towerofanimus | This Is A Joke, Right?

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This Is A Joke, Right? | Open

Characters: Sam Winchester [

xbludjunkie] and EVERYONE!
Setting: The dorms
Format: Whichever, don‘t cur. I'll match it.
Summary: Sam just woke up, and he's pretty confused. Prepare for interrogation if you approach.
Warnings: PG-13 for language maybe.

Waking up in a unfamiliar room wasn't alarming. Blank walls and laying on an uncomfortable bed? Yeah, that was pretty normal. See, he was used to traveling from motel room to motel room with his brother, so his initial response was to roll out of bed and start getting ready; either to go get caffeination and wake his previously mentioned brother up, or try getting ready while avoiding the walking embodiment of a health hazard that was his brother.

Except then he remembered he had fallen asleep at Bobby's yesterday, and that he so hadn't fallen asleep in these clothes.

No really, what in all of Hades was he wearing?

Panic? Nah, Sam didn't panic. He hunted things that made nightmares pale and fidgety, and so was kind of over the whole panic thing. He was a little anxious to figure out how he got here though. Immediately he got out of the bed to look around, noticing three very important things right out of the gate. One, he obviously wasn't alone since there were other beds here, two, he obviously hadn't come here on his own because he didn't pack via trunk. (Duffel bags; they were easily accessible and you could grab 'em on the go. Much better than a trunk), and three, there was unfamiliar weight on his neck.

Sam reached up to scratch at it and he hit something cold and definitely not skin, successfully distracting him from any further searching of clues about how he got here. Nope, still no panicking, but Sam did furrow his eyebrows in confusion as he ran his fingers along the thing, trying to feel it out.

... was that a collar?

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[Francisca's just taking a stroll down the hallway, heels clicking loudly.]

[Considering his brain has just frozen over with shock right now, the sound of someone walking down the hallway is pretty much a godsend.

Que running out of the room to flag the stranger down. Hopefully he'll be able to get some answers to his "I-Think-I'm-Not-In-Kansas-Anymore" problem.]

Wait! Please!

[A cute boy has been spotted!]

Looking for something?

[Turns to answer and Ohmygodit'sagiant-! She freezes, realizes he's not a giant, just a very tall person - a very tall handsome person - and blinks up at him.] Oui monsieur? Are you alright?

He'll be rolling on into the shared room when Sam gets up to look around, and watch him for a second, wondering who he was. It wouldn't hurt to ask, even though he was pretty sure someone this confused looking must be new.

"Hello, you must be new, yes?"

Charles will roll to park his wheelchair beside his own bed, or the one he'd woken up in any how. So he assumed it was 'his'.

"Whatever I tell you I know this will be hard to accept, but for now we are here in this... place. There is a note you should read before I say much else." He'll motion to it, beside the other man's bed.

I'm fine.

[It was too quick an answer really, because Sam was probably anything but. But he's gonna ignore it because he wants the info so he can start making with the theories already.]

Could you tell me where I am right now? Please?

[Puppy face - Cannot. Resist.

Her expression softens and she already feels sorry for him, taking a wild guess:] You just arrived, am I correct?

[He wasn't so distracted that he got startled. Nope.]

Anything that can tell me how I ended up here. Some kind of clue or something.

[And perhaps he was trusting too easily, but hey? Why sugar coat something when he thought the person he was talking to probably wasn't completely real?]

[Well. Didn't that make things interesting? His face screws up in confusion while his mind began to race.]

Yeah.

[Again quick answer. Can't blame him though, cause now he thought that he might just have a lead.]

How many others would you say this has happened to? And do you know where any of them are now?

Slow down, mon cher, I can't answer you if you keep adding more and more questions, oui?
[She taps a finger to her lips as she thinks before answering him slowly:] We are in 'the Tower', but no one knows exactly where this tower is. It's a strange place - new levels keep appearing, along with strange and dangerous creatures every now and then...

Everyone - other than the staff - just woke up one day in ridiculous cat suits and notes explaining that our worlds were destroyed. Oh, and we have these charming things. [Taps her collar with a slight grimace.]

As for how many of us there are... I haven't been keeping track, but there are many others. Well, people and other beings, but so far the non-humans have been docile enough. [including herself] If you haven't met your dorm mates yet, chances are they are exploring the tower themselves.... [Hesitates before asking gently:] Should I take you to the cafeteria? Quite a few people mingle there, and if you've only just woken up, you'll need to eat - oh, but you need to eat the oatmeal, otherwise you'll be sick since you've only just arrived.

While Sam was busy feeling at that collar, Ankh had pushed in the door rather roughly, making a bee line towards his trunk at the end of his bend. A popsicle was sticking out of the corner of his mouth, and he kneeled down, yanked a red satin drape that had been covering the chest, and opened it to look through the contents inside.

...Nope, didn't look like he was going to pay Sam any mind. Get away from him while you can, dude.

Well, Sam wasn't one to listen well to advice, being the rebelious and stubborn kind of umpteenth feet tall moose he was. If the stranger in the room wasn't going to come to him, than he was just going to have to go to them.

