He doesn't get any of this

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch and anyone!
Setting: Morning, upper dorm floors, lower tower floors, then everywhere else!
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match you!
Summary: Enoch wakes up in an angel costume and searches for candy. You know, participating in the event.
Warnings: None yet!



Dorm room 3-18 and dorm floors 1 through 3

When Enoch wakes up, he notices immediately that something isn't right. He's wearing something stiff on his back that leaves him resting at an odd angle, and he's wearing something loose instead of his jeans. He sits up, looking down at the pure white cloth skirt covering his lower body, his sandals ever the same but cleaner, then turns his attention to the fake wings worn through loops on his shoulders. He tries moving one, but it doesn't budge.

Strange, he thinks, getting out of bed and attempting to summon his armor. The top part appears all right, but...with a light flinch, he dismisses it - the armor was meant to be worn over something on his legs, and the leg armor feels uncomfortable against bare skin. Their hosts were clearly playing one of their games again. A glance to the side to see his Arch against the nightstand, still, at least that was still there. He attaches it to the cloth belt on his skirt and the flash of orange out of the corner of his eye catches his attention. He lifts the odd plastic pumpkin by the handle and reads the note.

...Another game, he was right. Well, he certainly doesn't want to face whatever the consequences are. Another inspection of the bucket. Clearly, it was meant to be what he holds the collected treats in. But could he fight holding this thing? He opens his trunk for the roll of gauze inside. A moment later and he's fashioned a belt out of it, secured over his costume's belt and tying the basket to his side.

Those outside the dorms on his way up to the elevator might catch sight of this shirtless angel with an orange pumpkin bucket tied to his side. Care to make fun of him? Ask for some gauze to free up your hands the same way? Comment on his costume?

Cafeteria

Enoch's first encounter with candy wasn't pleasant. He doesn't think of eating any of the first he finds, two pieces sitting nestled behind the stack of plates he takes his from. They go straight into the basket at his side and he continues about breakfast as normal, sitting down to eat his pumpkin bread. Only ten pieces, right? This should be easy.

Library

Enoch can be found here staring at the scrambled text on the terminal he's trying to use. He hasn't sent his message yet, and it's looking like he might not. With a sigh, he leaves it be, pushing himself away from the keyboard...and finding another two pieces tucked into the corner of the alcove. Those are being snatched up and you might now find him searching under all the terminals.

Lower Lounge

Enoch's got the idea by now. In fact, you can find him peeking under beanbags here and lifting up couch cushions, like a more modern man in search of spare change or a lost remote.

Or you might catch him coming down from the floor above, later, and, after lifting up the couch cushion once, sitting down on it and...not doing anything. Has he already filled his quota? He must have, considering he runs his hand under the cushion beside him, pulls out a piece of candy, and tosses it towards the staircase for someone else to find.

Everywhere else

He didn't lounge for long - Enoch can now be found searching the remaining floors where it's reasonably safe to move and depositing found or earned candy near the staircase. Someone's being rather charitable.

Comments

[culbutiri]

[Oh... Nesir's eyes narrowed in suspicion, she wasn't sure if he was tricking her or just really really stupid. Either way she kept her knives where they were, not letting her guard down yet.] Why?

[warriorscribe]

*Why? Enoch doesn't like the picture this paints...*

Why...? Because I've already filled my quota, and there are others trying to do the same.

[culbutiri]

[Oh... Was this a trick? It didn't seem so... But Nesir had seen some truly stupid people in the temple, people who went far out of their way to help others. This though...

How did she even react to this? Her face showed confusion for a moment before she decided.] That do be very kind of you. [She slipped her daggers back into her belt] I do be sorry for my mix up.

[warriorscribe]

*...Oh. Perhaps she was expecting something else for some reason...had she led a hard life?*

It's fine, no problem. *There's a brief pause before he decides to add to that.* I hadn't thought I could be mistaking for distributing these...

[culbutiri]

[She nodded, glad that he had accepted her apology. So it turned out he was just stupid... rather than being on the side of their kidnappers...

