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

Dat accomplice ending Adachi, FINALLY here and NOPEING at the event.

[misogynistic]

[Before Adachi sits a lone plate of drippy oatmeal. His only utensil is a fork.

So, let's recap. Hospitals. Little girls. Is there a joke in there, seeing as he'd seen Yu as well as Nanako in the hospital around a day ago? Nah, no way. And all this talk about barriers, monsters... Another thing he would've found ironic, if only the IT had confronted him that day...

But the only important thing here is: how is he supposed to eat this.]

...You know, I think it's about time I got sick of hospitals.

He ain't the only one NOPEING at this event.

[pitiedthefool]

[Speaking of that there IT... isn't that an older kid who looks suspiciously like Yu, talking with a few others? But nah, it couldn't be. After all, wasn't he still bedridden in the hospital, still recovering from a fight he wasn't yet strong enough for?

Because there is someone there, and he just got the strangest feeling of dread before turning around, and--

...Aw hell. As if the voice hadn't confirmed it, already. Excusing himself silently, he simply walked a little closer. "Sick of hospitals", huh?]

Welcome to a club most of us have been in for months.

[Well. What do now, Adachi-san?]

A WILD BOWLCUT APPEARS

[misogynistic]

[Adachi's suspension of disbelief was slowly lowering, but seeing Yu yet again? Nope, that just raised it way, way back up. Because what the hell? If this really was going to be a reoccurring theme, he hadn't been kidding.

The detective is so surprised that he pushes his chair back from the table. However, that greeting...]

'Welcome to the club?' What are you even--

[A quick glance as he noted: he could walk, he didn't have that bandage around his head, and there was that...collar? Yu sure as hell didn't look like that before... Adachi's stomach sank as he processed. This could get bad...]

Wait, why am I even surprised at you saying stuff like that?

[The last time he saw Yu, a nurse had basically escorted him out of his hospital room. Apparently, he'd forgotten the kid's heart monitor would alert the nurses, and seeing as it was dangerous for someone who recently came out of a coma to experience that... To be honest, he never even expected for it to happen, for the kid to even have the ability to get flustered like that. All he had expected was a little visit to 'check up' on the kid he was blackmailing, but he'd ended up with the kid spouting bullshit at him.

So, if his assumptions were correct, this somehow wasn't the Yu he'd seen back in Hinoto-Ri. Tohru Adachi, ace detective, at your service! Man, it sounded like such bullshit, though; but when you stared the facts right in the face, it was pretty difficult to ignore.]

...You sure don't look like you have a brain injury anymore, though. [But testing your theories was never a bad thing.]

WHATEVER WILL GRUNT ADACHI DO?

[pitiedthefool]

[And that, my friends, is the natural state of being within the Tower of animus! But no, really, he simply tilts his head ever so slightly to the side as though regarding the other for a moment. Silently, he hoped, that someone else from the investigation team would take notice and warn the others. Though he knew luck never rolled like that, so... improv time.

As it dawns on the older detective, Yu could feel himself wanting to smirk... but no. It was better for everyone if he didn't let slip the mask he always wore. There was a time and place for everything, and if that revival bead necklace was anything to go by... then he likely has an advantage.]

Brain injury? [He raises an eyebrow at that.] Let me guess... A 'me' out there got into something way over his head and paid the price.

[Dammit. This is why he supported as many of his "selves" as he could through time. Not that anyone knew this but himself.]

okie i can finally brain kaz

[belfire]

Wooooow...

[Who is this Adachi? Some kid looming over your shoulder in a totally invading-your-privacy sort of way, looking down at the plate of dripping oatmeal with a wrinkled nose.]

Who did you piss off to get this? Did they spit in it too?

[Kazuya's oatmeal, of course, came in a lovely bowl with a lovely spoon - sadly the oatmeal had been plain and lumpy and outright torture to eat. Least he had a spoon though]

LAUREN YOU ARE THE WORST OH MY GOD

[misogynistic]

What? Where did you come from?!

[Congratulations. Adachi almost elbowed Kazuya in the face.

When he's finally over his panic attack, he's glancing between the kid and his plate... That was actually a really good question.]

...I'd really like to know that too. I just got here, and they're giving me this? [He actually reaches down to poke it...and immediately recoils. IT MOVED. Only, he can't move much due to the kid looming over his shoulder.]

