Ad Visitatores

[animusmods]

Characters: anyone participating in the event
Setting: floor 56 and eventually other areas of the Tower
Format: either
Summary: Welcome to the Tower.
Warnings: horror/creepiness/potential danger/generally unfortunate things all possible
Notes: PLEASE GO HERE TO MAKE NEW POSTS.

A few minutes before anything happens, Ruana's voice rings out over the Tower's intercom--it manages to be louder than anything the residents happen to be doing. "Hey, everyone, there's something exciting going on at floor fifty-six! Go make sure they don't get themselves killed!"


You arrive, stepping or tumbling, in a surgical suite. It looks abandoned, with dust collecting on the table and floors. The lights flicker, and for a moment blood dripping off the table, puddling on the floor--but no, the lights are back, and surely that was your imagination. It's quiet, eerily so, but nothing hinders you, and you're free to spread out and explore. There are multiple rooms here, like in any hospital, and it's all a bit confusing. Occasionally the lights flicker, and it's a bit frightening as Things appear that shouldn't exist. Shadowy creatures stitched together and reaching for you, doctors brandishing phantom surgical tools, blood splattering the walls or floor or ceiling, how did it get there--but none are real, and all of them vanish when the lights return. Eventually you find the staircase, spiraling up and down into darkness. Approach it, though, and the thing glitters with a barrier that will push back any attempts at climbing the thing.

A girl, a teenager dressed in red and black, appears. And she does simply appear, inserting herself into the space, nearly pushing it aside to make room in it for where she is now. Her face beams with unconcealed excitement, and her words tumble out on top of themselves. "You can't go there! Yet, I mean. You'd all die!"

The girl steps onto the staircase, passing through the barrier as if it weren't there, and sits on the steps to address everyone. "Hi! I'm Ruana. You didn't show up the normal way, so the Tower can't support you yet. We got this one floor ready when I saw you were coming but, well, the Tower's kind've big, so getting all of them set up is taking a little longer than I thought." She smiles, sheepishly apologetic in a carefree sort of way. "I've got everyone coming here to visit you--or at least they know they can visit you--and I'll have someone bring food up for you. It'll be oatmeal, and oatmeal is super boring, but you have to eat it, okay? Then you can have whatever you want! The cafeteria's down on the first floor if you get hungry. We should have everything ready in a few hours. I've gotta go help with that, so you guys wait here.

"Don't worry, the monsters can't get to this floor as long as that barrier is up."

And then she's gone, blinking out of existence. The barrier will remain for three hours.

Comments

[morituramfides]

[Wow Shinjiro, rude.

He scoffs at the blatant insult, readjusting his his glasses.] Keeping up appearances ain't exactly a priority on my to-do list.

[themortalhalf]

[He glances up to a blood spatter on the ceiling.]

Doesn't seem like much of a priority here, period.

[Shinjiro grimaces.]

Getting sick of damn Towers. Guess it figures I'd find you of all people in one.

[morituramfides]

Heh. Trust me, it's not by choice this time.

[He actually liked Tartarus. He did follow Shinjiro's glance up to the ceiling though.]

That's not even the worst of it. Usually they keep it tidier. [Unless it's one of the bloody floors we mean.]

[themortalhalf]

[Yeah, well, you're weird, dude. He's glad Tartarus is gone. Damn place.]

I figured that collar wasn't your idea of a fashion statement.

[He may not be on good terms with Jin, but he has enough of a heart to feel some sort of sympathy towards him, regardless of what things he might deserve. It's hard to completely hate someone who looks like he's been through Hell's washing machine. Shinjiro had meant every word when he said Jin looked like shit.]

What's the worst of it?

[morituramfides]

[No you're weird. Jerk.]

Not exactly. [He idly tugged at the collar as if it were just a tight fighting turtleneck that was starting to get uncomfortable. But of course, it didn't budge.]

Hmph. Where do I even begin to start? The insane surgeon in charge, or the crazy girl who took over and thinks we're in her giant dollhouse?

[themortalhalf]

[Ass.]

So you mean all of it.

[Which tells him enough. He's got no optimistic expectations. Nothing in his life can stay right for very long.]

How long have you been here?

[morituramfides]

[Douche.]

...Who knows. [He can't even be mad anymore about how long he's been here, he's just tired of it.]

I lost track after a few months. It could've been a year, it could be more. I haven't got a clue.

[themortalhalf]

[He snorts.]

Thought you were more practical than to lose track of shit.

[Though the idea that Jin had just stopped bothering is worrisome enough. You stop caring about that, you stop caring about other things.]

[morituramfides]

Maybe when it matters. [Or... when he hadn't flipped his shit at some point down the months making him forget the time span of said flip out. Ahem.]

You can tell when a day passes, and you can tell when a month changes. That's about all that really matters.