towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Byakuya Togami and you!
Setting: First floor dorms in the mens bathroom
Format: Prose but I do matches if necessary
Summary: After awakening in the tower, Togami tries to skip the first meal rule. It doesn't pan out well.
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Dangan Ronpa and gross vomit mentions

Togami.. was less than pleased with the situation. He couldn't help but grit his teeth upon learning that he was trapped again against his own will. Well the last time wasn't really against his will technically but you get the drift. After exploring the Tower to some degree, he reached a cafeteria at the bottom floor. There he was served the most blandest looking meal he had ever seen. His caviar tastes didn't appeal to the oatmeal so he threw it out without a second thought. A more forceful request rewarded him a more appetizing plate, but not by much. He noted it was pretty plain, and even the most untrained maid at his mansion could whip up something better.

Now that his hunger was sated, he ventured back towards his room now. But an unpleasant feeling bubbled up inside of him like being poisoned. Quickly, he rushed into the bathroom and not much sooner after he locked the stall did the disgusting feeling made itself apparent by making him lurch into the toilet bowl. Before he could really think what was in the meal he just consumed, he repeated the action. He was miserable, sitting next to the porcelain bowl and undignified. Care to help or mock him?

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Enoch's poor sleep the night before had to be remedied somehow, before he took the elevator. So a stop to wet his face was in order. So far, it seemed entirely mundane, but that, of course, had to end when someone hurried in, and obviously not in the normal sort of hurry considering the sounds that were coming from the stall.

Enoch turned to face the stall. "Are you all right?" he called to the younger man.

Another one? My so many people were concerned about his well being today. He stepped up from the toilet. "I've caught some food poisoning. What a nuisance, these cooks are half baked." With a flush, he exited his stall to see that there was a man blocking his pathway.

He hadn't meant to block anyone's way...when he realized he'd inadvertently blocked the door, he stepped aside.

"I don't think there is anything wrong with the food..." Oh, what if... "Did you just arrive? Did you try to forgo the oatmeal?"

"Yes, what of it? Are you going to stand there and lecture me?"

He walked over and washed his hands by the sink. He cleans his glasses to for good measure.

"It wasn't poison in the food." He understands irritability at this sort of thing. Sounds like someone is used to his comforts. "This world is so alien to us these collars are needed to live. The oatmeal makes it possible to eat the other food here."

"How strange. Are the collars meant to monitor our stress levels?" He had heard about similar things done in scientific experiments. But those usually were done on animals. He didn't like being treated as one the slightest.

"They may...but I don't think they do. They must...stabilize us here. I know that if one is removed, the one wearing it dies."

Enoch raised a hand to his own collar. It wasn't a way he wanted to die, even if he'd just come back. He didn't want to know what it felt like to be incompatible with the world he was standing on, breathing in...

"Someone was unfortunate enough to experience that...*

He cringed a little, feeling the weight of his collar increase against his neck.

"I would rather avoid that fate. So there isn't any way to leave either is there?"

Enoch simply shook his head.

"This tower would be very empty if we could escape. ...Some have reported returning to their worlds for some time, but..."

"How very lucky of them. I would have thought the owners would require us to do something in return for freedom.

"No..." Another shake of his head. "The worlds they were returned to were destroyed. Some still maintain it's an illusion, but we don't know enough..."

"Do you have any proof regarding that fact?" Nothing personal, he just approached this with skepticism.

Other than their words, no. One said that his world was flooded, and it wasn't warm enough to justify the water vanishing. But destruction comes in many forms. We don't know enough about what happened...

*He'll ask Dax the first chance he gets. If anyone will address the inconsistency properly...*

Togami visibly cringes, and his hands curl up in frustration. "Fine, but I won't believe it fully until I see the world outside for myself.

Enoch nods. "I don't believe it completely, myself... But I don't entirely disbelieve it. To be honest, I don't know what to think. I've never been returned, myself."

Togami only adjusts his glasses. "So going back home is all up to random chance?"

"That's the way it seems." He wasn't sure sometimes, if he wanted to see it. If he wanted the chance to bury his dead. Or if he never wanted to know what the destroyed Meridian looked like.

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Sorry for the random style slip there.

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