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towerofanimus2011-09-27 10:52 pm
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Sinking In
Who: Cain Knightlord and YOU
Where: Cafeteria
Format: Either is fine with me
Warnings: None
Cain was struggling.
They had been here for days now, eight now to be precise, and still they had come no closer to discovering a mission objective. His stomach had grown more knotted each day they awoke in those beds in that room, a rising sensation of undeniable truth - however insane it seemed. The logic that he had used to prove this was a simulation at the start, seemingly so incontrovertible, was slowly dissolving as time passed without change.
Firstly, their superiors would never have left them inside a simulation for eight days if they were making no headway. They would have been pulled free and reprimanded, perhaps even properly punished (though that was unlikely now they were adults), and sent back to their duties. A week was a long time on the colony, and there was no way that they both could have been spared for this long. Secondly, he had never seen such a variety of programs with such diverse and full personalities; they were well-rounded and independent in a way that simulated people never could be, and each time he met someone new it made the doubt grow.
Of course, he was sure that Abel would be having none of it. That if he told his brother that he was starting to consider the possibility of other worlds and a kidnapping tower, then Abel would have him restrained to the bed until psychiatric help could be brought. Either that, or he'd punch him and be done with it. And he wouldn't blame Abel if he did, this was absolutely ludicrous as a situation, and every time he thought about it logically, then his mind wanted to strangle itself for even contemplating that it could be true.
Torn, lost, confused; Cain had become more withdrawn as the days had gone on. Until it had culminated in a rather dejected blond man sat in the cafeteria, pushing food around on his plate without any interest in actually eating it. When he spoke, it was to nobody in particular, just exhaling his frustration to himself.
"...this can't be real. How can it be? How can--?"
[ooc: Open as an open thing, everyone welcome!]
Where: Cafeteria
Format: Either is fine with me
Warnings: None
Cain was struggling.
They had been here for days now, eight now to be precise, and still they had come no closer to discovering a mission objective. His stomach had grown more knotted each day they awoke in those beds in that room, a rising sensation of undeniable truth - however insane it seemed. The logic that he had used to prove this was a simulation at the start, seemingly so incontrovertible, was slowly dissolving as time passed without change.
Firstly, their superiors would never have left them inside a simulation for eight days if they were making no headway. They would have been pulled free and reprimanded, perhaps even properly punished (though that was unlikely now they were adults), and sent back to their duties. A week was a long time on the colony, and there was no way that they both could have been spared for this long. Secondly, he had never seen such a variety of programs with such diverse and full personalities; they were well-rounded and independent in a way that simulated people never could be, and each time he met someone new it made the doubt grow.
Of course, he was sure that Abel would be having none of it. That if he told his brother that he was starting to consider the possibility of other worlds and a kidnapping tower, then Abel would have him restrained to the bed until psychiatric help could be brought. Either that, or he'd punch him and be done with it. And he wouldn't blame Abel if he did, this was absolutely ludicrous as a situation, and every time he thought about it logically, then his mind wanted to strangle itself for even contemplating that it could be true.
Torn, lost, confused; Cain had become more withdrawn as the days had gone on. Until it had culminated in a rather dejected blond man sat in the cafeteria, pushing food around on his plate without any interest in actually eating it. When he spoke, it was to nobody in particular, just exhaling his frustration to himself.
"...this can't be real. How can it be? How can--?"
[ooc: Open as an open thing, everyone welcome!]
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"This floor has this room, a kitchen and two elevators, one no one can enter and the other goes to the first floor of bedrooms only."
no subject
"You take this up a level and mark all the first floor bedrooms, names on the doors and corridors, then meet me back here."
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There were seventy five rooms in total so the plate was full of tiny writing by the time Suzaku returned to the cafeteria to hand it back.
no subject
"That looks great, I've divided the remaining plates into two stacks, so you start at the top and work down. I'll start at the bottom and work up, we'll meet in the middle."
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It took him a good while to record all the floors. The open space with the ramp to the first floor of dorms, the second library; Suzaku made a note of roughly where the different subject sections were as well. The study room, the room of bloody handprints and screaming, the room that seemed to be a bottomless pit, the workshop, media room, cathedral, the room with the visions of exploding universes, the room with no walls and the waterfall and finally the aquarium. For each room Suzaku drew the basic layout, where the doors, any windows and staircases were. He waited on floor ten for Cain.
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"They look great, I'm going to take them to the library for better organising; perhaps copy them onto something more durable."
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Have put up a new entry of him in the library with the plates <3
Cain gave Suzaku an apologetic smile. "Perhaps we can meet up another time to get it done?"
Awesome <3