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...]

Threaded | Flat

[A rock flies over Picky and strikes the rabbit before it reaches any closer to the boy. It probably would have little effect on it, but at the very least, the rabbit should be more inclined to reveal its fangs, claws, and tendrils. If Picky looks behind him, he might see a familiar sight: a stout, blonde-haired, well-dressed child with his mouth open.]

Run.

[Congratulations, Picky. You've got a chance to ask someone for information.

Pokey had decided to come into the cafeteria to get breakfast. Most of the food, as far as he was concerned, sucked, but it was better than nothing. And saying no to eating wasn't something Pokey did that often. He takes a quick glance around the room, more compulsory than searching for anyone in particular.

And feels his appetite drop away immediately.

His gaze locks on Picky, and it's hard to tell what he's thinking. Despite how much older Picky is then when he last saw him - when he saw Picky in Mayfield....

No. He probably shouldn't do that. The chance that this is somehow that Picky grown up is abysmally small. But it's still Picky.

He feels a rollercoaster of emotions. Shame. Guilt. Happiness. Irritation that Picky is even here. Fear of even trying to speak with him.

But he might as well. Pokey's been staring at Picky long enough that it's impossible Picky hasn't noticed him. So he clears his throat, and speaks.]

You grew up well.

[Tohko sneezed as she wandered into the cafeteria. This cold wasn't getting any better, and she was starting to get really tired. Best to eat some food to keep up appearances sake and then get some rest. However, when she noticed someone eating a bowl of oatmeal, she knew that it was a newcomer, and she couldn't just leave him without knowing if he knew about the Tower. So, she approached him.]

Erm..pardon me, but are you new to the Tower?

[Wriggle looked over his shoulder, still bundled up in the same sheet she'd been covered in for a few days now. It wasn't often that she found people interacting with the animals around here so whenever she saw them she was always curious]

Do you think they really like that?

[Speaking of weird-looking people, a sudden whoosh of displaced air heralds the abrupt appearance of a jackal-headed creature bundled up in layers of makeshift blankets. After picking up a couple of nutrition bars, he's about to settle in for some people-watching of his own when he spies someone eating the newcomer oatmeal and approaches.]

Not exactly a warm welcome, is it?

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Cafeteria