towerofanimus | Snoop, we're not in Pokeland, anymore.

Characters: Dave Strider of the game transplant type and YOU
Setting: Outside room 3-04, and the cafeteria
Format: Action but if you want prose, bring it and I'll match you.
Summary: So you heard about those two pokemon trainers? Well there is a third...
Warnings: Language, probably. Will update as needed.

Room 3-04

[Going to bed and waking up somewhere new had only happened twice in Dave's life. He wasn't a fan of before and now is no different. Some part of him expected it. Like how his dreams are full of mazes, the screeching of crows, and death painted in so many colorful ways. Once the waking hour happens, he tends to push it out of his head.

Not thinking about it has been his best friend. Unfortunately, now he has to consider it because of a letter. Then again, if it had been old gold tooth who brought him here, he'd expect to be space dust.

He stands in the hallway just outside room 3-04 and frowns down at his pokegear. The piece of shit just isn't connecting which is stupid. It has perfect signal, usually. Dave is different from the one any tower resident would be familiar with. He's clearly older, fairly tall, and starting to fill out and take on more of a resemblance to his parents.

He stuffs the gear into the pocket of his dark coat and looks to the flame maned unicorn to his left.] Don't look at me, man. I got nothing to even say about this. If you're along for the ride that means either I'm asleep, so, stand by for murder by the ticking clock, or, who even knows.

[He reaches out to pat her nose, giving it a reassuring rub with a sigh.] If it's Team Rocket don't settle for hot foot. Roast their shorts.

Cafeteria

[By this point, he's gotten hungry. Anyone treading into the cafeteria will find one blond haired shade wearing douche of a guy in a dark coat sitting between two large dragons. None of them look all that pleased with the food but they're eating the stupid oatmeal anyway. Dave wasn't the only one that got so hopelessly spoiled on Jane's cooking.

Sitting wrapped up in a knitted scarf (red, green, purple, and blue), is a large egg. Dave keeps checking on it, sometimes shifting so he can keep an eye on his scaled bros and the egg at the same time. After a while he just transfers it to his lap where he knows it will be safe.]

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Actually, they don't have eyes. Or faces at all, to be 100% accurate. And there aren't really that many of them. You're safe dude, don't worry. The glass is pretty sturdy.

You say that like we're not in some b-rated horror flick with collars we can't get off. Yes, John. Everything is going to be magical and shit is that a unicorn??

Okay well...fine nitpick me on that part. You're safe on that floor. Obviously I can't say the same for all of them. I mean shit there's a torture chamber and a jail for starters. And they added a circus last month along with the ballpit and you just know that can't be good news.

[Because clowns, man.]

Of course it isn't good. It would be like if they added a bakery. [He is teasing you.] I still say we look into that ballpit.

Of course not, you'd probably have to give up an arm to get a loaf of bread or something. Incidentally, while on that topic: avoid the restaurant. Because apparently a meal there can literally cost you an arm and a leg sometimes. I haven't tried it myself so I am not sure to what extent that is true. But yeah, if you're done with your oatmeal we could head up that way.

...Well that's comforting. Yeah, I'm done. Where are we headed from here? [Dave stands up from the table and signals to his pokemon to follow him. Both dragons rise as one and come to stand at his sides.]

Wherever you want to go! If we take the elevator back up to the dorms we could go check out the ball pit if you wanted. We could always walk up there too but...that'll take forever from all the way down here. But it would give us a chance to stop on some of the other floors if you wanted a mini tour or something.

[He doesn't care, Dave. He just wants to spend time with you. He shouldn't be happy that you're here, he really shouldn't...but he guiltily is.]

[It only takes him a second to decide the elevator is not where he wants to go. Not only is that a tight, enclosed space but once the cable snaps...] Let's go take that mini-tour for the new guy in town.

Excelleeeent. Come on, let's go! [John grabs Dave's arm, tugging him towards the exit, Michael J. and Chandel following after the two of them happily.]

I'm coming, I'm coming. No need to rush. [But he keeps pace with John's tugging anyway. He's totally cool with hanging with John.]

Alright so, obviously as you saw, the first floor is the cafeteria. The menu changes monthly so don't worry it's not always bleeding conversation-heart burgers. But we are unfortunately stuck with those for the rest of the month. [He starts making his way up the stairs towards the second floor.] But it's better than the nutrition bars they were serving my first month here.

And the kitchen is stocked with whatever supplies are neccessary to make what the lunch room is serving so there's always the option of whipping something up yourself.

So between you and me, we can make something else until we're on hippy lunch hour. [He nods and stuffs his hands into his pockets while walking after John.]

Keep talking, I'm paying attention. Fyi, heart burgers is really damn disturbing. It's like some school lunch attempt to follow a holiday.

Basically, yeah. Though, not going to lie, I really hope we don't have a repeat of nasty-ass cardboard bars lunchtime hooplah. Once was enough, 'kay thanks.

[Though somehow he doubts this will be the last of it.]

But yeah, it really kind of is. Like there's getting into the spirit of the holiday and then there's...bleeding heart burgers. I feel like a line was crossed somewhere. Anyway! [Next floor! Time for a subject change.] Floor two: infirmary. This is where you come every other week for your collar checkups, like it said in the letter. Or if you like...cut yourself or need some aspirin or something. Pretty straightforward.

Snoop, we're not in Pokeland, anymore.

i would laugh if it did. so hard you don't even know.

I'd be laughing with you. THE IRONY it would be beautiful.

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