Awesome Arrival!

[mostremaining]

Characters: Gilbert Beilschmidt/Prussia and YOU! Come on in and greet him!
Setting: Room 3-18, the hallway outside it, and the cafeteria. The morning of the 12th. So Gilbert can go nuts over the pumpkin pancakes.
Format: I'm making the post itself in prose, but I'll happily switch to action brackets for the comments if you want it!
Summary: Gilbert arrives in the Tower. Exploration and mayhem ensues.
Warnings: Possibly PG-13 for potential pottymouthing on Gilbert's part. Also, there may be the messy consequences of consuming something other than oatmeal should you let him eat those pumpkin pancakes. STOP HIM!


Room 3-18 + Dorm Hallways

Gilbert's eyes flicked open to an unfamiliar ceiling (after staring at his own ceiling for so long, he'd become quite acquainted with its cracks). He was unable to move to stretch out, but he simply attributed this to being too sleepy. Once the "sleepiness" faded and he was able to move and stretch out, he sat up to find that he was decidedly not in his room. Following an ungainly squawk of shock, he zipped out of bed to investigate it. In the trunk he found two spare outfits, an old sword of his that he'd kept in storage (and the sword belt that went with it), a strange nest... and a yellow, winged friend. "Hey, little guy," he cooed, carefully lifting the bird out of the trunk and placing it in its customary spot on his head. He felt something odd around his neck at this point and discovered the collar with the violet tubing. What the hell was this? It didn't seem to be doing any harm, so Gilbert didn't bother to give it much attention. He could play with it later.

It was then he noticed the two scraps of paper on his bed. He picked up the first one (this one being the one with the instructions on it) and read it over, nodding to himself. Okay, so this at least told him a little about the strange place he'd suddenly been taken to. How hospitable of his captors. Then he picked up the second paper and proceeded to gawk at it. His world had been destroyed, and he had been saved? What kind of hogwash was that? The world was just fine when he'd gone to sleep last night! This had to be some kind of hoax. Besides, in the back of his mind, he always figured that he'd be the first to die when the world ended due to his weak connection to a country. If the world had been destroyed, he'd be way dead by this point. He gave the bird on his head a pat and said, "Come on, little guy, let's go find West. He might be here too."

Following that resolution, he started running up and down the halls of the dormitory, screaming "WEST!" at the top of his lungs, futilely looking for his little brother.



Cafeteria

After a while, Gilbert could no longer ignore the sound of his belly. Following the instructions on that one sheet of paper, he made his way to the cafeteria. He was given the customary oatmeal, and initially Gilbert just shrugged at the offering... and then he saw the pumpkin pancakes. Pancakes! This place couldn't be bad if there were delicious pancakes (even though he saw no maple syrup)! He promptly put a huge stack of pancakes on a plate and decided that perhaps he could eat them with the oatmeal he was given. Completely oblivious to what would happen if he ate the pancakes first (which he would), he made his way to a table with a self-satisfied smirk. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all... maybe.

Comments

Cafeteria

[tohko_amano]

Tohko had already filled her candy quota, but since a lot of candies had popped up in the cafeteria, she decided to look there so that she could give them to others who might need them.

When she walked in, she saw a guy with a bowl of oatmeal and a plate of pancakes. Seeing the oatmeal, she correctly guessed that he was new and quickly yelled, trying to get his attention so that she could explain why he should eat all of his oatmeal first.

"Hey, you with the chick on his head! Don't eat those pancakes!" She yelled, quickly walking next to him.

[ooc: Tohko is wearing this embarrasing costume .]

[mostremaining]

Gilbert was caught by the shout mid-pancake-forking. "Eh?" He turned his head to see the girl in the maid costume and gave her a funny look. "Who are you, the pancake police? Or should I say... the pancake maid?" He chuckled loudly at his own joke. "What's with the costume, anyway? It's not Halloween yet."

