towerofanimus | Yeah screw the song you can totes wake me up now

Characters: a blonde walks into a bar. It hurts.
Setting: Dormitory floors!
Format: starting in action but whatever feels good
Summary: This dream is stupid and you should all feel stupid. BT Otherwise known as Roxas wanders about the dormitory floors trying to wake himself up, herp.
Warnings: denial. Denial denial denial.

[He must have fallen asleep at some point, because otherwise none of this really adds up. Not that any of it is adding up, anyway; generally there's a feeling there, a weight on your shoulders when someone's subconscious is tying you to their dreams, wanting you to play a certain role, a part. Roxas can't feel anything like that, and he's certain he would never dream anything like this-]

[He can't feel Sora either, a marked difference that has him up as soon as he's ready to move, away from his(?) room and down the corridor, up the stairs. Down again.]

[He really shouldn't have drifted down to floor 100.]

Why isn't it working? C'mon, just wake up.... [He's relying on pinching himself already and that's just ridiculous. Nothing's working. The answer to what would is going to be right at the forefront of his mind, later, but for now...]

[Roxas is eyeing the stairs off carefully. If he flung himself down, surely...]

[.........]

[Yeah okay maybe it's not the best idea. Hum.]

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[Announce yourself upon approach, mister. Roxas flinches, turning quickly to face...nice outfit, chief.]

That's up for debate... [Of course, if this person is here, he probably believes this is reality.] Whats this place supposed to be, anyway?

[Eyeroll. He's fairly sure he's not crazy today, okay, blondie? You might be, though.]

This is the Tower, you're stuck here with the rest of us, try not to die.

[Want better info then ask better questions.]

[Ah, so crazy is just Tuesdays and bank holidays then. Gotcha.]

The Tower? [Well isn't that descriptive? Roxas raises a brow, crossing his arms and looking; curious, interest piqued. The more he knows the sooner he can change this. Most towers have doors, you know. A ground floor? Front entrance? It's not that hard.

There's not one.

[Really, you think he'd still be here if there was?]

Or at least if there is one, it's in a level only the administrators can access.

The administrators. [Ah. That must be the people in charge of the dream.]

Alright, so where are they? I'll ask to leave.

[...Okay, yeah, he's laughing a bit now. He's seen enough in the last two months that the idea of just going up to the admins and asking to leave is a little hilarious.]

Good luck with that. If you say please, they probably won't give you to Jason.

[Maybe.]

[wow r o o d. Thanks Asch, u dick.]

Is Jason their terrifying chihuahua? Guard dog?

And have you ever tried asking? It's a simple answer to this, you know.

[He crosses his arms, snorting at the mental image.]

Try the ruthless, immoral bastard in charge of the "experiments" here.

[He... is not even going to answer the other bit. It's that stupid.]

Yeah screw the song you can totes wake me up now

ROXAS SHALL START A COLLECTION

THIS UN'S THE GRUMPIEST

HE TRAVELLED WITH DONALD???

Donald has non-grumpy times.

He's still p grumpy

yeah obviously

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