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[papadojima]

Characters: Ryotaro Dojima and you!
Setting: Dorm Room 3-18
Format: Any
Summary: Dojima is seeing worrying thing in his room.
Warnings: None so far.

Aside from the few times where he went out to look for Nanako, Dojima had not left his room much at all since he's arrived in the Tower. He's mainly stayed in his room, away from all the monsters, resting to heal, taking morphine when he felt bad and making his health bar last. He was fortunate that his medication made him too queasy to eat most of the time. Still, his hunger worried him, though not as much as the state of his room. Earlier, two robot-like workers had come into the room, cleaned up and changed two of the beds, emptied the trunks and left without a word. It was like his two other roommates had never existed at all.

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[stop_calling_me_zelda]

Tetra was exploring a lot more now that the power was back on, rather than hanging around her room and scrounging up food. It hadn't been any worse than the times she and her crew couldn't make port but it had still sucked. She peeked into the room, seeing if she spotted any familiar faces and spotted Dojima. She hadn't met him but he looked miserable so she put her hands on her hips.

"'hoy! Ya look like crap. Don't you know that when yer sick ya gotta drink water'n stuff? And eat soup?"

[papadojima]

Dojima winced a little. Scolded by a child who was right? That stung. He did have sort of an excuse, though... "Food's been hard to come by, lately." To not say nonexistent. But since he was feeling less in pain and taking less morphine, he did have to admit he was getting quite hungry. "Do you know where I can find soup?"

[stop_calling_me_zelda]

If it made him feel any better, Tetra had spent a lot of time basically caring for herself. With the help of her crew.

"Tower seems t'be mostly back t'normal. So food ain't hard t'get anymore. I dunno about where to find soup though but I can make some. Probably vegetable soup though because I ain't that great at huntin' or anything."

She could fish though but sick people didn't usually like eating fish or other meaty foods so she didn't suggest it.

[papadojima]

It does, and it reminds him of Nanako. In fact, her offering to cook for him also reminds him of Nanako, who cooks all his meals with her big bro since Dojima can't cook. He doesn't know if he should be happy or sad to be reminded of her.

"Please, if you would."

[stop_calling_me_zelda]

"Alright then. Come on down to the cafeteria with me, it'd get cold if I carry it all th'way up here once it's done."

Someone didn't like or trust the elevators. Mostly because they didn't exist in her world so she has no idea what to make of them and she wasn't going to take any unnecessary risks.

[papadojima]

Dojima carefully got out of bed, but more easily than in previous days. He also had managed previously to take his clothes from his trunk and put them on, so he was no longer wearing the white spacesuit of his arrival. Yes, that also means he had slept with his shoes on no to have to bend over again.

Once on his feet, he walked to the young girl to follow her. "What's your name?"

[stop_calling_me_zelda]

Not that Tetra could blame him. She got pretty lazy at times too, rather than finding pajamas or asking someone to make some for her. No one would catch her dead in some stupid nightgown.

"Me? Oh yeah, I'm Tetra. And you?" She even gave a little salute with two fingers and her trademark wink.

[miseris_socios]

Ken's been wandering around, checking the rooms both to see if there's someone new he knows and to see if he can catch anyone else from Jason's pod to see if they're okay. When he passes the room, he stops in the doorway, looking at Dojima. His features look kind of - well. A little bit familiar, but he knows he doesn't know the guy...

... He's possibly staring for a little too long, though.

[papadojima]

Dammit, another child in this godforsaken place? It made Dojima sick to his stomach. Poor kid. "Are you lost?"

[miseris_socios]

Ken took a defensive step back, hand going to his Evoker.

"No. Just looking for people."

[papadojima]

"Such as? Maybe I've heard of them." Why are you so defensive, he just wants to help.

[miseris_socios]

Because that's the way he is. Sob. Well aside from Strega... "Kanji Tatsumi and Yu Narukami."

[papadojima]

Has he ever heard of them both. "I know them but I haven't seen them yet, sorry. Yu is my nephew, and Tatsumi's his friend... but I guess you knew that."

/leaves heart here... yep

[pitiedthefool]

Both Naoya and Adachi-san had mentioned that he was here, but after the last month of hell... he was torn until at least, the worry won out over all else. He doesn't trust Adachi at all - in fact, he hates the murdering bastard - but he knew he wouldn't lie about something like this. What would he have to gain from it?

He'd left a strong of paper cranes once when he had been leaving one or two at his friends' doors on Monday. Dojima had likely been asleep and he didn't want to disturb him when he knew he had been to have been in pain. This time, however... it's different. This time, he's carried two bowls of oatmeal and some fruit. Cooking had always been a way he calmed himself, especially after Nanako-

He couldn't finish the thought; the ring on his finger felt like it was burning him by looking back on that horrid month. Why they had to pull him from then, regardless of the alternate realities... Dammit, Zo.

