So, about these time paradoxes...

[forgetbeam]

Characters: Ishimaru [replies from eyebrowsareforever] and You
Setting: Various places in the tower
Format: Your pick!
Summary: It's been ten years for Ishimaru, and he's mellowed out a little. The tower's obviously worn him down, but he keeps on trucking! And with all these new arrivals coming in, he figures he should help them settle in. If only he could find those informational pamphlets he wrote up years ago...
(Feel free to establish some kind of pre-existing TYL relationship!)
Warnings: Depends on who shows up.

[Libraries and Study Room]

[The reference books might be a little less popular than the ones on the third floor, but Ishimaru himself has always preferred them. Even after 'graduating' (or the closest thing he could get to it here), he never really broke the habit of sitting and studying for what could often be hours at a time. That's not what he's after today, though! With all the new arrivals in the Tower, he's going to need to bust out the little booklets he made up long ago just in case people started showing up again. Ha! Good thing he thought ahead.

But the only trouble is... where are they? He could have sworn he'd placed them on a very specific shelf here. Did someone take them out and put them back in the wrong place? Did the Administrators take them away? Did someone decide to use them as kindling on a colder month?

Whatever, he's going to do a thorough search of each and every shelf.

This search continues in the study room a floor down, ending in the other library. The longer he's at it the more visibly frustrated he is, frowning and clenching his teeth and all, but he does not give up until he's looked everywhere. He's very likely to ask anyone in his path if they've seen the books, too.]



[Cafeteria]

[He can't believe he wasted a few hours trying to find something that isn't even there. By this point he's realized that something weird is going on with the Tower again, and doesn't think it's worth it working on new booklets just yet. If there's no change by the end of the month, he'll do it, but for now he'll settle on individual explanations. Of course, most of the other long-term residents have probably taken care of most of it.

Not only is he feeling a little useless after his failed search, he's hungry, so it's off to the cafeteria. It's halfway through the month, and that's always about the time he gets tired of eating the same things all the time, but he knows better than to risk the restaurant. At least it's not those bars again.

But as hungry as he is, it's so hard to force anything down. He doesn't give up, though! Maybe he should try out this hunting business later.]



[Swimming Pool]

[Hunting's going to have to wait until tomorrow, though. It's getting late in the day and he'd love to get some kind of exercise in that doesn't involve hacking monsters to bits. So! It's time for a leisurely swim!

Except "leisurely" means "doing laps as fast and splashily as possible." Some things haven't changed at all in the last decade.]



[Elsewhere]

[So maybe you encounter him on a different day, in another place. He could be anywhere from his dorm/the surrounding hallways, watching movies in the media room (he's become That Guy who tries to memorize and speak along with the entire script), clearing monsters from around the stairways on the more dangerous floors, or... wherever, really.]

Comments

[eyebrowsareforever]

Nothing's broken for three years.

[THAT WAS ONE TIME...]

[geometry]

Nothing should have broken, period. [ :I ]

[eyebrowsareforever]

[And just like that, his intense enthusiasm for dish washing all but dissipates, and he looks horribly embarrassed while he starts drying instead.]

I know... It was a really stupid mistake back then, too.

Here. It'll finish it gently.

[geometry]

[As he should. Tsk tsk, Ishimaru. You have brought shame upon your entire family.]

Better.

[WATCHING INTENSELY... and then walking back to the door to check on the state of the buffet tables. Sigh. Better get working on more curry. There's a half-full (and totally huge) pot of rice on the stove, so Equius sets to work finding more bowls, having filled all that he took out earlier. The other pot, containing the spices, meat and so on, is now empty. Equius glances into it, and without ceasing to unload the bowls, speaks to Ishimaru.]

Do you want your first lesson now? We're out of stew.

[eyebrowsareforever]

[Nah his Grandpa took care of that shaming thing FOREVER AGO.

While Equius goes out to check on food troughs, Ishimaru washes his hands as well. Just for the sake of being thorough.]

Right, let's get started! What do we need for this?

[geometry]

It's quite simple. All you have to do is measure the ingredients and put them into this pot. [He gestures towards said pot.] You do know how to read ingredients, right?

[eyebrowsareforever]

I know that much! Just- just give me the recipe.

[geometry]

[Heh. A corner of Equius' mouth picks up.]

Let me write it down.

[And so he does, scribbling down the ingredients on a piece of paper (conjured from thin air) and handing the list, once completed, to Ishimaru.]

