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Characters: Porky and YOU!
Setting: Room 3-02
Format: I'm fine with whatever.
Summary: The Pig King arrives.

3-02

The Pig King found no solace even in sleep. He dreamed, but he prefers not to. All he could dream about is being back home again in his own time period. No matter how much his body aged, his mind hadn't. His brain was still back in 199X of Eagleland where his journey first began. That place is the source of his outrage and nostalgia.

He stirs and wakes up, hardly noticing the paralysis. His body doesn't respond as quickly anymore to his mental signals. The old man lies there, taking in the sights. Not that those sights are anything impressive, mind you. It's only unexpected. He's out of the Absolute Safety Capsule and in unfamiliar territory.

So this is the end of the world. Kinda dull.

The old man lies there, still breathing heavily. To any on-lookers, he's quite alive and that much is clear. He isn't doing anything, however. Talk?

Floor Fourteen

"... I don't even know what I'm playing."

Porky, a blonde-haired, well-dressed, portly kid, is sitting on the couch trying to make sense of the game in front of him. It's a... platformer? A shooter? He doesn't know, but goddamn if he's not going to try and win. As he plays, televisions nearby that aren't currently being used flicker on by themselves. A face from within stares at the child and anybody else who might be near. Porky doesn't notice, though. This damn game is going to be the death of him.
Cafeteria

After a rousing game of... whatever... Porky is scarfing down oatmeal in the cafeteria. Apparently, that's all he can eat as a first-timer. His face is less than satisfied. He never cared much for oatmeal. Too watery, all in all, and no matter how much sugar he would add, the taste hardly changes. Fortunately, there wasn't any sugar to begin with.

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When he had left one of the communicator rooms, he had done so in the hope of finding some place he could clear his mind. Pokey didn't have any real idea where he was headed, he just knew he was walking to get away. To find something to do and hide from himself and his feelings at the moment. In the end Pokey came to the conclusion, as he often did, that the best way to do this would be through mindless entertainment.

In the end, he kind of wished he'd gone anywhere else.

Pokey watches....well, himself play video games for a moment. He stands what he hopes is far enough away that the other him can't tell he's being watched, before speaking up.

"You kind of suck at this. Like a lot. It's painful to watch you even try and play."

An eye behind the hair of the blonde kid turns and glances at Pokey behind the couch before going back to his game. Porky grits his teeth, focusing intently on beating the game. At this point, he isn't sure if he's playing the person or the bullet. When did the character get mid-air?

"Like you could do better!" Porky yells, bashing at his controller once. "Besides, I... think the game's cheating? For the love of..."

In the progress of this game, Porky catches the glimpse of flying shapes that were never meant to be. Does this mean he got to the next level?

"If you want to show how much better you are, be my guest. Look, it's two player."

Underneath his shaggy blonde hair, Pokey raises an eyebrow. Are you serious? That's his reaction at seeing him. That's it. Nothing else. Pokey isn't sure if he should scream or laugh at that. This is important dammit. It was important to him.

It had to be important to this version too. It had to be.

Still, Pokey just snorts and sits down on the couch, picking up the other controller.

"If you want me to embarrass you so bad, sure. Don't cry about it after the fact though."

Not that he could even cry. Porky gives a smarmy grin and looks back at the game screen. "Idiot," he spits, restarting the game from the beginning. Is it an FPS now? A fighter? This is how much trouble Porky gets for trying to grasp the true form of the game.

"Don't worry. You can use the couch as a rag to blow out your snot. I won't tell."

As if to mock him, a strange girl with her body tightly wrapped in bandages and a paper bag placed over her head walks toward his table, carrying an immense amount of nutrient bars in her arms.

"Heeeey! Is this seat taken?"

"... What? Oh, it's you."

Porky looks up from his oatmeal and sees the familiar girl.

"No, go ahead if you want to take it. It's a free Tower." For now.

"Thanks. And are you new? You have all that oatmeal."

She plops her butt down in the chair and dumps the mass of nutrient bars on the table. She takes and unwraps one of them. A pale jaw peeks out from underneath the bag as she shoves the entire bar into her mouth.

Togami happens to be passing on by. His meal was finished and he should have exited already. But he couldn't help but notice the small man eating that slop like it was nothing. He just had to make the most disgusted face. Who could eat that stuff with a straight face, let alone gorge it?

"How can you stand to eat such garbage?" He spoke while walking near Porky's table.

To respond to the criticizing question, Porky turns his head over to the passing Togami. He gives a quick frown before taking another bite of the oatmeal.

"It's all that's hear and I'd prefer not to waste away from starvation," he says, "Even with my high tastes, I need to get by with at least this watery mush."

"Funny, you acted like that was the finest meal you've ever eaten." He looks at him very disapprovingly. What was this kid eating before he came here?

"No, that's just me eating."

For a chubby kid, it is true that he does often scarf down his food. Porky gives the other boy a "look" before going back to his oatmeal.

"Seriously, can't a guy eat without being judged all of a sudden? That's mighty pompous of you."

"You can't seem to eat like a proper human being. But I'm wasting my time here."

He ignores the glare. Instead he'll just be on his merry way unless Porky has something else to say.

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