Orihime Inoue (
rejecting) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-01-04 03:28 pm
Here comes a derp.
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.
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.

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[She grimaced a little, because she really didn't want anything removed... But when they arrived at the cafeteria's food, she brightened again, and stood, staring at all the egg dishes.]
Umm... This!
[She grabbed a large omelette. The one that had the most variety when it came to vegetables and such sticking out of the middle. Then she looked to Tohko, and waited to see what she'd get.]
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I think I'll eat this!
[..Not that she could taste it anyways.]
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[She led the way back to their seats, and sat down to dig in. After a silent moment of eating, she started talking again.]
Where did you live before here, Tohko-chan? Were you from Japan too?
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I was! What year was Japan in for you?
[Tohko then took a few bites of her pudding.]
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Really? Then I'm six years ahead of you.
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You're from the future??
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Yup! I'm from the year 2006..assuming that we come from the same universe.
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Sadly, those still only exist in stories. Earth is still the same as it ever was. Not too many changes have happened.
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[She looked a little disappointed, but she got over it pretty quickly.]
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[Doubtful, since they're robots, but still. She'd do what she could to try to justify it.]
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[She resolved to keep an eye out for robots on her own then... They couldn't be too hard to spot, right?]
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[Tohko smiled and took another bite of pudding as she spoke.]
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