I KNOW. I TRY UVU

[belfire]

[Kazuya just grinned, looking unruffled about nearly being elbowed. Hehe, he loved scaring chumps. Thankfully he shifted so he was leaning on the table instead of Adachi's shoulder - although he was still firmly in the 'invading personal space' territory]

Maybe you smell of douche. Some people can smell assholes from fifty paces, you know, so maybe this is like pre-emptive punishment.

[Kazuya leaned in slightly, sniffing Adachi. Demon senses concluded that... Adachi just smelt of deodorant]

Yup. Asshole.

[acceptedoblivion]

[Well congrats, Adachi... you now have a teenager with a long black coat staring at you. And you know what?]

You aren't the only one. [He's agreeing with you.] Shouldn't be too long, at least. Knowing them.

[misogynistic]

[Where the hell are all these teenagers coming from. Are teenagers made in hospi-- Oh.]

Ah... I see. [The weird just keeps on coming and coming, too! Next he'll see two more guys with blue hair that are both prota-- ...Wait.] What makes you say that, if you don't mind me asking?

[acceptedoblivion]

[Har har, very funny. Nah, these guys just love pulling them and technically this teenager isn't even a year old yet SO SUE EVEN.]

What, no one give you the info on this place yet? [ugh, what is being niiiiice especially to the people who smell like corruption like himself?]

"Them" as in the admins, the people who run this tower. Ruana in particular seems interested in making sure none of you get yourselves killed.

[Beats him as to why, though. What, did no collar mean no unlimited Continue option? ...He waves it off.]

[fools_journey]

... I think this is actually better than most hospital oatmeal, though a spoon would be nice.

[ Adachi is not the only one poking at his oatmeal with a completely inappropriate utensil. Minato, seated nearby, was handed a butter knife. It sort of works for scooping up small amounts of oatmeal, but it would work better if the oatmeal weren't runny. ]

AAALLL THE PROTAGS

[misogynistic]

[...It's another teenager. Adachi almost wants to sigh, but he considers his reflection in the runny oatmeal instead. This is what hell must feel like, right?]

Nah, I've had to see hospital food a lot lately, and it actually looked edible. [And, he actually knew that it also tasted edible. He'd tried some of it when Dojima hadn't touched his own. Something about grumbling nurses and the like and wanting to shut them up, and arguing with Dojima was like staring at the sun. Who knew Dojima's self loathing would work out for him at times? Plus, free food...

Ugh, he didn't want to touch this free food, though, and that said a whole lot for a guy who lived off cup ramen and cabbages.] My best guess is that they're just mocking us. [Because he's pretty sure he saw his squirm!]

[fools_journey]

[ Hell is surrounded by teenagers. Especially whiny ones. Sorry, Adachi.

Minato stirs his oatmeal with his knife, shrugging. He's had plenty of experience with hospital food, too, though perhaps Adachi has simply spent time in hospitals with better cooking staff. Minato has had bad luck with hospital oatmeal. ] The other food, sure. Not the oatmeal. But... if they are, it's a pretty weird way to do so.

[notsogrimreaper]

Do you visit hospitals a lot? You don't seem very sick...

[Oh Ryoji, you poor, helpful, stupid soul.]

Oh, do you need a spoon? Maybe I could go run and get one.

Wow, two unlucky arcanas in a row!

[misogynistic]

Not me personally, but a co-worker and his kid...

[...Damn you, ironic unlucky arcana, but thank you for being stupidly helpful. Adachi pushes at the horrible oatmeal before the next statement hits him.]

...Wait, what? [The only line fitting here is one from the game...

>Adachi is looking at you like you're a rare breed...] You'd do that for me?

Sorry man he can't help it!

[notsogrimreaper]

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that... I hope they're okay now.

[But he is a rare breed! He's a Shadow! And Death! At the same time somehow.]

Of course! I mean, you have to eat that, so it wouldn't be good if you didn't at least have a spoon to eat it with. I'll be right back, okay?

[Ryoji at least knows the right way to the cafeteria, so hopefully it won't be long before he returns with a silver spoon and a stupid grin.]

SHIRTLESS TATTOOED GIRL AHOY

[demifemme]

"Already there," says a girl sitting nearby, with crutches leaning against the table. She has no utensils to eat with, but she's solved the problem by raising the bowl to her lips and eating the lumpy crap straight from it.

