It was pure self-indulgence, you couldn't get enough of the drama

[notayoungkitten]

Characters: Revolver Ocelot (AU), OPEN
Setting: Starting at floor 38, then off to floor 40
Format: I'll match.
Summary: Ocelot gets used to her new surroundings.
Warnings: Nothing yet, possible violence.

She had never experienced anything quite like this. Being kidnapped and brought to some other world under the pretense of being "saved" was something that would be almost curious had she not been trapped here, in some vicious hellhole where death seemed to lurk at every corner. Fortunately for her, being a lifelong soldier gave her a small advantage. She was carefully aware of every footfall, every sound that she was making. Here, she hadn't seen any sign of monsters, but it didn't mean that they weren't out there, lurking just beyond her sight.

Not even for a moment could Ocelot let her guard drop in the event that some creature was out there. She kept her gun at her side, alert of any new noises, even as she took a cautious glance through the windows and the fog below.

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floor 38

[worldend_dominator]

"Can you see anything through the fog?"

Rosa asks from her place in a chair. Her own room is too cold, so she has been walking around, trying to keep warm.

[notayoungkitten]

Ocelot turns slowly, regarding the woman carefully. "No," she says after a moment. As fine-tuned as her hearing is, she can't see through the thick fog, and doesn't think that there was anyone out there that would actually risk such a thing.

"Does the heat go out often?"

[worldend_dominator]

"N-no."

Rosa shivers and wraps her hands around her arms.

"It was perfectly fine until just yesterday. Now it really feels like winter."

[notayoungkitten]

Ocelot nodded, one arm wrapping around herself. It was too cold, dangerously cold. It was not a good thing to be without heating in the winter. With the dangerous floors and people cold and possibly not alert, there was a very dangerous situation on their hands. "You look dreadful. Do you at least have a warm blanket in your dorm?"

floor 38

[moonbound]

Ken's head comes up when he hears another person in the room, walking softly--very softly, but not quietly enough that it escaped his ears. They pricked up in interest, he'd seen people passing through all day but many of them just kept moving. They were the only interesting thing, the view outside the window was boring as hell.

Of course, he couldn't say anything, his mouth wasn't properly shaped for words, but it was damn cold and his wolf shape was far more suited for the chill. He did, however, give a little bark of greeting.

[notayoungkitten]

Ocelot turned, giving a vague smile at the wolf. Though she wasn't much of a fan of wolves, Sniper Wolf had been a fan of dogs. Ocelot had enough experience around them to know a thing or two. Though (un)fortunately, that didn't include being able to recognize that this was more than a wolf.

"Hello there," she said, a bit more warmly than she would if she knew she was speaking to a person.

[moonbound]

Ken gave a couple wags of his tail, head tilted in what he means as acknowledgement, but might come off as confusion. He could shift back, really, but he didn't want to--he's a hell of a lot warmer this way, and more comfortable with four legs besides.

He crosses his front paws casually. Hello there indeed.

[notayoungkitten]

She smiled. She wasn't entirely sure what an animal was doing in the tower, but perhaps it was a pet or a companion. She couldn't help but feel slightly envious of the wolf because a fur coat was a lot more warm than a leather jacket. Ocelot had been in the cold of the very north of Alaska, and yet she felt so much colder here than in the snow.

"I suppose you're not very cold."

floor 38

[liquidouroboros]

He didn't seem bothered by the cold in the slightest. In fact, the SEAL uniform had one shirt too many for Liquid to be all that comfortable. As he calmly lit a cigarette, the soldier's gaze turned almost lazily to Ocelot--the person who claimed she was Ocelot. No, he had to say that much was too absurd not to believe...much like most other things around here.

"You look cold." If there was any trace of emotion there, it was somewhere in the realm of 'dismissive'.

[notayoungkitten]

Ocelot eyed him, curious. Of course, it seemed that even a Liquid that didn't recognize her dressed the same way. "I see you don't change across universes," she said, smirking slightly. It was true that she was cold. She was freezing, but she pretended that she wasn't.

[liquidouroboros]

"Some things never change, as they say."

But some things did, obviously. Something about Liquid was different, the constant rage and dramatics having somehow gone from an inferno to smoldering cinders.

He paused, looking over Ocelot in silence for a moment.

"...There's a possibility my old FOXHOUND coat's in my trunk on the dormitory floors. I can't honestly recall at the moment. I've nothing better to do and it's of no value to me if it is in fact there, so I suppose you're welcome to it."

