towerofanimus | Definitely not a "vurp" and definitely not something she wants to taste

Characters: Vanellope and anyone who's willing to talk to a brat with dirty hair!
Setting: First floor cafeteria.
Format: Either or! I'll be starting with action, but I'll follow your lead if you want something else.
Summary: Vanellope has discovered that she has to eat oatmeal and she is not amused.
Warnings: May be vaguely spoilerish if you haven't seen Wreck-It Ralph yet. Also, Vanellope gives inappropriate nicknames.

_{[This day was already turning out to be way weirder than Vanellope wanted to deal with. The last thing she remembered-- those creepy bugs coming out of the ground, and a crash, and Ralph yelling, and then--

...waking up here, and finding that weird note. Luckily the words were all simple enough for her to understand. Unluckily... the words were all simple enough for her to understand. No way could Sugar Rush have been destroyed! Glitches couldn't leave their game, right? And... and...

But those bugs, A small, nagging voice in the back of her mind whispered. Remember those bugs?

She didn't want to deal with it.

Another thing she didn't want to deal with? The jumpsuits. Uh, hello? Totally not her style! Her hoodie was much better racer material, thank you. She'd changed clothes and grabbed a handful of candy from her trunk ASAP.

Exploring the tower was something she definitely needed to do. She found herself at the bottom floor cafeteria more quickly than she would have thought - idly bringing a piece of licorice up to her lips to chew on, she passes through the doors.

A moment later, just after swallowing, she gags. Both hands fly up to her mouth and she makes a dash for the nearest trash can, jumping up to empty her stomach into it.]}

What--?!

_{[When the vomiting subsides, she hops back down onto the floor and eyes the licorice suspiciously.]}

...bad licorice.

_{[With that, she pops a mint into her mouth. A moment later, she has to jump back up to the edge of the trash can. This is not okay. She's sure she could have some fun with it if it didn't make her stomach hurt so bad... but it does hurt. And it's not just one or two candies. She's trying it out with everything she's got, and the result's the same every time. Finally, she collapses on the ground next to the trash can, her face a little green.]}

This really stinks!

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[His attention isn't caught at first, since Rider is deeply engrossed in a book he'd brought with him, but the sounds of retching can't be ignored the second time, even in his fervor for reading The Odyssey for an uncountable time. He glances up, knowing right away that it must be a case of someone not warning a new arrival, but he's surprised to see how young (and odd, but that's more of a sidenote) looking the new arrival is. He makes a noise of discontent, but immediately sets his book aside and stands so that he can walk over to meet her. And waits until she's finished barfing to speak up...]

Ahh, girl, you will find that all of your food will give the same result. It is a strange thing, I understand, but you will find that if you should eat some of the oatmeal first, it will not produce such a violent reaction.

[She looks up and her reaction is immediate - she runs at him, jumps up, and throws her arms around his neck]

Ralph!

[...then she pauses as she realizes that this man doesn't smell like he just crawled out of a garbage disposal. She jumps back and gets a better look at him. No... this guy's got facial hair, and his hair is lighter. His clothes are different too. And he's got muscles, not fat. His hands are smaller. Plus, Ralph's taller than him. This guy's tall, but Ralph's nine feet tall, not seven.]

...You're not Ralph - you tricked me! Who are you?!

[He's surprised, naturally, but in large part because he's surprised that there is anyone else that he could be mistaken for. Even at a measly seven instead of nine, he sticks out quite a lot. Still, once she's hopped back, he rubs the back of his head awkwardly, crouching on one knee to be (slightly) more at her height.]

I certainly meant no trick! Only to aid a new arrival, for I was lucky to receive great hospitality upon my own arrival.

[There's a brief pause, as he considers how to introduce himself, but decides on something a bit less grandiose than he might pick normally.] I am Alexander III of Macedon, young one.

...uhh...

[Less grandiose his introduction might be, but it's still throwing Vanellope for a little bit of a loop. Even King Candy doesn't talk like this, but if there were a way that royalty would talk - well - Vanellope thinks it'd be more this style.]

...uh-huh. I'm not sure where Macedon is, but okay.

[She looks him up and down.]

