In Comes An Angry Bird

[birdinthehand]

Characters: Ankh and you! (Open)
Setting: Room 1-16 and around the dorms, Floor 1 cafeteria, Floor 19 library
Format: Either is fine.
Summary: Just the usual waking up in a weird place and reacting poorly to it.
Warnings: Possible violence, as Ankh is irritable and likes to hit things.


[Option A - Room and Dorms]

The new resident of room 1-16 is reacting poorly to... well... just about everything. He's scowling the moment he's free from the sleep paralysis, he's sneering as he reads the letter that was left atop him, and he's shouting as he lashes out at the room around him.

"What the hell is this?!"

If there's no one present to give him an answer, he'll storm out into the hall, still in the default white bodysuit and still clutching that letter.

"Hey! HEY! What the hell's going on?! Eiji? EIJI?!"

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[Option B - Floor 1 cafeteria]

By the time he makes it down to the cafeteria, Ankh has calmed down a tad. He had gone back to the room, found his trunk, changed into some proper clothing, and decided to explore this place that fate had plunked him into. An elevator trip to the very bottom floor had gotten him down to the first floor, and thus to the kitchen and cafeteria that was there. Okay. Sure. He could go for something to eat after all of that yelling. Like ice cream.

He refused the bowl of oatmeal that had been handed to him. (Which is to say that he simply dropped it on the nearest table and walked away from it.) Instead he hopped the counters and sidestepped any kitchen staff, and went right for the freezers. Freezers that held nothing but disappointment.

"There's nothing?" Nutrition bars. Nutrition bars as far as the eye could see. Perhaps you'll find him still staring in shock. Or instead, after the shock wears off, you'll catch him angrily tossing boxes and piles of bars aside, desperate to locate so much as a freezer-burnt popsicle.

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[Option C - Floor 19 research library]

With the cafeteria and its lack of frozen treats behind him, Ankh had continued on his mission to explore the tower. He had made it higher than here, sure, but had come back down again when some weird force kept him from manifesting his wings for far longer than he'd have liked. Screw that. A library was a fine enough place to perch for now. It had shelves he could sit atop, and books he could attempt to peer through for information. If he couldn't fly out and couldn't see an exit, then he'd sit and watch and learn everything that he could.

If you're wandering by, you might get hit by a flying book when he gets frustrated with a dry and boring text that isn't telling him what he really wants to know.

Comments

B

[chronomancer]

[This is what we call a troll, Ankh. This is what we call a troll eating a nutrition bar and staring at the wall like it holds the secrets of the universe. Or like he's about to fall asleep on his feet. Either or. It's been a long few days weeks months TIME, okay. So he's a little tired and the cardboard food isn't helping much. It takes him a moment to figure out something's wrong, what with the angry shoving of boxes and stuff. And then, because Eridan is Eridan and will never stop being Eridan, he walks into the kitchen, still nibbling on a nutrition bar. Yeah, he's kind of dead on his feet but hey, he could possibly help someone!]

Everythin' okay?

[birdinthehand]

[Ankh has seen all kinds of crazy crap in his time. Horns? Grey skin? Yeah, whatever, just another monster from some kind of intergalactic empire, or forged from the negative emotions of blah blah blah... whatever. He snorts, then tosses one of those stupid nutrition bars at the troll.]

There's no ice cream.

[And he steps forward and over the mess that he made, closing in on the newcomer.]

Who builds a fridge this big and doesn't put ice cream in it?!

[chronomancer]

Ah yeah. The food.

[Eridan shrugs lightly, sighing.]

It's okay, it's just this month.

[Because that explains everything, right.]

[birdinthehand]

What?

[That doesn't make sense. That doesn't explain squat. He kicks another stray nutrition bar at the troll, still advancing.]

"Just this month?" What's that mean?!

[chronomancer]

[He sidesteps that one too, not particularly in the mood to let himself be hit. He's a bit tired, you understand. He doesn't seem overly intimidated by the approach.]

The menu changes every month. It's usually not so bad.

[birdinthehand]

Is there usually ice cream?

[This is the most important thing to know. Really.

He turns his head and looks the troll up and down, easily thinking of other things to get all demanding and question-y about.]

So what are you supposed to be?

[chronomancer]

[He shrugs again.]

Maybe? I don't know what icecream is.

[He just figured it was food because... well, the context helped a lot. Don't judge him for being a desert kid, man. He snorts at the look, casually hooking his hands in the back pockets of his pants, slouching a little.]

I'm a troll. Name's Eridan.

[birdinthehand]

You don't...

[He looks faintly taken aback. And then looks away, expression as sour as ever, obviously not impressed. But there will be no further elaboration, because if there's one thing that Ankh isn't, it's helpful.]

...A troll. Hn, like in human stories? Or something else?

[Probably something else. Probably something worth knowing. And it probably wasn't worth it to try to knock this guy's block off. Not now, not yet.]

[chronomancer]

Alien, actually.

[He arches an eyebrow and notices the courtesy of a name was not returned. Hmph. Well, he's tired and cranky and you're not a very nice person, Ankh, so he sees no reason not to troll the shit out of you...]

You know, the aliens that created the human universe.

[birdinthehand]

Alien. [There's a little twitch of his head to the left as he takes that in. Alien made sense. Alien seemed legitimate.

He wasn't sure if the rest was legitimate. But he wasn't sure that he cared. There's no real change in his expression.]

And now you're stuck in this tower, too. Hmmph. Pitiful, for one of the aliens that 'created the human universe'.

[chronomancer]

Oh, we're not stuck here. We were stuck home, and then we came here.

[He snorts.]

It's like vacation, really. Just with more murder and despair.

[birdinthehand]

[Ankh snorts, too!] Vacation. I've had vacations like that. I don't want another one.

So can you leave? Can anyone leave? I've heard that the letter is a lie.

[chronomancer]

Oh sure you can leave.

[A snort.]

But you won't like the alternative anymore than this.

[birdinthehand]

What's the alternative?

[It's asked very flatly. He's already pretty sure that the alternative is going to be horrible in some fashion.]

[chronomancer]

A trip into a fuckin' dead wasteland.

[birdinthehand]

[Yup. There we go. Pretty much on par with where his expectations were sitting at this point.]

I'll take my chances here.

[chronomancer]

Yeah, most people make that choice when it comes up.

[He snorts.]

At least there's shit to do here.

[birdinthehand]

Oh? Like what?

[Ankh hadn't gotten farther than this floor, after all. He still has so much horrible exploration left to do.

He looks very skeptical that there's anything worthwhile to do here.]

[chronomancer]

Explore. Kill things. Get killed by things. Watch movies.

[A small pause.]

Make friends.

[birdinthehand]

[The first four options, he took in with the same passively dismissive look on his face. That last one got a reaction. He snorted. He turned away. He picked up one of those nutrition bars, and threw it back onto the shelf. Then he started to walk out.]

'Make friends'...

[Apparently, there is no friend-making happening today.]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan gave Ankh a grin full of teeth.]

Or make enemies, that works just as well.