towerofanimus | ~1st Solo~

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~1st Solo~

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?

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—Hm?

[And Hidetoshi, who had rounding the corner of the hallway and walking down it, notices the new face poking his head cautiously out of one of the dormitory doors and looking up and down the hall before calling out uncertainly. That's... Another new arrival, he assumes. So, Kurt, there's a fellow teenager with an orange collar of his own clamped around his neck, dark gray hair and dressed in a school uniform pausing before continuing to walk towards you. Wryly;]

Why yes, there is somebody here.

[Despite the fact that Kurt was really hoping he wasn't the only one in this place, he still jumps about a mile at the response, fumbling with the door, then placing a hand over his heart in a somewhat melodramatic gesture of shock.]

You scared me. [It's slightly more accusation than statement, but only slightly.]

[Hidetoshi stops a polite distance away from the other boy, close enough to easily hold a conversation but no more. He lifts one of his eyebrows upward, arms stiff at his sides.]

Really? Sorry. [Yeah, not exactly bothered by that vaguely accusatory tone of voice or kinda exaggerated gesture of shock, just acknowledging he said it at all. Without waiting for a response to that, he continues;] I take you're a new arrival?

Hello.

[Kariya limps toward Kurt, turning a corner and moving toward the sound of his voice. He doesn't present the prettiest of pictures, the left side of his face badly scarred and slack, his left eye pale and sightless, but he's smiling.

Upon viewing Kurt, he notes the jumpsuit beneath the cardigan, the worried expression. He raises his hand in a quick wave of greeting.]

You must be new. I'm Kariya.

[Kurt straightens up a little, smoothing his cardigan and his hair, he primping distracting him from just how crazy this entire thing is.] I am, yes. You don't seem surprised.

[Kurt startles at the sight of someone else, barely stifling the gasp of shock at the scars. The smile is only moderately more reassuring -- is that a "hello fellow person" smile or a "hello newest victim" smile? Kurt thinks it might be safer to just assume everyone is a serial killer.

But he waves back, awkwardly, still hovering in the doorway.] Charmed. New where, exactly? This...is not Vogue.

I have no reason to be. Waves of newcomers to this place aren't exactly unexpected. [Happened every monthly or so after all. Hidetoshi gave him a measuring glance, his face expressionless before speaking.]

Well, I'd say welcome to the Tower of Animus but this isn't a very welcoming place.

No, it isn't. It's called the Tower. I've never heard it called anything else. [Kariya remembers being new himself. He wishes it were easier to welcome new people. It's not as if he has much good news for them.]

It's another world. But don't believe the letters. Our worlds can't have been destroyed. [No matter what, Kariya remains 100% certain of that fact.]

I'm sorry you were brought here. It's a dangerous place. But there are kind people here. You won't be alone.

...you mean this happens all the time? Are we being harvested? Oh my god, it's like that awful Tom Cruise movie. We're all going to be processed and turned into bloody seaweed.

[Kurt is going to slump onto the floor now, not without quite a bit of melodrama.]

...the Tower. That's...suitably vague and ominous.

[Kurt swallows hard -- he's been trying to forget about that letter -- and manages a smile.] Well, that's a relief. My world is where I keep all my things.

I'm Kurt Hummel, by the way.

[... Is he like that German exchange student. And which awful Tom Cruise movie, there are many Tom Cruise movies and not all of them are localized into Japan. Hidetoshi doesn't care for the melodrama before him.]

No, apparently our worlds are being annihilated all the time. [Do you hear his skepticism regarding this so-called fact. There was evidence that proved it correct, like people returning to their ruined home worlds and then coming back to the Tower with confirmation of the desolation, but he preferred to hold onto a bit of optimism.] You received that letter from the administration, correct? They claim they saved us from the destruction of our worlds, and brought us here.

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It is, isn't it? It's run by the administrators. [Another vague and ominous term.] There are a few of them. They can't be trusted.

[In spite of the bad news he has, he returns Kurt's smile readily, glad to see Kurt can at least keep his spirits up a little.] Me too. I believe there's a way we can get back to them. To all our things.

It's nice to meet you, Kurt. I'm Kariya Matou. [He gives his full name this time. It's not as if most people assign any significance to the name Matou, so it doesn't matter.] I wish we were meeting under better circumstances.

That is completely ridiculous. [Apparently Kurt recovers from bouts of melodrama really...really quickly. He's already standing up, knee-length leopard sweater swishing around him as he smooths the front of his jumpsuit.] There is one world. One. Un. If it's destroyed, where are we?

...obviously this is a social experiment of some kind.

