~1st Solo~

[canthaveme]

Characters: Kurt // open to everyone
Setting: Room 01-14, lower floors
Format: Action
Summary: Kurt has awoken in his room. He is not best pleased.
Warnings: None, at the moment~

[Well, it is. And at the moment, standing and examining the orange collar in great detail is pretty much all that's keeping Kurt from panicking.

The world's been destroyed? That's impossible. It's the only world there is, so if it's destroyed, then where is Kurt now? Some sort of afterlife, reserved for cynical atheistic teenage boys?]

At least I'll have something in common with the people here. [Kurt mumbles, giving up on trying to figure out the orange (ug) collar's purpose. After a moment of rummaging through his trunk, he finds his knee-length leopard print cardigan, which is at least somewhat better than the skintight white jumpsuit. He wraps it tightly around himself, hesitating at the door for a moment before poking his head out and looking up and down the hall.]

...hello? Anyone there?

Comments

[canthaveme]

Generally so do I, but...not this year. [Kurt shrugs, feigning like it doesn't matter much.]

Powerful like...politicians?

[vermicompost]

I never really celebrated them. [His family wasn't one for holidays. He used to want to celebrate them, though, when he was younger. Maybe a part of him still did. But not this holiday. He gives Kurt another brief sympathetic look as the elevator descends.] We should be able to ignore it for the most part. [Hopefully there won't be a repeat of Halloween.]

No, powerful as in... magic. Or advanced weapons. Any kind of power you can think of, someone here probably has it.

[canthaveme]

I used to coordinate my outfits and everything. [Heavy, heavy sigh.]

...you're joking. [A pause.] You aren't joking?

[vermicompost]

Did something happen? [Kariya asks the question gently, not wanting to pry.]

[He shakes his head.] No, I'm not joking. People come here from many different universes, with different abilities.

You and I probably aren't from the same universe, even though there may be similarities between our worlds.

[canthaveme]

[Kurt shrugs, uncomfortably, crossing his arms.] I broke up with my boyfriend. It seems...trivial now.

...huh. H-How about that. [Cue him turning quite pale.]

[vermicompost]

I'm sorry. [He sounds genuinely sympathetic.] I don't think things like that are trivial. Even here.

[Also, Kariya is a big (mostly secret) romantic.]

It's hard to to get used to. People often aren't what they seem here. But like I said, many of them are kind. The powerful ones, too. Just– be careful.

[canthaveme]

If those letters are correct, I would't see him again anyways. [It's said off-hand, but Kurt is suddenly very interested in studying the buttons on the elevator and not making eye contact.]

Mmm, I'll be careful. [A pause, then he smiles brightly at Kariya.] Lucky I met you first, hm?

argh, sorry, I thought I'd replied to this

[vermicompost]

[Something in Kariya's voice firms.] Don't believe those letters. They're not true. Our worlds can't be destroyed. There's no proof of it, and I won't believe it. The people we care about are still safe.

[He's emphatic and intense on this point, but he manages a smile at Kurt's next words.] Oh, I don't know, not particularly, though I'll do whatever I can for you. There are a lot of people here who'd be willing to help you.