towerofanimus | FIIRST GEAR ♊ savior of the waking world

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FIIRST GEAR ♊ savior of the waking world

Characters: Anonlux and YOU.
Setting: Assorted places around the dorms, cafeteria, and media floor.
Format: I'm starting in prose, but I'll match.
Summary: The tower adds one very confused nullblood to its extensive arsenal.
Warnings: Not... many? Possibly language, but that's about it.

[Dorm levels]

As of that moment, Sollux Captor was probably the only person who didn’t know the story – another weird alien kid, waking up in an empty room garnished for four, in a jumpsuit that he definitely hadn’t fallen asleep in. If he had fallen asleep at all… yeah, no he hadn’t. If he could hiss at the light hitting his eyes, he would have; god, where were his glasses? Nowhere on his face, he could be sure. Sollux would have really liked the sleep paralysis to be spent checking out his surroundings, but it passed with his eyes burning instead; so when it finally ended, he all but jumped to his feet. All four wardrobes were empty, as were three of the trunks. In the fourth he found some of his own possessions, and yes – right on top, his glasses. Sollux wasted no time in putting them on.

He took his time getting out of the room. It seemed not everything was in his trunk; a disappointment, to be sure, but he could deal. At the very least, his bracelets were there, as was his sword and a few throwing stars. There was also his tablet there, and almost out of habit, he tried booting it up; Internet was gone. Dead. He dropped it back on top of the spare clothes and turned his attention back to the weaponry. Equipping it all in his distressingly empty sylladex (except for the bracelets, which obviously went around his wrists), Sollux pitched out into the great big unknown, opening some of the doors on the five floors that seemed to make up this dormitory complex. They were all more or less like his, though not all of them were unoccupied.

[Cafeteria]

The expectation was that he would reach the bottom floor, find the front desk, and inquire as to what the actual fuck was going on here. As it turned out, a front desk did not exist. After bugging random people for random reasons, he reached the first dormitory level to find that the staircase? It kept going. It kept going a lot. Not about to run on down the god-knows-how-many floors to the bottom, Sollux hopped onto the nearby elevator, and pressed the only button available – labeled ‘1’. Lobby? Had to be, considering this was obviously a tower.

…It wasn’t a lobby. Not even close.

As usual, he inspected the place for a little while, feeling the walls and looking under tables and wandering all over the place. From the way he was acting, it didn’t take much detective work to figure out that he was the fresh meat. But eventually he did find his way over to the counter, and the suspicions were confirmed as he was immediately handed a bowl of oatmeal and told to eat.

He said he would and took it back to an empty table, prodding at it with a spoon. Instincts told him never to deny free food, but he still had no idea what was going on past those worthless little letters; they mentioned eating down here, but should he? Was it poisoned with something? Wary, he decided to sit in his corner and watch others eat instead. He would be able to survey them better that way; if anyone else was eating the oatmeal and not a writhing mess on the floor, then he would take his chances.

Seemed like no one would touch it, though… odd…

[Media room]

And then no one was surprised.

Sollux was immediately pulled away from his adventure back up the tower. The movies and music were almost completely ignored, in favor of the video game shelf; there was nothing handheld here, but he didn’t complain. Console games were a very rare commodity to someone with no actual home. He noticed the differences in otherwise-recognizable series, but only vaguely; most of them had humans on the cover, so they probably weren’t from his world.

Next thing he knows, it’s god-knows-what PM and he’s still playing this shit. So much for exploring the tower.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Rose could certainly work on her remixes in the comfort of her dorm - her laptop might not have internet anymore but the required software for music Frankensteining still worked just fine. however, the stuff in the tower's media room was a little bit nicer and came with the added bonus of harassing whoever else was unlucky enough to be using the room at the time.

so she's unperturbed by seeing someone fully occupied with video gaming when she enters the room; instead of turning tail and leaving she strolls through, lightly whacking Sollux in the back of the head as she passes him in order to get his attention]

Head's up, asshole. Shit's going to get loud and stay that way for a while.

[Sollux ducks neatly forward when he realizes she's got her arm out to hit him. He then resumes playing once she's passed. Seriously, Tower, step up your game; he's dodged much harder blows than that.]

Noted. Thanks a bunch.

[Who even needs sound to play a video game? Certainly not Sollux Captor. If this girl wants to blow his ears out with Troll Justin Bieber or whatever she's into, that's fine by him. He can just sit here in his little corner and they can be social disasters together.]

[Rose would almost be upset if she was actually trying to be speedy. as it is she takes a seat at the music-y tech stuff and boots up the editing programs.]

No problem. Just figured I'd let you get any bitching about other people using free space out of the way before you fuck up my crescendos.