...have you met them? Are you sure they aren't extremely talented actors?

[Kurt nods slightly, mumbling the name under his breath, getting used to it.] Me too...but this place doesn't seem too terrible. There's a...floor. And a very nice ceiling too, I noticed. And nothing is trying to dissect us.

...right?

You don't place any stock in the multiverse theory then?

[Hidetoshi crosses his arms across his chest, his stance firm but largely passive. It goes without saying this was ridiculous, but he had been used to thinking of the entire affair as mundane in a sense.] Fine. I've already informed you, but I will repeat myself; we are currently within the Tower of Animus, a nasty place where the administration runs monthly unethical experiments on the population of residents and feeds us terrible food. I highly doubt you're from whatever dimension it's in.

... [Newbies. :|] Incorrect.

Multi...no, no I don't. That's absurd. This entire thing is absurd.

[Kurt pauses, twisting his fingers together anxiously, the bravado of moments before completely gone.] ...would you please...define "unethical"?

[Almost bitterly:] I am well aware of the absurdity in this situation. But I suggest you reevaluate some of your beliefs about how things work.

[Or go nuts trying to apply muggle logic to the Tower, feel free to do that too.]

[Hidetoshi pauses, remembering the first days of his own arrival here, the bewilderment, the fear, and the general sense of nothing being the way it should be. He felt sympathy for this teenager's anxiety.

He grimaces, distaste leaking through his facade, but gives no sugarcoating as well as no details. Anyway, exposition time!] Your body, your mind, perception of the world around you—they can, and will tamper with all of that, no bothering with minor details like consent. Hallucinations, abuse of power, distortion of how you recall events, risk of fatalities, and deaths are common.

[He runs his fingers through his hair, feeling a little bad that this guy had ended up here with the rest of them.]

Basically, expect the morals of your average team of mad scientists given absolute control over a Tower like this when dealing with a month's experiment.

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[At least Kurt isn't particularly violent or outspoken when it comes to fear or panic. He goes quite deathly pale, tangling his fingers together and squeezing until his knuckles go white. But he doesn't pass out and he doesn't have a complete emotional breakdown.

In fact, after a long moment of silent internalizing, he forces a very artificial smile and squares his shoulders before holding a hand out.] Thank you for the explanation.

I don't believe you told me your name.

[That's a decent, though clearly artificial to anybody's eyes, attempt to pull off being cheerful and an applaudable effort on Kurt's part to hold off an an utter emotional breakdown or panic attack. He waits out the long moment of silence with patience, and when he offers his hand, Hidetoshi takes it in a firm grasp and shakes it politely. Gonna ignore the fakeness of his smile because he'd pretty surprised if the news had been taken well.]

You're welcome. I'm sorry you were brought here as well.

My apologies. I'm called—[you look either American or British, so let's go with giving a name in the western order]—Hidetoshi Odagiri. And you are...?

I haven't met them, but I've seen them on the network. The computers. We don't know much about them, but I doubt they're actors. They control this place.

[He frowns, not knowing how much to reveal all at once. It can be overwhelming. He'd like to soften the blow as much as possible.

He hesitates when Kurt mentions being dissected. It's a telling pause.]

There are some good things here, but it's a very dangerous place. They experiment on us.

Do you have any idea...why? [Kurt's looking for connections. If there's some sort of rhyme or reason to who gets brought here, maybe he can figure out who's behind it and maybe how to stop it.]

Oh, I'm sorry. Kurt Hummel, pleased to meet you.

[That's not a good pause. That's a BAD pause. Kurt is going to turn very pale, but, after a moment of swallowing and twisting his fingers together, he manages a high, squeaky laugh.]

Well. At least I'll never be bored?

[There's a pause.

No, he can't claim to have any idea why madmen would chose to do what they do in this place. Dax and Zo would possibly be either misguided, unable to work against their collages or under the belief they were actually saving people from the destruction of their worlds, but Jason and Ruana were... Unsalvageable, to put it one way.]

We have been given several possible lines of reasoning behind the administration's actions, but it's difficult to sort out the truth from the falsehoods. [Sadism, a need for expendable lab rats to experiment on, a mere part of a greater scheme, flat out madness... The conclusions that could be drawn for what drove them varied. Hidetoshi released Kurt's hand and dropped his arm back to his side.]

Likewise, Kurt-san.

Just...just Kurt is fine. [Kurt seems a little flustered, folding his hands in front of himself and turning pink in the face.]

That would be awfully rude of me. [Hidetoshi shakes his head. Dropping an honorific would imply they actually knew each other: referring to a total stranger without it was more than a bit of a faux pas.]

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