towerofanimus | This is not the home I know

Characters: Guy and some of you people out there!
Setting: Room 5-02, the Dormitory levels, Floor 5, and Floor 38.
Format: Preference is brackets, but I'll follow suit.
Summary: When Guy left out on a journey, this is not where he was expecting to end up.
Warnings: Nothing for right now.

ROOM 5-02

[It was a horrifying sensation, not to remember where exactly you were. It was dark and a little bit cold. He could feel and hear. But for an agonizingly long moment, he couldn't do anything else. Words were caught in his throat, and he can feel that flicker of concern rising from deep in his gut. Was it just a nightmare? Maybe he'd drift back to sleep soon...

It's only when that concern slowly turns to panic that Guy's eyes suddenly snap open, breath coming hard as he yanks himself to a sitting position. Was it a dream? Where---

Where is he?

His fingers travel to his neck, eyes scanning the room for anything familiar as he tries to remain calm. These clothes... he's never seen anything like them before. And what the hell was this collar doing around his neck? The note on his bedstand is snatched up and read, but quickly put away soon afterwards.

"Let's all be happy here?" His brow furrows.]

Nice idea. Not sure how happy I'm feeling right now, though. More like I'm being held prisoner or something...

[Happiness wasn't really on his list of things to feel right about now. Not with how little they've seemed to tell him. And especially not if Auldrant's really gone...]

DORMITORY LEVELS

[After a simple change of clothes, Guy goes off to wander. It only takes a little bit of exploring his dormitory halls for Guy to realize just how bare the bedrooms around him are. He can't be the only one around here, right? Peeking in every doorway is starting to get a little tiring, and with no sound and no activity from any of these rooms, he's beginning to get the idea that not many other people live here.

Or, rather, not in this part of the building. Hopefully.

He's not quite in the mood to walk all the way down the stairs. So after a moment's hesitation, he heads upwards, only to find more rooms... and a much larger amount of people. He'll poke his head through the halls of each level, a reigned sense of urgency and concern behind his steps. He will stop if he's spoken to, but for the most part, he looks as if he's searching for someone in particular.]

FLOOR 5

[To be fair, he'd stepped onto the floor purely by accident. And for a very long moment, he didn't regret it whatsoever. The technology that suddenly surrounds him is absolutely astonishing, and had it not been in use, he would probably have been all over it to see how exactly it worked. For the time being, he watches from a distance and observes, awe in his eyes like a kid at a candy store.

That is, until someone directs him to the viewfinders. To see the somewhat familiar terrain of Auldrant in complete ruins, with not even the pool of mud and miasma remaining, strikes Guy cold from the minute he looks. For a long while, it's all he can do - view his world as much as possible and see if anything - anyone - might have survived. The more he watches, the more somber he grows, and he eventually turns away with a bitter disgust.

If this was some sort of joke, it wasn't funny in the least.]

FLOOR 38

[Something about the glass walls and layers of cloud and fog draw Guy off the staircase and into the lounge. He's seen Auldrant in ruins by now, yes. What kind of world had he been dumped on in the process, then?

There may be other people in the room, to which he'll nod his greeting with a tired smile, but he's decided to casually find a spot of these endless windows to lean against, taking a good look down as he does so.]

Man. How high up does this place really go...?

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[Romeo is usually a mess, he is twelve, mess seems to be attracted to him.] It's Christmas sir!

Christmas?

[He sounds clueless. Probably because he is clueless. But the kids seems earnest enough.]

Can't say I know what that is. It must be pretty special if you're putting this kind of work into it, though. Could you tell me more about it?

It's a holiday in my world, and some other worlds because God had a son who was really really nice and helped lots of people so we remember his birthday even though it happened a long time ago because it was important. It's a happy day because he helped lots and lots of people and kept everyone's spirits up!

[The fast pace of the boy's words get Guy to chuckle.]

So, you keep others' spirits up in remembrance of that. Doesn't sound like a bad idea.

I guess there's more to it then making cakes, though, right?