[tohko_amano]

Tohko glared at the guy. How dare he-! Blushing a little, she yelled at the guy. "It's not like I chose this costume! It's part of a game the head honcho's of the tower are running! Honestly, if I had to pick a costume, I would have picked something much better than this..thing!"

Tohko huffed for a moment and calmed down before adding, "Also, if you eat those pancakes before you eat all the oatmeal, you'll throw it up. I know that the oatmeal's pretty gross and that it's a stupid rule, but that's how it works." Tohko wasn't the best person to say whether something tasted horrid or not, but even she could tell by just looking at the oatmeal that it wasn't the tastiest thing in the world.

[mostremaining]

"So the 'head honchos' are running a game where you can't choose your own costume? That's... weird." For lack of a better word. What had he just been dropped into? When Tohko addressed the pancake issue, Gilbert gave the pancake he was about to eat a wary poke with his fork. "What? How can that happen? It's just pancakes. Are they poisoned or something? How do you know I'm actually gonna throw it up?" With a devious grin on his face, Gilbert teasingly lifted a piece of pancake up to his mouth (though he didn't eat it).

[tohko_amano]

"It's weird, but that's how it works. The people running the tower aren't the nicest of folks sometimes." Tohko sighed as Gilbert lifted the pancake to his mouth.

"The food itself isn't poisoned. It's another weird effect that happens in the tower. I don't like it either, but it's not like I get to make the rules here. And I know because I've seen it happen to two other people, and one person warned me about it."

[mostremaining]

"That's... not good." So the people running this place were crazy people who liked to shove other people into costumes. That didn't bode well for anything. "So you've seen it happen before... huh." Gilbert stared longingly at the pancakes... he was not the best at delaying gratification for anything unless he was on the battlefield. He remembered the weird collar around his neck, and it gave him an idea. "Do you think it's because of this thing?" he asked, sliding one finger under his collar.

[tohko_amano]

"It's not..but I have to admit, other than this costume and the possiblity of dying, finding candy in odd places is a bit fun." Tohko chuckled.

Tohko looked at her own yellow collar and shrugged. "It might be. To be honest, I really don't know. No one really knows much about these collars, and it's not like anyone tells us." She sighed.

[mostremaining]

"That 'possibility of dying' thing is a big one, though!" That just about sealed the deal for Gilbert. This place was bad news. The people running the tower weren't just crazy people who liked shoving others into costumes; they were crazy people who drew others into a game where lots of people could be killed. "Uh... I guess I'll be a good boy and eat my oatmeal first... wouldn't want to end up getting killed for it or anything." Gilbert should probably try and ask an obvious question. "Is there a way out of here?"

[tohko_amano]

"It's big..but since you just regenerate after you die, it's not a huge deal around here. There are penalties for dying though..and if you die too much, you'll get a huge punishment." Tohko replied, trying to calm down the guy.

"And you won't die if you don't eat your oatmeal. You'll throw up." Tohko thought for a moment before sighing. "I don't think there is a way out of here. If there is, I'm not aware of it, and I haven't heard of it."

Room 3-18 and halls, hello roomie!

[warriorscribe]

Enoch had fallen asleep with an arm draped over his basket, face down because of the wings stuck on his shoulders.

Someone squawking in alarm woke him and woke him quickly. He was up on his knees in an instant, his hand halfway to his Arch when he realized, no, it was only the fourth bed being filled.

He was about to comment that he might not find who he was looking for when, well...he went out on his own. Enoch followed the sounds of him calling for him after tying his pumpkin basket to his waist with the gauze he'd tied around the handle for that exact purpose, and retrieving his weapon. He was awake, so he should go out for the day anyway.

Prussia is free to notice, should the nation go upstairs to the second dorm floor (perhaps on his way to the elevator), that his new roommate seems to have found some candy tucked in a terminal alcove. He puts it in the bucket at his waist and straightens up, then noticing the man with the bird on his head.

