001 || so we didn't screw up as badly as we could've

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Characters: Jade Strider and all of the people
Setting: Room 2-01, Floor 30, Cafeteria
Format: Starting action, but I'll do whatever!
Summary: Jade wakes up in the tower, and has quite the day before she finally makes it to the network terminals.
Warnings: Probably foul language and violence against generic Tower monsters, will update if needed

[Room 2-01]
[Her waking up is rather uneventful. One minute she'd dragging some needles across a giant disc while talking on and off to Eridan, the next minute she's... well, asleep apparently. It's admittedly a bit blurry and blinding since she doesn't have her sunglasses on, so those are the first thing she reaches for.

She simply skims the letters without much of a care (yeah yeah the world is over she's got it whatever), and she makes her way towards the trunk at the end of her bend. She quickly wrestles the white suit off to put on her pants and red atom shirt (she didn't really feel up to Godliness at the moment), and starts shuffling through the trunk for the rest of her belongings.]

[Floor 30-- Perpetual Nighttime]
[In a dramatic stroke of Jade Strider Luck, Jade ended up falling plop down on the floor when the staircase fell, letting out an unceremonious yelp. She recovered quick enough, standing up and... it was a toss up between looking at everything tinted dark and looking at everything blurry, so she hazarded a chance her eyesight might've improved with the whole god tier thing, and propper the sunglasses up on her forehead.

Not that it... helped much, so she just opted to keep walking until she found the staircase. And that was when she noticed she stepped on something and holy shit ow her foot ow ow ow-]

What the--!! [She'd been smart enough at least to bring her gun with her, and immediatelly whipped it out while she tied to clumsily jump away from whatever was at her feet, and started shooting blindly at where she thought the black blob of evil might be.]

[Floor One-- Cafeteria]
[It was quite the trial to actually get down to the cafeteria, and she had dutifully eaten the oatmeal she had been handed because son of a bitch she was hungry. The oatmeal wasn't quite enough to satiate her appetite for the moment though, and now she had an...interesting looking egg in front of her. And it was black and shiney and she was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be.

Right now she was just kind of poking it and looking at it distastefully.]

Comments

[geometry]

[Siiiiiigh.]

Are you familiar with the concept of a caste system?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

I think I slept through that history class.

[She sleeps through a lot of history though.]

[geometry]

[Judging tbh.]

It's a system wherein individuals are placed at one spot or another on a social ladder of sorts, some below others. Alternia does this by virtue of blood color. I... I'm on the bottom rungs.

[...Wow. That's it? That's it. Well done, JStri. Somehow you managed to stop Equius from monologuing.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[It's a gift.

She does wait a while before speaking though, as if expecting him to continue.]

...What, that it? That's dumb. [She's like a goddamn philosopher.] I thought you guys were supposed to be an advanced alien civilization.

[geometry]

[...Oh, wait, there we go.]

We are an advanced alien civilization. It's important. There are twelve possible blood colors, of which I am third from the bottom. Yellow. I know what I need to do with my life by virtue of being a yellowblood, and I'm going to do it, because it just works. Everything has a place. And, yes, it means that some paths are limited because of blood color, but that really doesn't matter. Because when people try to surpass or change what's been set out for no good reason, then other people start firing at them, and that's how uprisings start.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

You're doing it because "it just works." [Air quotes and everything. We are not amused, although it's hard to tell behind that affected air of nonchalance.]

There wouldn't be uprisings if they didn't force a bunch of people into the lower class for something you can't control. What if there's this guy that's like, the most brilliant military strategist you've ever seen at the age of ten, and but he's got the bottom blood color. Wouldn't it be better for him to be a Colonel than some dude with a high blood color that spends all his time trying to figure out how to work a gun?

[Two can play at this talking-a-lot game!!]

[geometry]

Well obviously they wouldn't accept anyone who doesn't know how to operate the weaponry, highblood or not.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Yeah, but if it's down to just two guys, and the high blood CAN operate a gun, by your logic the high blood's better qualified even if the low blood knows more, right? That doesn't make shit sense.

[geometry]

It's not my logic, it's the Empire's logic, and the Empire's logic has conquered thousands of civilized planets, thank you very much.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

So? What's the Empire's hardcore imperialism gotta do with you?

[geometry]

Everything. As a troll, I am part of the Empire. And even if it's physically gone now, due to the game, that doesn't mean that its practices are invalid.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Haha, like fuck it don't! This place is mostly populated by pink squishy humans from what I can see. We used to have an economy, but that means shit all here, and there's not even a king or a queen or a president or a dictator in charge of this place. As far as I can see it's fair game, bro!

[geometry]

But...

[He has no argument.]

[Equius Zahhak has no Empire argument.]

[Well done, JStri. The rest of the tower will now regard you as some kind of god.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Hah! See, you got nothing!

[And she can't help a grin and a small point of her finger, though there's nothing mean-spirited about it at least.]

[geometry]

Be quiet.

[Don't rub it in his face, jeez.]

[reddeadvirtuoso]

It's OK bro, we can't all be right all the time.

[She's trying really hard not to go "neener neener neener" so instead she's just gonna go on with the maze.]

[geometry]

[He's still kind of really peeved about that whole thing, but Jade is also in front, so she can just carry on with leading him around, he guesses. That's cool too. He keeps glancing behind him, though, as if something is following -- or could appear at any moment. Which it could. What a sensible boy.]