This is really all just crap timing, ain't it.

[xanthous]

Characters: The Psiioniic and yoouuuu.
Setting: Dormitory floor 4, and floor three, but if you want to run into him as he wanders, feel free!
Format: Either is good with me, but all the set up will be in brackets.
Summary: The Psiioniic is new, confused, and a little lost.
Warnings: Nothing at the moment!

[floor four]

[WELL. This is certainly not what he expected to wake up to. An odd room, some letters that make very little sense, a chest... There were squishy platforms for the others sharing the room with him, but nobody's there as he ventures out into the tower. Or, well, he doesn't notice anyone as he begins his journey.]


[floor three/the library]

[He's found books. Books are useful, even if he's never owned one. (So he might look way too fascinated by everything, but cut him some slack.) He's going through and picking out books from each section, staring intently at the covers as he goes through. He puts some back, but the rest float behind him, surrounding in a light that flashes between red and blue.]

Comments

[xanthous]

[Ehehehehe.] I don't believe many people would have a good time with it.

Did you fail?

[alephbet]

I didn't fail. I saved the entire world, before I came here.

[xanthous]

But everyone here ith from dethtroyed worldth, tho I gueth that doethn't matter. [Oops.]

[alephbet]

I don't believe what the administrators tell us.

[xanthous]

[Bl...inks...]

Why would they lie?

[alephbet]

Why would they torture us, toss us in a tower full of monsters, and try to cause us pain in any way possible?

[xanthous]

Maybe they're all jutht a bunch of angry highbloodth? They would probably like thtuff like thith.

[alephbet]

Even just anger doesn't motivate people to do things like this.