[and with that she decaptchas a flurry of sheet music from her sylladex, neatly moving to arrange them in the order she wants]

I don't care. Kill your auditory complex all you like, don't let me stop you. [And that's all he intends to give her on the matter. But the paper catches his attention, so he turns in his chair to look over at her. What could she possibly need with it when she's just listening to-- oh.]

What, you're actually going to make the music?

[she turns to give him the driest of looks] Yes, I'm going to make the music. It's funny, but some people have creative hobbies! It must be a shock for you.

I don't care about your creative hobbies unless they involve new ways to kill shit. [He doesn't care about a lot of things, apparently.] I thought you were just going to blast me with some human pop-rock anthems or whatever. Sue me.

I would if I actually cared what a basement-dwelling alien expected from the shit I do. But considering your range of interests seems about as wide as an amoeba that'd be too close to kicking a cripple down the stairs.

My range of interests revolves mostly around useful things. [Hand-eye coordination, bitch.] So y'know, unless you want to go rally up the free people of the world and plot a massive rebellion, then have fun with that.

Massive rebellions rarely work because the free people of the world are as a majority complete idiots. If you were actually useful you'd know that already, but I guess real-time strategies aren't one of your favorite virtual timesinks.

[god somebody she'll stop arguing with strangers. today is not that day.]

Oh, I noticed that a long time ago. But aren't you humans supposed to be all hopeful and woolbeast-like until someone tells you what to do? [That's the impression he got from his humans, anyway.]

Most of us are too busy being grade a assholes to play the whole too stupid to live thing. Not to say there aren't any since I seem to get stuck with all of them, but it's not a majority.

[although she'll posit that everyone else is STUPID AS SHIT no matter their personalities]

Then I've been duped by the same guy you have. We got four whole opportunities to restore my faith in your people, and you'd think at least one could tie their own shoelaces without causing a national emergency, right? Nope. Every single one is physically incapable of doing something that isn't a telltale sign of stone-cold retardation. [Meanwhile, something explodes on screen, and Sollux actually grins. He decides to ignore the hypocrisy that's practically gushing from his mouth.]

I'm going out on a limb and assume that you've been dicking around with Sburb players, in which case you really should have known better. There's literally no timeline in which the majority of a human session isn't filled with sociopaths and too-trusting morons.

[she rolls her eyes a little, deleting a line of music] Not that I really think impressing you assholes is a good benchmark for a species' success.

At least your lot had the luxury of a separate session.

[...Remember when he said that all of his humans are morons? He meant it.]

[that makes her pause and look over for a moment] Wait, you fuckers all had to play together?

[aaaaaaaand then she snorts] Now that's a doomed timeline if I ever heard one.

[He leans back and groans.] Tell me about it. [There were so many problems with that timeline it isn't even funny.]

I'd love to but I can only see mine. Guess my imagination will have the fill in all the blanks.

[she smirks. her session may have sucked but at least it was salvageable]

Shouldn't be too hard. Just take everything that everyone could possibly fuck up and you'll hit pretty close to the mark.

[Coincidentally, the way he salvaged his timeline was going back into the past and making himself not do something that was a telltale sign of stone-cold retardation. That made his session 'healthy' again, and so there was no reason to link up with the kids. ...No saving theirs', though.]

But there's so much variety in fuckups; I'd never be able to think up every possibility on my own before I fucking keel over.

[she'd be simultaneously impressed and irked at that move if she knew, Sollux. Rose won't admit it but she's got a deep-down GOTTA SAVE EVERYOOOOOONE complex going on.]

Eh. Put in as many as your feeble brain can handle, and then just assume for everything else.

[Hey, if it's any consolation, troll!you was the same way. Except she was also the one who had the idea to link up the sessions in the first place. Sorry about that.]

My feeble brain thinks that's a suggestion coming from someone with a brain on life support, but I'm sure that you know what you're talking about. Not like trolls haven't proven themselves to be even bigger dumbasses than us in the past or anything.

[well she doesn't have much fondness for any alternate versions of herself. insecurities sure do make life difficult!]

I call hoofbeastshit. You can't be a bigger dumbass than the humans, it's just not possible. [...He says as he spends his eighth consecutive hour playing inferior human video games.]

And yet you've all done it. Truly the greatest fucking triumph your species has ever achieved.

Look, my species is stupid. Yours is stupider. [Because he's totally an expert on human psychology after dealing with four maladjusted thirteen-year-olds.]

You fuckers created us so I think that the onus is all on you. All our stupidity just loops back to dump itself on the dumbasses who started this whole shitstorm.

[because she's definitely an expert on trolls after telling the majority of them to fuck off]

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