Are you a knight or something?

[He chuckles, since he's relieved that the case of mistaken identity has past relatively quickly. It's not surprising by this point to hear that she doesn't know of his kingdom, as old as it is, but it's still a bit disappointing. Of course, not that it shows at all, since he grins in response to her question.]

Hardly a knight! Quite a bit greater than that, in fact! I am a king, and Macedon is my kingdom. And I suppose knowing where it is matters little, for it you will not find it here.

You're a king?

[Her eyes are as wide as saucers. She shuffles a little closer to him, peering at him appraisingly.]

..I can see it! You look all regal and stuff. And you don't have a lisp!

[And you're not a code-hacking jerk, which makes you an infinitely better king in Vanellope's eyes.]

So what're you doing all the way out here if your kingdom's somewhere else?

[He laughs more fully, his eyebrow raised] Indeed I do not! I take it that you have perhaps met a king with one, based on that comment.

[But he's happy to talk about his kingdom, so he doesn't really wait for a response] Ahh, so indeed! It is something of a complicated matter, for my kingdom is long gone to the past, in one sense, but also never far, for the pride of kingship never leaves my heart.

But it is not also of my own choice that I am here, nor any others, as you will find. We are all here as captives, though our captors would think otherwise, it would seem. Did you find a letter when you awoke?

[She gets a nod in before he continues on talking about his kingdom. Which is okay with her - she'd rather not dwell on King Candy for too long. Besides, hearing about other places is neat.]

...so it's far away but nearby?

[She furrows her brows at that and puts her hands over her heart, looking down at them. She can kind of understand what he's saying. She may be far away from Ralph and her home, but her good memories of the both of them are there to stay. After a few quiet moments, she looks back up at him.]

Yes, I saw the letter. It's... it's not true, right? Our homes aren't actually gone, are they? I don't want to believe it but...

[For all she knows it could be. Oh, why did she have to go and crash her kart right when things were heating up? Why'd she have to disappear? She doesn't know what's going on with Sugar Rush right now and doesn't know what happened in her absence, and that bothers her a lot more than she wants to admit.]

They've gotta be dirty, stinking liars! They've gotta!

It is one of the mysteries that we face, for I have heard of no confirmation to its claims. Some believe it to be true, certainly, but it is something I believe that each person much decide to believe or not on their own.

[He's still torn on it, personally. He's heard claims that would certainly help him to believe it, such as the pain that those connected to their worlds feel upon going to one of the floors supposedly displaying their worlds, but it was more than difficult to believe. So he had taken the stance of hope until faced with certainty.

And, as such, despite the serious tone and expression he takes for the first statement, his smile returns for the second.] But there is also no reason to lose the hope that they may still exist. Ahh, though with that much, it still remains that we are stuck seemingly far from them!

It can't be true.

[She keeps saying that and thinking that. Glitches can't leave their game, so if she's still around, that means her world has to still exist because she can't leave it - so they're all in Sugar Rush? But that doesn't make sense, either. So maybe Sugar Rush was destroyed, and she somehow managed to make it to... some weird part of Game Central Station? She was pretty sure there weren't any towers there, though.

But it couldn't be gone... Because Ralph was in her world right before she vanished. And if the place was destroyed then, if he was still there when it happened, then...

She shakes her head. No, she's not going to think about it.]

Maybe we're still in them, or in one of them, and the reason they don't want us to leave the tower is that if we got outside it'd be really easy to see that they're lying and they wouldn't have any way of keeping us here.

But I don't get why they'd want so many people here though... it's weird!

I suppose that is a possibility! It is a bizarre circumstance we find ourselves in, so it would be a mistake to carelessly eliminate possibilities, eh?

[He chuckles] But for now, we are brothers and sisters in captivity and arms, it would seem! So though I may not be your friend, I welcome you with good will that we are not necessarily provided by our hosts.

Yeeeeah, exactly!

[She nods a few times.]

Brothers and sisters, huh? I always wanted a sibling!

[She grins widely.]

Thanks for the welcome! So what's the best floor in this tower thing, bro?

Definitely not a "vurp" and definitely not something she wants to taste

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