Yes sir! [He grins and nods] Some people give each other presents as well I think because Jesus got presents when he was born and he was so nice he decided other people should get presents on his birthday too. And you're meant to go to Church and listen to the story of when he was born and remember all the good things he did. But the Church here belongs to the bad people... [And he didn't think God could hear them here]

Ahh... well, that isn't very nice of them, huh? [He isn't one to talk deeply about religion, normally. But the kid sure is earnest.]

It's kind of you to remember the good things, though. That's important. I take it they don't celebrate Christmas the way you think they should?

No. But the bad people do lots of bad things, sir. [He shrugs] I don't think there's just one wa to celebrate it sir because all the worlds are really really different. The bad people don't celebrate it at all I don't think. Or maybe they do. We don't see them much.

Mmm. Maybe, maybe not. Even if it's a little different, everyone has to have something to celebrate.

If you don't see them much, though, then why do you say they're bad people?

[Not denying the fact, since this place gives him the creeps already, but he hasn't been given much of a description of things that are done around here. He, uh, wasn't planning on asking a boy. But it couldn't hurt.]

Because they do bad things, not all the time but a lot. We might not see them much but they make us play games or do experiments and they like making us cry.

Games... [If there's crying involved, he'll assume those aren't exactly the fun kind of games.]

Like what? What do they make people do?

Well... one time we got teddy bears and had to go and play hide and seek, but then the teddy bears killed us when they found us and it was really scary... and another time we were stuck in costumes and had to go find candy and when we didn't find it we got squashed and came back as bad people.

Oh... well. Geez. That doesn't sound like much fun at all, huh...

[He tries his very best to keep that trickle of unease out of his voice. So they were playthings even to the point of fatality? What kind of sick joke was this...?]

Do people always get hurt during these games?

Most of the time. There's experiments too when mister Jason is in charge, he likes turning people into things.

Mmm. I bet he does it without their permission too, right? Sounds like a pretty big mess.

Mister Jason... he's one of the people in charge?

Yes, he never asks. Because we'd all say no. He's one of them yes, and he's the baddest. Well Ruana is badder I think, but they are all bad really.

Ruana and Jason, huh... [He'll have to ask around about those two. It sounds like there's others as well, but he's pretty sure he's done asking a kid about people like that.]

Hmm. I guess it's good we've got people like you around, though, right?

[He lifts the cake up in a little bit of a "toast", smirking a bit.]

It's hard to make people smile when you've got difficult things that going on. But I don't know. I think you're doing a good job.

I hope so sir, It's important to keep our spirits up. Because if we don't then the bad people will win.

Then we've got a small victory on our sides right now, don't we?

[He breaks off a small piece, popping it into his mouth and swallowing before he speaks again.]

So, what's the name of the master chef?

[Romeo beamed at that] I'm Romeo, sir!

[His brows arch, looking slightly impressed.]

That's a nice name. How old are you, Romeo?

Thank you sir! I'm twelve. [Which is totally grown up okay!]

What's your name?

[Only twelve, and yet trapped in a place like this... He can't help but let his smile grow a little rueful. It was cruel.]

Twelve is a pretty fantastic age to be.

And you can call me Guy. Just Guy, though. [He leans in a bit, as if he's telling some super important secret.] Between you and me, "sir" makes me feel like an old man.

[Cause he's super old. Totally super old.]

[He beams, twelve is the best age in his opinion, until he turns thirteen at least.

He grins and nods, he's used to adults telling him just to call them by name by now.] It's nice to meet you Guy!

[Oh kiddo stop, you're winning his heart over and he barely even knows you!]

Nice to meet you, too, Romeo. Don't let me keep you, though! Looks like you've got more deliveries to make.

[He pauses, looking at the boy's bare feet.]

And watch where you step, okay?

I do! [He grinned and then glanced down at his feet] I will si... I mean Guy!

This is not the home I know

sob I am so sorry ;;

greatest first day ever, barring being killed

sob

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