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Characters: Satou and you!
Setting: Floors 25, 28 & 38
Format: Starting in prose, but will switch to match you!
Summary: Newbie Satou explores Block Two of the tower and make a general fool of herself while trying to be better than she is.
Warnings: Satou might start swearing

Floor 25
Being trapped in a tower meant only one thing for Satou; she had to get to the top. There was no logic involved in this decision beyond the fact that the top of a tower just seems like the place to be. Why make it so tall if you're not going to the top, right? Besides, she wants to know how tall the darned thing really is.
After eating her porridge, Satou began the long haul up the stairs. She had been zipping through floors until now, determined to set a new record for herself (by which we mean, her first record), but is drawn to a stop when she reaches floor 25.

"That's strange..." She cautiously leaves the staircase, stepping onto the floor and spinning to get a good look around. "I've never heard of a floor with a flower meadow..."

The Witch of Sins hesitated, then walked further into the room... Standing for a moment, then flopping onto her back without another word and staring up blankly.

"This joke is really stupid..."

Floor 28
Though she really was trying to get to the top as quickly as possible, Satou can't help but pause on this floor and admire the musical instruments. She watches them silently, her finger twitching at the memory of her old piano playing hobby, before quietly approaching and sliding that same finger over the surface of a piano's lid.

"I wonder if I'm allowed to play this...?" The witch's words slipped off her tongue without her thinking. Hearing herself speak helped Satou snap out of it, laughing nervously and pulling her hand back. "Wh-who am I kidding? I'm so terrible, they'd throw me out a window or something!"

Floor 38
Climbing up all of the floors was not an easy task. Though she only stopped on a couple floors to explore, the mere act of pulling herself up that staircase was exhausting. She's therefore not sure how she feels about arriving in what looks to be a lounge; she's been told her world has ended and here she is provided a place to put up her feet and rest!

After huffing in annoyance, Satou does just that. Hypocritical when she thinks so poorly of the offer, maybe, but she cannot deny that she's tired. It's only after she sits down that she will notice any other people in the lounge, prompting her to turn bright red and quickly stand up again while yelping an apologetic "S-sorry! I'll leave you be!" before turning and tripping over the couch she just sat on. Real classy, Satou.

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He spends no small amount of time on this floor, admiring the instruments. They remind him of home, more than a little.

He's looking at the harp, contemplating playing it, when he hears a voice.

"I don't think anyone will mind if you play," he absently says, inspecting the harp and running his fingers across the strings. "Except other people, perhaps, but I certainly wouldn't object."

"Oh,well-!" Satou's response was the cross between a surprised yelp and unconfident mumble as she took further steps back from the piano and threw her hands behind her back. Hopefully then she would not be tempted to touch it. "There are supposed to be a lot of people here, yeah? I'd hate to trouble even one of them..."

She turned to look at the stranger, noting his instrument of interest.

"Do you play the harp?"

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"I'm sure they won't mind. And if they do...well, you can't please everyone, can you? That's just how mortals are - how everyone is."

He plays a few notes, before lifting his hands off the strings, gazing at it wistfully.

"I used to, a little. But I didn't have too much time for music, back then."

He shrugs a little, and then smiles at Satou. "Do you play any other instruments beside the piano?"

The kind truth was a bit startling. Satou instinctively turned her gaze away to hide any traces of doubt that she had, and tried to cover up the movement by pretending to glance around at all of the other instruments.

"I used to play the violin." She responded, though she was very quick to tag along "But that was a long time ago! Mother gave the violin to my sister when we moved."

She hadn't touched either instrument in ages. Even the piano, which she'd have more time to bond with, was something she hadn't played except in empty hotel lobbies or piano shops when no one tried to stop her.

"Um, sorry though, but... I don't think I got your name? I'm Satou."

"The violin? It's a beautiful instrument. A good choice." He smiles at her, friendly, though he seems to have an air of melancholy about him.

"Satou? You must be from Japan somewhere, then. My name is...well, you can call me Monday."

He had another name once, but he can't really remember it. It's been such a long time since he used it.

Ven'd brought along some books to read with him in the lounge-- honestly, he was kind of running out of stuff to do, and there had been a lot of books back home he'd no doubt now missed out on. So he had been chilling rather lazily on one of the couches, and kind of... watches her for a bit as she apologizes. But when she falls over, he quickly sits up, sets the book on the cushion beside him, and makes to hurry over to her.

"H-- Hey, you OK?!" Geez gurrl, calm down. "No need to apologize, really...!"

"I'm okay! Just a bit hurt!" Satou's reply was muffled by the couch cushions she was quite literally faced with. At least they had provided a less painful fall then she may have otherwise endured. The witch corrected hrself, standing with a hand on her head and kept it there when bowing apologetically. "Sorry for the trouble! Are you okay? I didn't ruin your day, did I?"

He felt kind of bad for...apparently startling her, but at least she seemed to be OK!

"No, no I'm fine! I wasn't doing anything important or anything," He replied, waving his hands a bit and chuckling a bit to try and ease the tension. "It's not trouble at all, really."

"I-I see! Still I... I'm pretty sorry!" She could repeat that phrase forever, but would spare him having to hear it looped on repeat. After glancing around the room once more, making sure she had no one else to apologize to, Satou quietly and carefully lowered herself into the seat again. This act of conquering the chair that had tripped her seemed to finally soothe her nerves.

Take that, chair.

"Um but-! I'm... kinda new here, actually! Do people come up here often?"

Well at least she....was feeling better? You show that chair who's boss??

Although the fact that she was new basically explained a lot.

"Yeah... it's one of the safer floors, so people come here if they just want to hang out or relax, I guess. There are other normal floors like this too, though."

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