towerofanimus | 001 - This Isn't Cool At All

Characters: [AU2] Picky Minch and you!
Setting: Room 3-16 and around Dorm block 3, Floors 1 and 6
Format: Action brackets to start, but I'll totally match you!
Summary: Another new arrival wakes up and tries to figure out what's going on.
Warnings: None

Room 3-16 and Dorm
[It's bad enough to not wake up in your own bed, and bad enough that it's freezing. Not being able to move, even just to kick your legs and warm them up, that was really freaky-bad. Even in that short period of paralysis, Picky is starting to work himself up to quite a panicky state. So when it wears off he's up with such a start that he just about flings himself off the bed.]

Aaaagh!

[In the process of getting to his feet he finds the standard Welcome To The Tower note, reads it, and just... stares at it.]

Porky... Porky must've...

[And then it occurs to him that he might not be alone in here. This kind of looked like a dorm room. He folds the note up, wraps his bedding around himself for warmth, and hushes up while trying to take in what's around him. Maybe there's a roommate to have a chat with. Or someone in the hall that'll clue him in further.]

Floor 1, cafeteria
[Oatmeal for breakfast? Picky couldn't object too much. It was hardly his favorite, and it could really use some sugar, but it was hot and he was pretty hungry.

So hey, there's a teenager in a leather jacket, with hair in his eyes, actually kind of enjoying the standard introductory breakfast. And as he eats, he sits back and watches the other people wandering around. Maybe there'll be someone he knows. Maybe someone he can ask more questions to. And heck, some of these people are pretty weird looking. It's probably best to keep an eye out.]

Floor 6, forest
[This place was a tower, right? With lots of levels, right? Why not explore it? Why not check it out? So, pockets full of nutrition bars and head alarmingly free of clues as to the kind of trouble he could be encountering, Picky had explored his way up to the 6th floor. When he saw that it was a forest, that piqued his interest and brought him off the staircase. Sure, it was cold, but he had warm enough clothes on. Maybe there'd be something good out here? Something like...]

Oh, hey! A rabbit!

[There was one, right over there, a snowy white bunny just hopping past. And it didn't even scamper away in fright, like Picky had expected it to. Maybe the animals were friendly here?]

Hey there, Mr. Rabbit. Hey. You hungry? [Slowly approaching, Picky slipped one of the nutrition bars from his pocket and unwrapped it. And then he knelt and extended his hand, offering the end of the bar. The darned things tasted enough like sawdusty oats and spongey nothingness that maybe a rabbit would find them a worthwhile treat. Or something different than grass to nibble on.] Yeah, it's alright. C'mon, have a bite. [Maybe if it went well, he'd have a pet rabbit for himself. Could they keep pets in the dorm? He'd have to check with his roommates, he guessed.

Surely nothing will go wrong, here, and no one will need to step in to help! Or to point and laugh. It's just a rabbit, after all...]

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[There's discomfort on Picky's face now, easily visible behind the bangs and through the last few mouthfuls of oatmeal. Pokey, and not Porky? Another him? That was weird, and crazy, and he couldn't believe it...

...but someone had already told him about this place having people from whole different universes... And if there's the Porky he knows here, the real deal... ugh. The thought of it makes his stomach flip.

He finishes his oatmeal, drops the bowl to the table, and the spoon in the bowl.]

Okay. Okay, fine, so Pokey Minch is sorry. What makes you different? How do I know you're not trying to trick me?

....I guess you don't.

If you want me to just to away, say so. And I won't bother you while you're here.

[That's... kind of proof, in its own way, that this is a different Porky. Or Pokey. Or whatever. That he simply hasn't been told to go die in a hole somewhere for being such a horrible little brother, or something. But can he even trust a different version of his brother?

He looks torn. Really torn.]

I dunno. I...

[He groans and passes a hand through his (kinda cool) hair.]

Let me think about it, okay? This place is weird, and that letter was weird, and you are really weird and... I don't know, okay?

Don't...

[Okay. Now Pokey is somewhat annoyed. He was hoping Picky would give him the easy option. Would just tell him to leave him alone and while it would hurt Pokey wouldn't be obliged to feel any other emotional attachment. He isn't even his Picky. But he can't help it, not when he looks so much like his brother.

He grits his teeth, trying not to frown too hard.]

Look. Don't worry about this but...be careful in this tower. It's dangerous. Maybe even a lot worse than anything I could do.

Geez. Even if you've gotten older you're still a stupid nerd.

I'll be careful. I'll...

[He spoke without even thinking about it. Of course he'd be careful, that's what you said to someone saying 'be careful', even if it was someone that didn't make sense...]

Hey! I am not a stupid nerd!

[He continued to speak without giving it any thought. And to act without thought, too. Picky rose from his seat, fists balled, looming over his 'big' brother. It was exactly how he'd have reacted at the age of 7 to Porky's teasing and insults.

It's a lot less adorable and dismissible from an 18 year old.]

[It's odd. Pokey can recognize it so much as part of their routine, but seeing it now...he can't help but feel threatened by it. Hurt by it. The idea of being "hit" when it was his little brother at 7 and being hit by said brother at 18...it definitely has different connotations.

Still, he just turns his head. And looks at the ground.]

Go on. Do it.

[Picky hadn't recognized it as part of the old sibling script. Not until the words were shouted and the threat was made. Not until Pokey didn't give the expected reply. Horror passes across his face, and his fists immediately unclench.]

I...

[What was he doing?! Was he seriously going to take a swing at some kid younger and shorter than him? He jolts back, tipping his chair over, his horrified expression giving way to clenched teeth.]

Just get out of here!

[He's still mad. Hell, he's got twelve years of mad that never quite made it out of his system.]

[Pokey just stands there, staring still. Before nodding his head slightly.

He felt like he should say something. One last parting thing, maybe even a parting shot. But he lets it drop. Lets it fall away entirely as he walks away out of the cafeteria.

He doesn't know why his eyes are so wet, but he blinks the wetness away as he heads back to his dorm room.]

[That was it? That... that was way too easy. It couldn't be right. And there was a part of him that wanted to take it back, maybe shout after him, tell him he didn't mean it... but a very small part. The rest of him could barely think through all the confusion and unfamiliarity and anger.

Before Pokey was even out of sight, he turned away to pick up his chair. Then doubled back for his oatmeal bowl, but changed his mind and stormed off. Whatever. He'd be leaving, too. People probably saw that. People were probably staring.

Not like he could say much to anyone else, anyway, with this big lump in his throat.]

001 - This Isn't Cool At All

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