SO YOU FEEL ENTITLED TO A SENSE OF CONTROL

[hardbody]

Characters: Zelgadis Greywords & you, perhaps
Setting: Room 3-06, then various places in the Tower
Format: Action
Summary: There's a new ... chimera ... in town, and he's wandering about in a (grumpy, frustrated) daze

[He's woken up; he's recovered from the paralysis; he's read the letters.  Now he's standing by what is, ostensibly, his bed now, trying to recover from shock and dismay.  To be honest, he doesn't believe that his world's been destroyed for a second--or perhaps he just refuses to believe it.  Doing so would mean accepting a reality in which the Monster race got what it wanted, after all, and that just couldn't be tolerated.

It was rapidly clear that very little was tolerable about his new circumstances, in fact.  He paces the room in agitation, noting its features, questioning whoever happens to come in or already be there.]

 
[This floor looks promising.  He'll be wandering the stacks, searching for information, and occasionally sitting down with a book that looks relevant or interesting.  While he quickly realizes that nothing here actually illuminates his situation, he keeps paging through the books anyway.  This is obviously a new world, with its own strange history and rules, and maybe he can find SOMETHING of use here, even if it's not specifically about the tower.]




[Ugh.  Oatmeal.  

Zelgadis pulls down his hood and takes off his mask to eat this gruel, frowning suspiciously the entire time.]

Comments

[alephbet]

The books are thicker. That's about all I can say about that, since I only glanced and it's my first day.

[hardbody]

Same here. [which means neither of them know much of anything about what's happened to them. He shuts the book with a snap and replaces it on the shelf.] I take it you woke up with a note about a destroyed world, too.

[alephbet]

Right. I don't really believe it.

[hardbody]

I'm not sure I do, either, but it really doesn't matter if we can't leave.

[alephbet]

It matters a little to me. I worked hard making sure it wasn't destroyed before.

[hardbody]

So did I. But we can't go back, so there's no point in dwelling on it.

[alephbet]

Have you already given up?

[hardbody]

Of course not. I'm focusing on the problem at hand.

[alephbet]

Fair enough.

How much do you know about the layout of this tower?

[hardbody]

Not much. I took the elevator straight down from the room I woke up in. [pause ...] I did hear some strange noises as the elevator descended, though ...

[alephbet]

You'll want to be prepared for some of the floors if you ever take the stairs. And if anything looks dangerous, you'll want to stay on the staircase and keep going instead of press your luck.

[hardbody]

What have you found?

[alephbet]

[Aleph has a mind for maps, mazes, and hidden pits. His COMP's auto-mapper could only get him so far.]

A forest with mutated animals on the sixth floor. Bloody handprints on floor seventeen - I hurried past that one to get the screaming out of my ears. Floor thirty had monsters even when I passed in what should have been daytime. Thirty-seven was pitch black and I could hear living things - again, I didn't step onto that floor.

[hardbody]

So they're trying to kill us.

[alephbet]

At least it's obvious that they wouldn't mind.