towerofanimus | I have not been abandoned

Characters: Beck and open!
Setting: Room 1-19, and the dorm levels in general
Format: Prose to start but I’ll match either!
Summary: Beck is just waking up, and all of that good freaking out stuff.
Warnings: Uuuuhm, idk? Nothing, I don’t think.

The sleep paralysis was anything but comforting. Beck didn’t like the feeling, especially not after everything that had happened lately. What she didn’t like even more though? Was opening her eyes and realizing that she wasn’t in her room in Mosaic. She wasn’t sure what this place was, but it wasn’t home. She was still dressed in her clothes-sweatpants, shoes, tank top and hoodie, but there was also the fact that she was pretty sure she was wearing a collar now. That was not part of her normal attire.

Things were only bound to get worse when she sat up and noticed the two letters. At first, as she read first one and then the other, she wasn’t sure what to think. Her chest hurt, and she was sure this had to be some kind of really not funny practical joke. There was no way her world-the world-had been destroyed. She’d just finished helping save it, she could still feel the lingering soreness from that last hit she’d taken, the bolt of lightning or whatever it had been exactly-she hadn’t actually thought much after all, just acted.

So no, all things considered, she wasn’t going to believe this. She couldn’t. Not until she found someone, talked to someone. She couldn’t believe it because…she didn’t know what she would do.

“Hello?” She pushed herself off the bed with the slightest of winces, moving across the room, to the door, out into the hall. Everything was unfamiliar-had she just been kidnapped? Had someone managed to break into Mosaic? “Hello?” She called louder this time, pushing down panic and unease as best as possible.

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Judging by the unease in the voice Lithuania heard as he walked along the hallway, it sounded like someone else had been spirited away to the tower. Following the sound, he approached the woman with a sympathetic look--it had happened to everyone, after all.

"Hello, miss. You just got here?"

Beck flinched a bit at Lithuania's unexpected appearance, though relaxed after she realized that he didn't seem threatening. "Yeah." She nodded. "What is this place? Is...is it true about our world?" She wanted to know and didn't at the same time. She wanted it to be a lie; the world couldn't be destroyed.

Molly is running down the hallway, not a panicked run just a I like running run, and almost collides with Beck. She skids to a stop just in time, falling over but picking herself up quickly, "Hi! I'm Molly, are you new?"

"Oh!" Beck jumped back a bit, not having expected the girl to come running up. Usually, Beck would ask her if she was alright, but at the moment there were other, much more important things, on her mind. "Uhm, hi. Yeah, I am. My name's Beck. Do you...know anything about this place?"

It wasn't an unexpected question, but it wasn't really one Lithuania wanted to address. Still, he wasn't going to lie.

"It seems that way, yes," he said. "This is the Tower--or that's what we're calling it. I don't know if it has any other name."

"I...it's gotta be a lie. It can't be..." She wasn't sure she could handle that, thinking about it, dealing with it. If the world had been destroyed, then everything and everyone she knew-no, not Spike. If it was all gone, then he would still find a way to survive, she just knew it.

"How do they expect us to be happy here? I would have rather died with everyone else than be here knowing it's all gone."

"I went back once, and everything was destroyed," Lithuania said, although in a clipped tone that suggested he didn't want to expand on that if he could avoid it. "I don't know what their intentions are. We met them once but I wouldn't trust them."

"Oh..." Her heart sank at that, and she wasn't going to ask any more. About that, at least. "I'm sorry."

"They've got to have some reason for bringing people here...probably not a good reason." Past experience said it likely wasn't good, at least. "And what's with the collars?"

"They said it was to rescue us," Lithuania said, although he was dubious. "As for the collars, it's supposedly to keep us alive in this world."

He touched his own violet-tinged collar lightly. That he could almost believe; he shouldn't be alive, by all rights. His world was destroyed, his people dead. He didn't exist anymore, not really. He was something akin to a ghost, or maybe a zombie. It wasn't a pleasant thoguht.

"Rescue us why though? Why would they care, whoever they are?" It didn't really make sense. Nothing made sense, it was too much to take in all at once.

"Huh. Alright, I can but that, at least." It could be worse than a collar, it could be...well, she couldn't think of anything worse than her world being destroyed at the moment. Later, who knew what would happen though. Maybe...maybe there would even be someone she knew here.

Lithuania shrugged. "It could be just to be nice--I think that's what they want us to think, anyway. This tower isn't particularly safe, though, so I don't think it's that."

"Things are rarely done just to be nice," Beck sighed. It would be, well, nice though, to think that was the reason. "So what's this place like? Are there a lot of other people here?"

Lithuania nodded. "I'm not sure how many, between fifty and a hundred? People get added and removed, so it's hard to keep track exactly. It's--very odd. Sometimes it seems like they're trying to kill us, or at least torment us."

"Maybe we're lab rats." Well...that was something she didn't really want to think about, all things considered, but...at least it was a somewhat logical reason to save random people. "Not pleasant, but kind of makes sense. Maybe. I don't know."

"Maybe," Lithuania agreed, even if it really was an unpleasant thought. "It would be nice if the people in charge would do another question and answer session."

"It would be nice. It'd be even nicer to be back in a home that wasn't destroyed." She was trying not to think about it though, to not really think about it, and everything it meant. It was too much to take in right now, it would probably always be too much to try and deal with.

"One thing at a time, I suppose," Lithuania said. "I'm sure there's some way to fix everything."

He wouldn't be alive if all his people were dead. That knowledge, or hope, kept him at least somewhat upbeat. If everyone was dead, he would be too.

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