Well stupidity was something she could deal with, she gave a tiny smile.] Well I do be thinking it would be an easy mistake, especially when people do be knew and do no be knowing much about this place.

[warriorscribe]

*He doesn't think most people would assume their captors would just dump candy in one place, though, when the game was about finding them... Oh well. She is new, obviously, and wouldn't know what to expect.*

...I could tell you more, if you haven't been told very much yet.

*Usually new people who had made it to the meadow floor had already heard most of the basics from others in the dorms and lower, more populated floors. But there had been exceptions, of course...Enoch wouldn't offer if he thought everyone managed to learn what they need.*

[culbutiri]

[Nesir's eyes flickered suspiciously again but then she nodded, she had pieced bits and pieces together so far but all knowledge was power.] That would be very kind of you.

[warriorscribe]

There is very little here that is safe. The lowest and highest floors are safest because they tend to be more populated. At night...it's best you stay in your room at night. The monsters that appear after sunset are...they're...horrific.

*They usually asked for elaboration. He didn't like to, but every time someone did, he'd oblige. If it discouraged them from meeting the same fate, he'd bear the pain of keeping the memories fresh.*

[culbutiri]

[Well that wasn't news, she had guessed by now that safety wasn't something easy to come by here, she was glad she had been given her knives even if she had been given nothing else.]

Do they be shadow creatures? [She already knew they mostly bore no resemblance to the monsters of her world, from the ones she had glimpsed the last few nights. But she was more interested in if Enoch knew what she was talking about. It seemed that the other worlds were very different than her own.]

[warriorscribe]

Shadow... Some seem to be made of it, but not most of them. Most of them resemble...men or beasts, heavily mutilated and changed.

[culbutiri]

[So he didn't know what she meant, that was sort of relieving but at the same time more terrifying than anything Nesir had come across so far.

Nesir didn't know how to survive in a world where she didn't know the rules. She had spent her life learning the rules just so she could break them safely.

Now she had no idea...] Can they be killed?

[warriorscribe]

Most can. Only the dogs made of fire are ones I haven't been able to harm. Water won't extinguish them, but it will slow them.

[culbutiri]

Dogs that do be made of fire? I think I do be hearing of them. Only fast water can be stopping them. [She hadn't seen any rivers, just a couple of lakes.]

[warriorscribe]

I'm not certain about running water. They didn't pursue me very far into the rain.

[culbutiri]

That might be being why. I will be avoiding these fire dogs.

[warriorscribe]

Aside from one strange instance where they appeared on the living floors, I've only seen them at night. Avoiding them may be as easy as staying in your room at night.

[culbutiri]

Well that do be easy then. [She grinned] Do there be anything else I do be needing to know?

[warriorscribe]

The twenty-first level may not be offering anything now, but normally it offers food of a better quality and variety than the first level. But you shouldn't accept that offer - they ask an impossible task in payment, and you...forfeit a part of yourself if you fail.

[culbutiri]

A part of myself? [Nesir looked for a moment at her missing fingers before deciding that was something she would not be risking.] That do be sounding unnecessarily cruel.

[warriorscribe]

...It is. This place is far from the haven it claims to be. We are alive and presumably our worlds aren't, but we are not safe.

[culbutiri]

I did be guessing that. If they did be really saving us out of the goodness of their hearts they would be here, they would be no leaving notes and shadow creatures in their place.

[warriorscribe]

The way two of our hosts seem, it wouldn't surprise me if it once was what they say...or if they want it to be so.

[culbutiri]

What do you be meaning by that?

[warriorscribe]

Dax and Zo...Zo is only a boy, and I've heard others call him good-natured. He has some power that makes him directly responsible for bringing us here. Dax doesn't strike me as a dishonest man. He seems to care for our well being and does what he can, in the limitations set by his superior, Ruana.

[culbutiri]

If he do be responsible then he do be guilty. Even if he do be a child. [Nesir frowned, she knew perhaps better than most that it was very easy to hide behind the innocence of childhood.]