Here comes a derp.

[rejecting]

Characters: Orihime and ANYONE~
Setting: Cafeteria and anywhere with a terminal.
Format: Your choice!
Summary: Orihime arrives! And does odd things.
Warnings: None.


[Cafeteria]
There was a teenaged girl seated at one of the tables. She had been informed that oatmeal had to be her first meal, and she wasn't terribly excited about that idea. Until she remembered something she had found in her trunk! She had raced back to the dorms, and later returned with a large bottle of honey barbecue sauce. Surely, it would make a sad and plain meal into one that was worthy of discerning taste buds (or really messed up ones such as Orihime's). So there she was, making her bowl of oatmeal into a orange-ish red mess, squirting oddly large amounts of sauce into it.



[A computer terminal!]
Orihime knew of the internet. She had even watched Tatsuki use it once or twice! She knew there were chatrooms and mail... and ways to find people. So obviously, it was the perfect solution to getting in touch with someone outside of the tower, right? She would just sit down and figure it out!

But that may have been easier said than done. It was a little overwhelming once she actually got down to it... And the first button she pressed turned the entire screen blue.

"Ah... No! That's not the internet!"

Panicking slightly, she pressed a few more buttons, causing the terminal to only beep lamely back at her with each keystroke.

Comments

[bloodyashes]

[Orihime what. He doesn't even. How the. You can't just declare yourself someone's friend like that!

I don't even have an icon appropriate for the confused stare he's giving her right now.]

...Asch.

[It's grudging, but he does take the bottle, in lieu of shaking her hand.]

[rejecting]

Asch-san! Have you lived in this tower for a long time?

[bloodyashes]

[Slightly raised eyebrows at the honorific because wtf, he doesn't have those in his world.]

Only about a month.

[Long enough to find out that terrible things happen without anything in particular happening to him.]

[rejecting]

[Get used to it! You'll be hearing it a lot!]

Ah... a month?

[Her face fell a little... She was looking forward to getting back home quickly.]

[bloodyashes]

[It is weird and you are weird, Orihime.]

There are other people who've been here a lot longer.

[Like a certain replica he's pointedly NOT thinking about currently because it'll just piss him off.]

[rejecting]

Really..?

[If that were the case, she needed to stop moping. Other people had it just as bad, if not worse, and she'd need to be cheerful for them.]

Oh but, we'll definitely be able to find a way home sometime, I think!

[bloodyashes]

[He nods slightly.]

Some for more than a year, from what I've heard.

[In short: be optimistic about going home all you like. He's not going to be.]

[rejecting]

But these things take time! There are a lot of people here though, so, working together, I bet we could accomplish it!

[bloodyashes]

[There is only so much unbridled optimism he can handle at once. Asch sets the bottle down, a cynical look on his face.]

If it's possible, I'm sure someone will find a way.

[That's as optimistic as he gets. Asch starts getting up to leave, straightening his tabard slightly.]

[rejecting]

Oh, are you leaving?

[She really should be getting back to her food... probably anyway.]

Okay! I will see you again soon, Asch-san!

[And then she began to wave.]

[bloodyashes]

[And she's waving at him what is this woman on yeah he's out of here bye.]