"Ah...did you find who you were looking for?"

Hello fellow roomie~

[mostremaining]

Oh, Gilbert had gone upstairs alright. Since "West" didn't seem to be on the first floor, maybe he was on the second. It was then he noticed the strange man in the angel costume. "Nope. Haven't found him yet," he responded. "Have you seen a man... little taller than I am, blonde hair that's slicked back, blue eyes, responds to 'West' or 'Ludwig' or 'Germany?'" On impulse, he gave a quick topic switch. "What's with the getup? It's not Halloween yet."

[warriorscribe]

"'Halloween'?" Enoch wondered aloud before answering Gilbert's question. "This is...a game of our hosts', it seems. ...They're fond of 'games'."

The last part was quiet, almost an afterthought.

[mostremaining]

"Huh? Their games involve throwing people into costumes? That's weird." It didn't really make much sense to Gilbert. What kind of game was this? "So tell me. Have you seen the guy I described? Yes? No?"

[warriorscribe]

"Their games are-" ....Oh. Yes, he had forgotten to answer that. "...I'm sorry. I haven't seen your friend."

[mostremaining]

"He's my little brother," Gilbert corrected. "I mean, if I'm in whatever this place is, he should be in here too, right? We're two halves of the same country! Kinda... sorta. He does most of the work these days."

[warriorscribe]

Two halves of the same...that didn't make much sense. Enoch eventually came to some sort of a conclusion - did he mean they ruled a country? "...Do you mean you're both kings?"

[mostremaining]

Gilbert just laughed. "I wish! No, we're just... people, kind of. We represent the country of Germany... though like I said, my brother does most of the work these days."

Cafeteria

[wrigurun]

As he sat back down at the table there was a slight rustling, a shifting of cloth and shoes. And then, suddenly-

"Gwah!"

Something sprang up from the opposite side of the table, practically flipping it over. A small figure dressed in black robes, a plastic scythe in one hand and the other twisted into a claw like shape. After a moment there was a stifled giggling and they removed their skull mask to reveal what looked like a young boy.

"How was it? Did I scare you?"

[mostremaining]

Gilbert gave a shocked "Gwah!" right back. He defensively grabbed onto his plates to keep them from escaping. However, when the surprise revealed itself to be human(oid?), he relaxed a little bit. "Uh... you got me! Yeah, you got me a bit." He gave the "boy" a look over. "Nice costume. I guess you got roped into whatever game's going on, too?"

[wrigurun]

Their grin only brightened knowing they'd successfully scared their target, if only a little. At least he didn't look like he was going to fight them for it.

"Game?" Wriggle thought for a moment before finally remembering just exactly what he was referring to. "Oh yeah! You have to collect enough sweets per day, or else!" They raised the scythe somewhat threateningly but it was obvious they were trying too hard.

[mostremaining]

This time Gilbert chuckled. That showing off was kind of cute, in a way. "Or else what? Is there a punishment for not collecting enough sweets?"

[wrigurun]

They stands there a little dumbfounded, scythe still raised. After a moment or two they finally put it down.

"Dunno..."

They'd gotten so caught up in everything that they hadn't really thought about it. Wriggle looks a little taller than usual, standing on the chair opposite however their long robes conceal the fact that they're floating a few inches off the seat.

[mostremaining]

"That, uh, doesn't sound good. Maybe you ought to find out before it's too late and something bad happens to you." Given what he had heard before, he couldn't help but be a little concerned for his visitor.

[wrigurun]

"But how would I find out?" They asked, innocently enough. "I don't want something super bad to happen if I don't find enough sweets."

Oh...

Something super bad is going to happen if they don't collect enough sweets.

Suddenly they let out a short yet shrill shriek, their expression entirely changed.

[mostremaining]

"H-hey, calm down!" Oh, no. Gilbert didn't always fare that well when other people around him started to panic. "Do you want help? I can try and help you find candy after I eat."