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

[hardbody]

[This is good information, and it encourages him to keep shoveling the stuff down.] Thanks for letting me know. I was about to give up and throw it away.

[forceless]

Heh, no problem. I know the feeling. [And he casually shovels some of the whatever he took from the cafeteria into his mouth. And at least has manners enough to finish eating that before speaking again.]

It's pretty bland, but it's not the worst thing out here.

[hardbody]

[dryly.] From what I've learned, I'd say this is the least of my worries.

[forceless]

Well there's monsters, blackouts, weird mad science experiments, and sometimes the floor falls out underneath you.

[Juuuust another Tuesday.]

[hardbody]

And there's nothing anyone can do about it, huh?

[forceless]

Not really. You can fight the monsters most of the time, but as for the experiments... [A sigh.] The people in charge don't really care about giving us a break.