001: Got my heartbeat waiting. [Open]

[knifeinthe]

Characters: Fushimi, Mihli and you!
Setting: Backdated to February 15th; Floor 1, Floor 4, and Floor 10.
Format: Opening with action, but I'll match whatever you might tag with!
Summary: Fushimi's new and scouring about the tower for information and anyone he might recognize. Comes with optional bonus event flavor: "#1 Crush". Plus a closed encounter with Mihli for additional violent event shenanigans and awful first impressions.
Warnings: Under the effect of "#1 Crush" it's possible that Fushimi is going get violent and, uh, sharp after a point. Because you should look only at him, after all. And in their thread, Fushimi and Mihli will be under the effects of "Howl" which will also probably end up going down a similar route.

[Scenario one: Floor 1, open.]

[Today, Fushimi situates himself to a corner of Floor 1. His expression is as bored as it usually is, but there's a faint tightness to it--he really would rather not deal with anyone right now. But, of course, the odds of finding someone familiar would be greater here. Because, supposing that the world actually was destroyed on such vague terms, surely he couldn't be the only one to end up in this place.

Surely.

Either way, lookout duty is getting boring and frustrating, fast.]

'Tch, he's not here, is he...


[Scenario two: Floor 4, #1 Crush, open.]

[So there is an outside.

Fushimi doesn't know what to do with this information. It's as bad as the slow days of work, that left everyone with nothing to do. Possibly even worse, if what he had heard was to be believed. Was he expected to just live from day to day, as the Tower did as it pleased? How stupid. His own world was already irritating enough, he didn't need this on top of that.

As Fushimi plops down on a sofa with a drawn-out sigh, tired and frustrated at the information he has and hasn't received, a heart-shaped recorder forces itself out from between the cushions and proceeds to jab him in the hip.

When he reaches down to pry it away, it switches on.]


[Closed scenario: Floor 10, Howl, with Mihli.]

[By this point, Fushimi is damning the number of floors the tower has. At least this floor is a little fascinating, if nothing else. Just a little. It doesn't help ease the concerns he's kept quiet, though. As Fushimi eyes the aquarium, something shoots out of the water and on to the floor. A heart-shaped recorder, dripping wet, skids to a stop at the other end of the room.]

What-?

[It starts to play.]

Comments

[knifeinthe]

[Fushimi picks up on Enoch's displeased tone, but it only causes him to... smile.]

Can you, though? Can you speak for those who have no loved ones? Who have nor want anyone at all? Is it fair to keep them in the tower?

[warriorscribe]

In my experience...those who say they want no one have never truly been alone.

I once thought I wanted no one, a long time ago. It nearly drove me mad.

[knifeinthe]

Again though, that's only your experience.

... Well, whatever. The affairs of others don't concern me, and I'm neither home nor pleased to be in this tower. Though I suppose there is at least one reason for me to be content here.

[warriorscribe]

Someone you won't miss, I assume?

*There's just enough emphasis on the hard consonants to make it sound sharper without sacrificing his soft tone.

Enoch has met people who say things like he does. His opinion is that they are narrowminded, and do not realize what it is they wish for.*

[knifeinthe]

Aah, there's a lot in my world I don't care for.

[Fushimi leans forward with a twist to his smile, ever closer to Enoch. The movement causes the heart-shaped recorder, its presence forgotten long, long ago, to sink back down in between the cushions.]

But I was talking about you.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch leans back on instinct as Fushimi leans in, his expression one of worried confusion - him? They'd only just met, and weren't even really getting along, to boot! Oh no, what if it was that thing that had affected John?*

What do you mean?

I got blindsided by final projects. I'm really sorry. ;;

[knifeinthe]

It's quite simple, really. [Fushimi laughs in a way that could be considered almost amused, or even fond. But something about it is a little... off.] Suppose the tower really is so awful, even the state of our homes - but what does any of that matter? What does anyone else matter?

As long as you're here, I don't need anything else.

It's totally okay!

[warriorscribe]

*Something about him knows this is just like what happened with John, that logic won't mean a thing...*

...We've only just met...

*And yet, it's the only thing he has short of getting up and running away.*

[knifeinthe]

Is that not enough? People judge and make assumptions of others based on first impressions all the time. You've already revealed enough about yourself in the short conversation we've had that I can form a very solid opinion of you.

[warriorscribe]

It didn't sound very positive until just now...

*Enoch was starting to regain his nerve now that the shock of the sudden change in his behavior had worn off. He wasn't intimidated by him - he was stronger than most men, and even though there were many factors in a world that hosts from many worlds he couldn't account for, he had plenty of reason to believe in his own ability to defend himself if this man's strange behavior took a turn for the violent.*

[knifeinthe]

Perhaps not. I still don't get your attachment in maintaining such memorials - they're of no use to those who are gone and only serve as an annoying reminder to anyone that bothers with them. [He shrugs.] But I can admire a person who would not abandon others so easily.

[Fushimi holds his position, though there is a tenseness to it.]

[warriorscribe]

I...wouldn't abandon them, but maintaining them isn't my choice.

*His lack of abandoning them would manifest in other ways; a drive to see to what Dax has said about wanting to restore their worlds. He'd aid the man however he can.

But that would mean dealing with this situation first.*