"...Ojisan." It was the only thing he could bring himself to say, hesitating even now at the door. He wasn't the same Yu Dojima knew, but he could still sense that same bond. Even beyond his hidden regrets.

/patpat heart

[papadojima]

The door was half-open, this time, and though Dojima couldn't see his nephew, he'd recognize his voice anywhere by now.

"Yu? You're... you're really here???"

He wanted to ask how he felt, if he had seen Nanako, how she was, what he knew about the Tower, how to get the hell out, but the surprise and shock of having his nephew at his door was so great he couldn't bring himself to speak a single word.

/patted...how long do you think before Diarahan is a thing

[pitiedthefool]

"Yeah." It was a simple enough answer as he nudged the door open the rest of the way with his foot. He'd been here for a long time, and it probably showed in how he held himself. He's tired, hadn't slept well since they'd gotten back exempting the one time he passed out in front of a certain goddess... but he was still there. Couldn't hide forever, right?

"Naoya and Adachi-san mentioned you were here... Sorry I couldn't visit sooner."

Yu managed a faint smile, trying to lighten the mood as he entered... if it were allowed, he'd place the two bowls on the table next to Dojima's bed. He'll be here a while; might as well catch up.

"How are you feeling?"

Not long I bet.

[papadojima]

"You don't have to apologize, Yu." Dojima probably wouldn't have been very good company anyway, but today he was sober and feeling better, though he wasn't completely healed yet. Not to mention he's visibly lost weight thanks to his self-inflicted fast. That bowl of oatmeal and those fruits are very welcome right now.

"I've had better days, I've had worse days. Stupid ribs," he said, groaning a little as he sat up in bed. "What about you? You look terrible. Did something happen?"

...Yep. Next tag, most likely.

[pitiedthefool]

He would have been better company than what he had to contend with for an entire month, that much Yu was certain of. He took note of Dojima's state, and had it not been for them somehow all reverting back to the way they were before their ordeal had begun, Yu was certain he would be in the same shape... broken ribs, internal injuries, hole in his skull and all.

"...You can say that." He couldn't lie about it, but he personally was a lot better off than he would have been, had Naoto and Kanji didn't need him to be strong for them... had Yosuke not metaphysically smacked him when he almost gave up. But then, he wasn't most people and that place had been hell for many of them. "Most of us who disappeared last month went through a lot the last four weeks."

In fact, part of him was... surprised that it didn't hurt to do even the smallest things.

Re: ...Yep. Next tag, most likely.

[papadojima]

"Shit. I knew this place was bad news."

He put a hand on Yu's shoulder, giving him a paternal squeeze, looking him straight in the eye. "Whatever it was, I'm proud of you for making it through." He probably couldn't understand exactly what Yu had been through. What mattered to him right now is that he promised himself to help next time, whatever condition he may be in.

Early morning on the 6th.

[warriorscribe]

Inexplicably (he thought), Enoch was afraid of dying.

He'd felt the relief of death-as-release at long last two nights ago, when that creature had skinned his upper body (giving up at the jeans and figuring half a job was better than none) and left him to lie there paralyzed until another monster came along.

But even with that, even with nobody to survive for, he finds anxiety settling heavily in his stomach (he still had that, right?). He wasn't even sure anything had happened at first, so he'd continued looking for a little while in the hopes that he wasn't too late. But when it became apparent his original mealtime had passed, he'd gone to the restaurant to ask. He was told he'd failed to pay and had been penalized, but not what that penalty was. He didn't realize the infirmary was such, alien as a modern physician's workplace was to him. So he decided to head back towards the dorms. That's when it started - the pain, the weakness, the dizziness...he knew something inside him was gone, but what?

It's in this state, making his way slowly along the wall, unhealthily pale and covered in a cold sweat, that he fumbled with the door and all but dragged himself inside, leaning on the doorframe for support as he closed his eyes through an unsettling spell of lightheadedness.

[papadojima]

Unaware of Enoch's problems, Dojima woke with a start as he heard the door being fumbled with and someone all but tumbled inside. Now healed thanks to Yu, he jumped out of bed, ready to defend himself from the intrusion. "Who's there?!"

[warriorscribe]

He might have had some kind of idea if he'd been there when he'd come in late in the morning on the 3rd with blood on his hands and a bleeding wound in his neck, which he wound gauze from his trunk around, and left again without a word.

Once again, wordlessly, Enoch raised his head to give Dojima a long, world-weary look and pushed himself around the doorframe, edging towards his bed.

[papadojima]

If only he hadn't been out looking for his daughter then...

Dojima rushed over to help the poor man, helping support him. "Shit, what happened to you???"

[warriorscribe]

His skin was most definitely not warm enough. He let Dojima guide him to his bed. A look of discomfort passed across his face as he sat down, and he pulled the waistband of his jeans away from his side. There was a slight distension there. Enoch pressed a finger to it, watching it shift.

[papadojima]

Holy crap, that wasn't normal at all. Nothing about this was normal at all! "What'd you do?"