perhaps it was the dark that made him jumpy but he reacts to the sudden voice with nothing short of a snap of his head.

Oh. Hey. This one at least seems human. ]

Yes? I hope you'll pardon my sudden intrusion. Are you in charge of this morgue?

[ravenmaker]

No apology is necessary, the Morgue isn't my--responsibility. I'm only here to gather some materials. The facility seems to run itself, more or less.

[As Fuhito moves into the room, he pans the lamp across the rows of tables, across the walls with their ranks of metal drawers. Ah, there is the owner of the voice. A tall man, obviously physically powerful, in tones of white. Though not in a lab coat.

The samples Fuhito intends to take are meant to come from a body in one of the drawers nearby to the stranger. Nearby to the drawer with the restless latch. Extremely mild surprise registers almost imperceptibly on Fuhito's face.]

More obviously than usual, evidently.

I'm Fuhito. A scientist.

[lamorteblanc]

[ He hadn't come with a lab coat. No, that one was left at home. He'd come with a trenchcoat, though. One that's been folded and hung over the back of a nearby chair. ]

Materials?

[ He can't help but be a little curious. From the bodies? And he steps out of the way though to give Fuhito room to move. ]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Kazutaka Muraki, a doctor from where I've been brought from. You said you were a scientist?

[ravenmaker]

The pleasure is mine.

[Always polite, Fuhito nods. The man seems relatively circumspect, which is refreshing. He comes to stand before an empty gurney, taking a moment to lay out a few supplies.]

Yes, my areas of research included-- environmental stability and bio-engineering. Among others things.
Here, I am researching my own prison. Thus the sampling of the Tower's "materials".

Where you were brought from-- do you have a specialty, Doctor?

[lamorteblanc]

That certainly explains your interest in the bodies.

[ He's just gonna lean against a gurney nearby, palms on the surface and a respectful distance away from Fuhito to allow him room to work. ]

I specialize in cardiology, however my secondary specialization would be in pediatrics. But I've dabbled here and there.

[ Glancing up a bit though. ]

Have you found anything relevant?

Cafeteria

[cutestprogrammer]

[This little 'girl' enters the cafeteria, sees Muraki and looks over at his oatmeal rather hungrily.

But he looks away quickly as Muraki looks over and tries to look around for something else to eat.]

[lamorteblanc]

[ He's used to kids, truth be told. Most his patients are, after all. He's been known to treat them rather well: talking to them, treating them to tea... and this one won't be any different.

He only needed to eat a bit of it, right? But he's glancing over to her direction now. ]

I understand there isn't much left to eat in this tower?

[cutestprogrammer]

[He'll only take a little bit, he's much too considerate, polite and timid to do otherwise.

He looks back over uncertainly.]

Y-yes... there's no food left except some berries and mushrooms in the forest.

[lamorteblanc]

[ Well, best to stay on people's good graces for now. After all, this is a new place. No one he knows properly, no one familiar... that and he's never really been one for glutting himself on food.

So... the bowl is nudged in his direction. ]

Go on.

[cutestprogrammer]

... but-but this is yours! You probably won't be able to get anything else to eat after this...

[lamorteblanc]

[ And a smile from that, shaking his head. ]

I insist. You must be starving.

[ Berries and mushrooms... can't be so bad, right? ]

Dorm room; hello roomie

[letsgetfunky]

[Mark hasn't left his room yet due to checking his things in the trunk, but he sure wish he had before this man woke up so he could avoid any complications. He sure did notice that thing on the nightstand, yep.

So when Muraki started getting off the bed, Mark gave a jump in surprise as he dropped a spray can from his hand.]

Whoa!!

Whoo! Roomie time!

[lamorteblanc]

[ The sudden outburst surprises him just as much but he doesn't do much apart from just jerk slightly as he gets to his feet. Though his eye may have been removed, the least he could do was to slip his glasses on as he went over to inspect his own trunk. ]

I wasn't aware I had company. I apologize for startling you.

[ And he settles himself at the foot on his bed, glancing over at Mark. ]

I take it we'll be sharing a room?

Oh boy 8)

[letsgetfunky]

Uh... It's ok, I guess? [He picks up the spray can to put it into his backpack.]

I guess that's how it is? Kinda sucks we gotta share rooms, but nice to meet ya and stuff.

B) that sounds dirtier than it should.

[lamorteblanc]

I suppose certain things can't be avoided.

[ Oh hey. They'd been nice enough to pack his suit. For now though, he gets his trenchcoat on. ]

...is this all true? What they've said about the world?

sfldskfjsh

[letsgetfunky]

[Mark gives a frown along with a small shrug.]

Beats me. I only just got here myself, and this place ain't looking like anywhere I've been to.

[And he goes back to getting his things from the trunk and stuffing it into his backpack. There's a ton of spray cans...]

8Db

[lamorteblanc]

I see.

[ Fishing through his trunk in turn. Relieved to find his suit there completely. Mental note to change when he's alone though. Glancing back at Mark however. Best to make a good first impression. ]

I don't think I quite caught your name.