Sam looked over to the new comer when the door opened, instantly frowning. He was no stranger to being ignored. Got it from Dean pretty much constantly. Knew the signs.

Just... not knowing why he was being ignored. That was always the hard part. He was pretty sure he didn't know this person, but one never knew. Maybe his height offended him or something...

So, Sam was just gonna go for it and guage the reaction he got. "Uh... hey."

Ankh had been sorting through his chest a scoffing lightly in annoyance at something-- or lack thereof, in this case. Stupid idiots that brought him here had forgotten his phone. He knew he had it on him before he had left though. He instead opted to pick up what looked like a collector's case for coins or something.

He stopped rooting through the chest and turned to give Sam a look-- sort of a mixture of disdain and disregard-- when he addressed him. "What do you want?"

Sam looked taken aback for a second.

And yeah, he would be a robot if he didn't admit that it had annoyed him a little. Sam was going to give this person the benefit of the doubt though.

"Just... Do you know anything about this?" Sam gestured to the collar on his neck.

Ankh made a "Tch" sound out of irritation. Who was this clown? "No one does, except maybe the people that run this place. Everyone wakes up with these things, and no one knows why." He tapped his own collar in annoyance to emphasize. "So your guess is as good as mine."

He closed the trunk and stood up to look at his reluctant-conversation partner properly. "Who are you?"

Sam frowned. Of course not.

Collared (obviously he wasn't the one in control here), note about his world being destroyed (why would he try to escape if he had no where to go?), and allowed to bring things from home (familiar things to help him settle in?). It sounded like the promotion poster for Stockholm syndrome.

His thoughtful expression became a bit more focused when the stranger stood up to face him, leaving that theory in the back of his mind to explore later.
Said stranger was still a bit harsh, but maybe the ice was broken and it would get easier from here?

Sam held out his hand for the other to shake. "Sam Winchester."

[Listens quietly until she's done, cuz that's how Sam rolls, frowning thoughtfully.

Probably would have bombarded her with more questions, but he was reminded rather suddenly of something that was way more important than info.

And feeding himself too, apparrantly.]

Please. I'm looking for someone, so if there's a good chance that's where he is then I need to go.

Sam had caught the wheelchair out of the corner of his eye, looking over to the stranger. And no, he wasn't feeling uncomfortable around a man in a wheelchair because he was used to it with Bobby.

"New?" So whatever brought him here had kidnapped more people, awesome.

Sam's expression turned to dread when the new person pointed to the note that he had missed when he was searching the room. Yeah, he got the tacit warning, thanks.

And when he picked it up and read it, it was like a punch to the gut. At least at first, anyway.

Sam knew he hadn't said yes yet though, so he was pretty sure there was no epic battle to end all battles. Which meant that the note was total hogwash, because as far as he was concerned nothing else had been out to destroy the world besides dick angels.

When he turned back to the stranger it was incredulously. This joke wasn't even a little funny, it was just bad. Like milk that's three years past the expiration date bad.

"As I said, hard to believe. No one here has been able to give any validation to it yet, so it seems to be assumed that this is merely an excuse for keeping us here. Where ever 'here' is exactly."

He didn't even have to read the other's mind to know he thought it was complete bull. The look said it all. He'll roll forward a bit and offer his hand.

"At any rate, Charles Xavier, it seems we're stuck here together now."

"...."

Ankh fixed Sam's hand with an odd look, looking back up at him with the same face before looking back at the hand. What the heck was this clown doing? He rolled his eyes and batted the hand away, settling on looking at Sam. Seems like he didn't have any interest in whatever Sam was doing.

"Ankh. What are you doing here?"

Considering how Charles spoke, Sam was willing to guess he was about as lost as he was, so questioning him probably wouldn't get him very far. It was a little comforting to know that he wasn't completely alone in his what the hell!? though.

Sam took the offered hand and shook it once, keeping it all very quick and simple. "Sam Winchester."

And Sam was going to settle on "temporarily misplaced." He had every intention of dealing with the weird here in the same way he dealt with weird normally and getting back home ASAP.

"I'm sure there's a way out. We just have to look for it." Or, translated, I'm sure there's a supernatural thing behind this and we just have to kill it.

Oh-kay...

Sam's jaw tightened a little. He was still trying to give Ankh the benefit of the doubt, because maybe he was just no good with people? It was hard when all Sam could think was jerk.

"I've been trying to figure that out," he replied.

Greeting turned out to be a bust... Sam was just going to have to move on to questioning. So when he looked down at the other, his expression was a little curious and all sorts of confused. "Do you happen to know where here is exactly?"

In Sam's defense, it was a little bit of both. Except mostly the jerk part; how would you feel if you went back to your room to get something and some weird guy was standing there sticking his hand out at you?

"I meant in this room, idiot," Ankh clarified, narrowing his eyes a bit in annoyance. Sheesh, this guy seemed more dense than Eiji.

"And sadly, I don't. Not really." He added, with slightly less annoyance. "We're in some sort of tower. Apparently all of our worlds have been destroyed," You seem pretty calm about that, dude, "and you can't get out."

[Tilts her head curiously. Who are you looking for? A friend?

Have you not read our welcome letter yet? It's practically classic lit. here.

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