towerofanimus | 🌙 01

Characters: Dojima and anyone
Setting: Room 3-18 first, cafeteria next, then the infirmary, then back to his room. He can be interacted with on his way to and from any of these as well.
Format: No matter
Summary: Intro post! Dojima refuses to believe his world is gone, explores a bit, looks for painkillers and goes back to the dorm to think.
Warnings: None yet.

Room 3-18

After Enoch's departure, Dojima picked up the two notes again, his mind still reeling. "Be happy", it said. What bullshit. How could he be happy without Nanako? Especially given that she was still in the hands of that psycho, Namatame! That made his blood boil just thinking about it! He angrily crumpled the letter and the condescending instructions into a tight ball and tossed them against the far wall. It didn't bring Nanako back, but it made him feel a little bit better.

Floor 1

After finding himself unable to dress on his own on account of not being able to bend over, Dojima resigned himself to leave his room in that ridiculously skin-tight sci-fi outfit he was wearing to make his way to the cafeteria. Suspiciously, there was a bowl of whitish glop bearing his name waiting for him...

Floor 2

Thank god for direction signs. Dojima was all too eager to get something to relieve his pain, so he headed for the infirmary. He wasn't so hot on seeing yet another doctor and nurses, but the growing pain in his chest and back were reason enough to risk it.

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"It's weird, isn't it. For some reason they stopped giving food." Questions like that were easy enough to answer, if only because their main topic was food. Rin stared at a spot on the wall behind the man's head. Even if there wasn't any food, he still wanted to keep the guy company.

He was prepared to leave if, say, the man wanted some food privacy (if such a thing existed) but the open invitation was an unexpected blessing. It would have been stupid (and thoughtless) to refuse an invitation to join in a meal, that much he was sure about. Whether that was his stomach thinking for him or not, he wasn't sure.

Rin followed him, spoon and bowl in hand. "Thanks, but are you sure? You won't get a lot afterward..." If he was taught anything by his guardian, it was that one kind act deserved another. "I'll help you around this place. There are monsters on some of the floors, so I can watch your back for you."

"I'm sure." He sat very carefully, with a grunt. "I'm not all that hungry."

Once seated, he poured a little under half of his bowl into the kid's before he began picking at the mixture. It was bland, nearly tasteless, and it made him feel a little queasy. He really missed Nanako's cooking right now.

"No food, monsters on the floors... this is confirming more and more that this isn't the work of a saviour," he thought out loud between two bites of oatmeal. "Have you been here for long?"

"Hopefully you won't be later." Rin reaches into his pockets and pulls out half of a bar he managed to save. It's wrapping has been crumpled and the bar seems to have been ripped in half, but it's still edible. He places it on the table pushes it toward the new man. "Here. Save it for another time."

He listened carefully to his musings. A statement like that didn't need a verbal confirmation. Rin nodded and went right on enjoying his share until he was expected to reply. He finished the last of the oatmeal before too long, scrapping up even the bits that stuck to the bowl. "...I don't know. It was a completely different month before I got here. About three weeks maybe, and the only food around were those bowls of oatmeal."

Dojima took the offered bar with a nod. "Thanks. I have a feeling it'll be useful later on."

He nodded again, slowly, as he listened to the kid answer his question after nearly licking his bowl clean. Clearly he had been much more hungry than Dojima. "Whoever "saved" us, they're pretty damn twisted, letting young people like you go hungry."

Rin only smiles in response. "I'm Rin Okumura, by the way. Who are you?"

He leans back in his seat, mostly content with the small meal he's been granted. "...We haven't even seen them, whoever they are." He hadn't noticed how hungry he really was until the meal. It made him even more grateful that this person was kind enough to share.

"They didn't even say what they "saved" us from, if anything." As far as Rin knew, his world was perfectly fine. He didn't want to consider a possibility where the ones in charge were right.

"I'm Ryotaro Dojima, from Inaba." He put his spoon down, having finished his insipid meal.

"You'd think if they had saved us, they'd want to meet us." Unless of course they hadn't, or if they were responsible for the destruction of worlds.

"Inaba? That's even further south than Kyoto." Not that he made a habit of pointing out the obvious, but there was a second question he had. "Do you own a farm over there?"

It'd make sense for a captor to see its captives. It was pretty suspicious that it hadn't happened yet. "Yeah, you'd think! But I bet they're the sort of people who like to play crazy games."

"I don't. I'm a police officer. Inaba is rural, but not that rural." They were some farms, but not in town.

"I'm not too eager to find out exactly what kind of crazy games they wish to play with us,to be honest," he said, not reassured at all.

🌙 01 - Introduction

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Aaaa how did I miss this???