This way of eating, however, allowed Adachi to see she is completely topless, and that her skin is covered in what seemed to be black geometrical tattoos.

SOBBING AHOY

[misogynistic]

You know, Adachi had been wanting to comment on the crutches, but... Yeah.

"What are you do--" He can't help but stare. Processing, processing... Yep, those were definitely nipples. "What..." And that's all, folks. Forget the weird oatmeal, there's a shirtless tattooed woman in front of him.

Oh, just wait until he notices the horn.

:Db

[demifemme]

Shura puts the bowl down for a moment, wiping off some oatmeal that had fallen onto her right breast. Yep, there is definitely a shirtless, tattooed woman in front of him, and she even have tattoos on her face. "What does it look like? I'm eating this disgusting shit."

How about a P1 protag I'm sure you love those

[imperialsun]

[Somehow he should have been surprised, but he wasn't. Another Adachi, huh? Well, knowing he had a Persona now wouldn't change much, considering everyone in this group seemed to have one.

He walked over and gave him a small nod. Naoya was a little shorter than Yu but there was a presence to him and a piercing gaze that was silently judging his movements. That wasn't the only thing pieces either, his left ear had a black earring. He carried both a sword like Yu...but also a sub-machine gun.]

I'm surprised to see so many of you here.

SO MUCH BLUE plus, overpowered Personas are always a win!

[misogynistic]

[Why are there so many blue haired kids around here? Squinting... Did it count as blue, though? Well, at least they hadn't been armed...to his knowledge, anyway... Sorry, but he's just going to stare at the sub-machine gun before anything else. Because it's a sub-machine gun. A sub-machine gun.

Like always, he has to flip-flop between extremes. On one hand, sub-machine gun. On the other, that look pretty much triggered his 'NOPE' reflexes.]

Well, I'm surprised to even be here, so... [Nope, still not looking away from the sub-machine gun. Damn the gun enthusiast in him.] ...Where did you get that?

Especially when they have werewolf spells

[imperialsun]

All of us are. [He doesn't seem to be much of a talker. When Adachi mentions his sub-machine gun, he looks down on it, thinking before answering. Him knowing what had happened to his own team in 1996 wouldn't change much in the grand scheme of things.]

The Satomi Tadashi Drugstore. [As he speaks, he idly touches his earring.] It was in a mirror world of Mikage-cho. [To put it lightly and also to make things sound even more confusing.] We were able to purchase weapons there.

brb adding to the madness

[sacred_flamer]

[Oh look, Adachi; there's a mindless zombie shuffling into the cafeteria this morning... er, afternoon. Seriously, this kid obviously sleeps like the grave, if the way he's shuffling in, scratching his ass while yawning is any clue. He glanced over at Adachi, giving him a careless wave.]

Mornin', 'dachi.

[...and he shuffles off. He gets to about the end of the table when it finally pings in his head what the hell Adachi's eating. He paused, turning around... and noticing the suit and the complete lack of collar.]

[Cue epic redhead flailing point from one Luke fon Fabre.]

Oy!? How the hell did you get your collar off?!

[Looks like someone missed the memo.]

oh bb herodachi and now this

[misogynistic]

[Wait, why did that kid just wave at him? Was the oatmeal making him hallucinate? He wouldn't doubt it, honestly, but... A double take, and the kid is coming at him. Nope, he didn't hallucinate, plus--]

What?!

[And cue Adachi scooting away, nearly falling backward. DID HE WIN THE TEENAGER LOTTERY OR SOMETHING. IS THERE SOMEBODY HE CAN RETURN HIS TICKET TO. But at least he hadn't been yelled at before this! Sheesh, he'd almost slid his elbow on the plate too and flipped it, too...]

Look, I don't know how you know me, but you've gotta have the wrong guy.

[Because Adachi would remember hair that crazy and loud, okay?]

>8D

[sacred_flamer]

Tch, like hell.

[Hey, Adachi? Don't mind him grabbing you by the collar of your jacket, trying to find where "your" collar went. Seriously, Luke knows what personal space is, but this is important!]

Where'd you get such a nice suit anyway? Anytime I see you, you look like a bum.

[Because prison fatigues totally equals bum cloths.]