[notayoungkitten]

She regarded him for a long moment, curious and rather surprised. "Thank you," she said, smiling slightly. She didn't look away, still watching Liquid carefully. She could pick up on how different he was. He seemed much more reserved than the man that Ocelot had gotten to know in her own world.

"What happened to you?"

Floor 40

[tempus_scorpius]

Rolo is just looking through the boxes in the storage room with a flashlight when he notices someone walk in. He pauses and watches the older woman silently.

[notayoungkitten]

Ocelot doesn't notice him, too busy examining the stacks of boxes as she looked for some sort of warm coat. Her leather jacket, while stylish, was something that didn't exactly keep her warm in the frigid cold. Made a little harder is the fact that she has to search one handed.

She stops after a moment, looking up. "What sort of things are stored here?"

[tempus_scorpius]

Rolo just kept watching her, studying her. "Most of the boxes are empty. I don't think there's anything useful here."

[notayoungkitten]

She sighs and nods. "I thought as much," she admits. She had been hoping that it wasn't the case. "How are you holding up?" she asked the boy, watching him carefully. "With the temperature drop."

Floor 38

[kosmic_angel]

Click, click, click. KOS-MOS' heels sounded on the steps as she came to the lounge, blue hair swaying and appearing not at all bothered by the drop in temperature. In fact, she doesn't seem to even acknowledge the woman there, more concerned with searching the current floor for any materials that can be used to keep Shion from freezing. A single blanket wouldn't be enough if the heating in the tower wasn't repaired.

[notayoungkitten]

Ocelot turned at the noise, brows raised as she watched the girl. She was unusual looking, and obviously not human, which only intrigued her further. Some sort of android, maybe? That was technology beyond her understanding. "Are you looking for something?" she asked helpfully.

[kosmic_angel]

"I am currently monitoring each floor of the tower and locating resources to ensure that my creator does not suffer the temperature."

Because Shion has terrible taste in clothes and is practically running around naked. And Shion was her priority, but she wasn't against helping others. This woman looked cold and KOS-MOS did exist to protect human life.

"Are you properly equipped for the change in tower temperature?"

Floor 40

[warriorscribe]

Enoch thought perhaps he could use a metal box as a container to start a fire in indoors, or a wooden box to fuel one. Maybe both. But the shelves are metal and, thus, cold. It was slow going, and it was hard finding boxes small enough to carry; a lot of the shelves held rather large boxes, and occasionally he'd accidentally knock some off their too-narrow perch.

He was actually on one of the shelves, on hands and knees with his cloak draped over him, hood back so he had better peripheral vision, when he heard someone or something approaching. He rolled onto his side so he could better see the corridor made by the shelves, making a slow move to push himself behind a box...of course, he wasn't slender, and his muscular frame led to said box being pushed from the shelf with an unintentional nudge of his shoulder.

He let out a sigh when he saw it was only a person, and sat up on the shelf, leaning forward so he wouldn't hit his head on the shelf above.

"I'm sorry for the mess. These boxes aren't stored very well."

[notayoungkitten]

Ocelot regarded him for a moment before smiling ever-so-slightly. This room was fortunately free of monsters, but it didn't mean that others weren't as on guard as she was. She glanced around the room, rather overwhelmed by the stacks of boxes. They looked fairly precarious. "It's no bother," she said.

"Is there anything stored here?"

[warriorscribe]

"Not that I can tell."

Carefully, he slid off the shelf, landing on the box he'd knocked off and hopping off to the floor. Sitting on the cold shelf wasn't very comfortable.

"I suppose one could use this level to store things, but our chests are fairly large already."

Floor 38

[divinitysoiled]

"It's quite dense, isn't it."

Catarina came up beside her, dark eyes on the fog. She wasn't completely disregarding Ocelot's presence, however. She recognized one suited to battle when she saw one. Her eyes dropped briefly to her revolver, taking in the weapon strange to her before turning fully to the older-looking woman, her lips curved in an inviting smile.

[notayoungkitten]

"I've never seen such thick fog," she admitted. "Where I grew up, the snow was very thick in winter, but it wasn't as impressive as this." She regarded the other woman carefully. "Have you been here long?"

[divinitysoiled]

"A precious few months. I assume you just arrived, hm?" Her voice dropped to a purr as she openly looked up and down Ocelot.