[eyebrowsareforever]

[Of all the weird magic stuff Ishimaru's seen while he's been here, conjuring paper seems like one of the more useful skills. He might be a little impressed, but that still doesn't make him any less offended from before.]

Thanks.

[He looks it over, frowning.]

Potatoes, carrots, an apple, any available meat... Oil? Flour? Really?

[geometry]

[He shrugs.] It works well enough.

If you think you can make a better list of ingredients, though, be my guest.

[eyebrowsareforever]

N...no, this should be fine. I just wasn't expecting flour to be on the list.

[Flour only counts with baking, obviously. He roots through the pantries and cold storage until he has successfully collected all the ingredients, setting each one on the counter in a neat little row.]

I'll get peeling these!

[He was pretty eager to say that before Equius could tell him to first...]

I'm sorry, big!Equius is kind of a jerk

[geometry]

Hm.

[Gurl, don't even try to out-bake Equius Zahhak. He's even better than that at cooking.]

Right. Well, this rice will get old soon... try to be quick about it.

They should totally meet again post-event

[eyebrowsareforever]

[Yeah, so maybe the years have mellowed Ishimaru out considerably. But that doesn't mean he's finally above getting all worked up when he feels his pride's at stake.

There is absolutely nothing that can go wrong with trying to peel vegetables at a breakneck pace.]

I'm going as fast as--!

[THERE GOES

THE VERY TIP OF HIS FINGER

GENTLY CARESS]

For. Sure.

[geometry]

Oh.

[He sounded remarkably flat for someone who was, internally, asking what kind of a gently caressing moron actually goes so fast that he lobs his own fingertip off.]

...Well, take your finger away from the ingredients, we don't want the blood to mix in. Go stand by the door and wait for me. [And he's going to proceed around the room, turning off all stovetops (only you can prevent Tower fires!) before leading Ishimaru up the stairs. Iiiiit's nurse Equius time.]

[eyebrowsareforever]

[Fortunately, it's not the entire joint - just a nice big slice of the flesh just beneath his short fingernail. Unfortunately, it's still bleeding. He grabs one of the dishcloths and balls it around his finger while he follows Equius' directions.

He's certainly suffered a lot worse over the years. Monsters and booby traps all over the place make even the worst gaping wound seem like just another scrape. No, it's the circumstances of this particular injury that really get to him.

Time to be really mature and SULK ABOUT IT THE WHOLE WAY. He's an adult.]

I'll-- damn it-- I can treat it!

[geometry]

Are you sure about that?

[Because he doesn't sound too convinced. Ishimaru's already ruined himself, hate to get too much further with that, you know? So don't mind Equius just casually walking past him into the cafeteria beyond, and from there he heads straight over to the staircase. He looks entirely calm about the whole thing. Yeah, there's a human adult with a bleeding finger walking right behind him, what's the problem with that?]

You only took off the flesh, correct? Nothing below the nail?

[eyebrowsareforever]

[He pulls the cloth away momentarily, but it's no good. He can't tell with all the blood.]

I'm pretty sure... We'll find out once it's cleaned. I mean, I'll find out. It's fine!

[How can he treat this wound to his ego...]

[geometry]

We'll find out. I have a considerable amount of experience in this infirmary, and it can be... difficult. No place for an injured patient to be treating himself if he can help it.

[Mmmmhm. They're in the infirmary now, and Equius immediately heads for the cloths, beckoning him to come over. Gotta wash it off first, of course, then wrap that up.]

[eyebrowsareforever]

[Well, there's no use protesting. He'd rather get it patched up right then get it infected or something. He begrudgingly pulls off the kitchen cloth and holds his hand out.]

...

[Time to swallow his pride.]

Thank you for putting up with this, even though it was my own fault.

[geometry]

[See? Now you're being a good, sensible child, Ishimaru. That's the way to do it. Listen to your grey-skinned alien overlords.]

You're welcome. To not help you out would just be cruel. [Especially since you probably don't know how to patch it up yourself...]

[eyebrowsareforever]

It isn't even that bad...!

[Alright, he's gotta stop being so contrary.]

But I guess it would be if it got infected.

[geometry]

Exactly.

[Good puppy, smart puppy.]

You are quite enthusiastic, aren't you?

[eyebrowsareforever]

Of course. You have to go into new things giving it your all or it's just not worth it.

I just... overdid it.

[geometry]

Perhaps you should look into fixing that. [While he looks into fixing your finger.]

[It's good to be enthusiastic, yes, but... not to this degree.]

[eyebrowsareforever]

Fix it? I'm not going to half-ass things...