Mondays are never a good morning

[not_too_short]

Characters: Nicolas Brown and you!
Setting: Around the dorms and cafeteria
Format: Any way you like
Summary: In which Nic is finally up and grumps pokes around.
Warnings: Some colorful language abound

'Shit.'

That was the first thing Nic thought of as he woke up and immediately realized that he wasn't at the clinic. For one thing, it smelled somewhat nicer then the weird, medicinal scent of Dr. Theo's place. Doug, the other Twilight, wasn't right beside him. Neither was Nina, and she'd usually be there tending to him.

Kidnapped by goons from some small-time gang was ruled out, of course. Those types wouldn't have been skilled enough to get past the doctor, much less take one step towards the clinic. Being taken in by the Paul Klee Guild as punishment for the recent fight didn't make sense either. Sure, he went a little too far on overdosing and nearly killed Doug, but still-

His thoughts were cut off suddenly as his stomach growled.

'...damn it all.'

Ah, well. It couldn't be helped. With a groan, he got up and dashed off, looking for any sign as to where the cafeteria was, and if any of the people he knew were also around.

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Once Nic arrived at the cafeteria, he was a little shocked at how nice it is. Some were in line for whatever food was being handed out, while others were making their own. It almost made him want to cook something on his own too.

Keyword: almost. No way was he going to do that again, not since that incident with the stiff noodles.

After a momentary search on his friends whereabouts which ended up being fruitless, it was time to see what this place offered. And, what better way to start then by looking over some of the people's shoulders and seeing what's on their trays?

Comments

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer blinks. Sign language. The Grail had given him a crash course on it among other modern languages, but he's not quite sure what the man is signing]

[Alright, it looks like he's saying..."You have no food".]

Yeah, that's what I said. No food here. Apparently the guys at the top got mad at us pissing in his breakfast.

[not_too_short]

[That elicits a brow raise from Nic. He would find it funny, but since he's still new here...]

'What?'

[puppy_lancer]

Uh...that eyebrow thing is a question, right?

[Oh yeah, sign language. Probably didn't understand the slang.]

Well, you see, a while back, a bunch of us got our bodies switched.

[He winces as he remembers the fallout.]

And it was one of the assholes who ran this tower, Jason, who switched us around. Even worse, the switched bodies fucked with our memories and made us sick. A few days in, a couple people found out how to switch us back. Most of us were cured with no further issues. So Jason, like the bastard he is, got mad and stopped giving us food.

[not_too_short]

[Processing...processing...

Sorry, Lancer. You get a blank stare in return because you just lost him. How on earth does this make sense, he doesn't even...!]

[puppy_lancer]

Hey, uh...look, if you have questions, you're gonna need to sign. Because I don't read minds.

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[Siiigh.]

'What the hell? This doesn't make any sense!'

[puppy_lancer]

['Hell. Here is no sense.']

You're new here, right? How much do you already know about the Tower?

[not_too_short]

'Not much. Just woke up a few hours ago. What's the deal?'

[puppy_lancer]

['Not much. A few hours wake up. Deal.']

You're asking what's going on with the Tower, right? Well, it's commanded by a bunch of assholes who pulled up out of our worlds into this place. Also left us a letter about how they killed everything back in our world as well.

[He's seen the remains.]

So now we have to live here whether or not we want to. And occassionally they pull weird shit on us like the body switch for their own amusement.

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[Nic nods a bit as he takes everything he hears into consideration. Taken from another place was pretty unbelievable, but he could cope. However, the part about how his world back home had been destroyed...

His lips curve into a slight frown, while his gaze shifts to the surface of the table, though it's clear that he seems to be looking at something beyond it.]

'...I see.' [A beat.] 'Wait, there was a letter?'

[puppy_lancer]

['See. There is letter.']

Yeah, of course there's a letter. Should be in your room somewhere. On your trunk or your bed. Doesn't say much, though, besides "Your world has been destroyed and since we're evil assholes, we decided to save you and only you."

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[Oh, he. Probably should've have read it before he left. Ah, well. Least it saves him the trouble of wondering what it had said.]

'Anything else I should know about?'

[puppy_lancer]

['I should know anything else.']

Really? Even stuff about the monsters?

[not_too_short]

'...there's monsters?'

[puppy_lancer]

['There are monsters.']

Yeah, they slink around at night. Not that hard to kill, though.

[not_too_short]

[His frown shifts into a small smirk. Hearing that made the situation a little better, at least.]

'Great. Thanks for the heads up.'

[And with that, he stands up, prepared to head somewhere else for the time being.]

'See you around.'