towerofanimus | 001 ° Ebbing and flowing

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001 ° Ebbing and flowing

Characters: Randall Ascot and you!
Setting: Room 2-08, various floors of the tower, and all around the doorm floors after.
Format: Any!
Summary: Randall pokes around the tower, catapults oatmeal at things, and is just generally obnoxious.
Warnings: None at the moment!

Room 2-08

Your world has been destroyed

[ He reads the line again, not really wanting to comprehend the words. Destroyed? Nonsense, it had be be a joke of some kind. A byproduct of someone's sick, twisted, madness-affected humor. Besides, it didn't explain how he was here, alive and well. It didn't explain the sudden shift of location, or the fact that he was seemingly unaffected by his fall--and yet despite the lack of explanations, this situation was far beyond anything he'd experienced before. It was like something right out of a B-rate scifi film, or something you'd think up in your spare time. As implausible as it was, though, it all seemed very real. The collar, the weird clothing, the foreign room...was it possible he'd somehow survived the fall, only to be dragged off into some kind of psychological experiment? Maybe.

He pours over the letters one last time, gives his collar a good, hard tug--but no, of course it doesn't come off--before setting the papers off to the side to go poking around his room. After all, there had to be answers somewhere around here, right? He starts with the trunk at the end of his bed, where he finds his clothes and a few of the other things he'd had on him. He takes a moment to change, and carefully puts everything else back into the chest before going to poke through his roommate's stuff. Not because he's nosy, he doesn't even know he has roommates, he's just a man on a mission, desperately searching for a clue.

Desperately searching for anything that would help put the pieces of this puzzle together. ]

Cafeteria

[ Randall had grabbed an extra spoon, and between mouthfuls of oatmeal ( Though could this stuff really be called that? It was pretty nasty ) he takes aim, sending globs of the stuff sailing through the air with his makeshift spoon catapult. He's trying to stick the stuff to the ceiling to see how long it stays up there, but it's likely he'll end up pelting others.

It's equally likely that someone will walk under the oatmeal as it falls from the ceiling....whoops?? ]

Floors 2-5

[ Once he's finished up his adventures in oatmeal flinging, he takes to exploring his new surroundings. Not just out of curiosity, but in the hope he'll find some kind of clue, a piece to the puzzle that falsifies the whole 'Your world is destroyed' thing. So he starts from the bottom and decides to work his way up.

He doesn't stay long on floor two, opening a few medicine cabinets and just kind of looking around for a while before deciding to move on. On the third floor he flips through books before setting them aside to go and examine the shelves or the walls. Occasionally he climbs up a few shelves--without a ladder--to grab a book that catches his eye. On the fourth floor he stares out the windows for a long time, hand on his chin as he tries to get an idea as to where the tower might be. He pokes around the room a bit but doesn't stay long.

It's the fifth floor view stations that really catch his interest, though he wanders around a while before he actually looks through the viewer--and he doesn't like what he sees. He tries to deny it, to say it was some other trick or illusion, but he'd grown up in Stansbury. He knew the streets like the back of his hand, and even though not much was left...he knew it was his hometown. He recognized the remains of the buildings. Angela's house, his own...Hershel's.

He steps away from the Viewer, brows knitted, hands clenched at his side.

He paces. He stops. He looks through the viewer again before going to sit against a wall and stare at nothing, not really sure what to think anymore. ]

All around the Dorms.

[ Much to everyone's dismay, Randall's taken it upon himself to try and see if anyone else he knows is here. He is, admittedly, looking for one person in particular, but anyone from his hometown will help to calm his shaken nerves.

So he goes around, knocking on everyone's door like some kind of obnoxious salesperson. If characters open up they'll notice he's out of breath, like he's in some kind of hurry. Yet despite that he tries to give them a big, friendly smile. ]

Pardon the intrusion, but do you have a moment?

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[Itachi seems to be expecting someone else when he opens the door, because upon seeing the out-of-breath boy standing in the hallway, he looks momentarily confused. That confusion fades soon enough, replaced by a look of mild concern.]

Yes, what is it?

[His words are stilted and awkward. He's still not used to dropping his cold, aloof act around people.]

[The door to 1-15 opens to reveal a very tall figure decked in a diving suit. There's a pause.]

...yes?

[Bewildered Eleanor is bewildered, since she just got back and was about to get some food and see what's happened in her absence.]

Is everything alright?

[There's one more person at the viewing stations; a short dog-man, gazing into the viewfinder with a solemn expression. Sure, he didn't quite believe that home had really been annihilated, but... if it was a fake, it was a very detailed one. Maybe if he could spot some kind of discrepancy, something that proved it wasn't real...]

[Red looks up as Randall paces nearby, silent but giving the man a respectful nod. It looks like he'd just seen the view for himself; better to leave him be with his thoughts. Of course, a jumpsuited dog-man with a giant robot parked nearby may go some way towards snapping him out of things.]

[Das rood, Randall.]

[At the end of the first day of life in the Tower, Morty and his ghosty friend are hanging around the Cafeteria again because food. Everyone needs food. And he's just minding his own business when a nice, attractive glob of the stuff just lands in the middle of his hair.]

[Immediately he looks down at Gengar, who shrugs and shakes its head. The two have a brief staring contest, before Morty finally decides that maybe it wasn't the little prankster who did it and turns around. He catches Randall with the spoot held upwards in his hand, and... smiles in amusement.]

Good aim.

Hello.

[Sephiroth blinks as he opens the door, looking up at the person who knocked. He spends as little time in the dorms as possible, but it's necessary for him to return sometimes, to sleep.]

Yes. Can I assist you?

[ He takes a deep breath before starting in. He's pretty energetic despite how out of breath he'd been a moment before, using big hand gestures as he talks. ]

I'm trying to see if any of my friends from home are here. Now, I know there are probably a number of more effective ways to go about this, but I figure since these are dormitories, someone around here would know if they're around. [ He gives a somewhat apologetic look. He's not really sorry for going door to door, but he knows this isn't really the best reason to go a'knocking. ]

So how about it, have you seen or heard from either an Angela, a Henry Ledore, or a Hershel Layton?

[ He gives a nod. ]

Of course! [ And then he hesitates a moment, because all things considered, things weren't really alright. But he was physically unharmed so... ] Well I mean, things are about as 'alright' as they can be given all this [ He means being whisked away to a weird tower, and tries to convey that with a large hand gesture.

It may or may not get the point across. ]

And, well, given all this, I though I should see if I can find anyone I know from home--and maybe get other's opinions on this place. [ Hence the whole door to door thing. ]

[Unfortunately, Randall has managed to pelt someone with the globby oatmeal. Ryoji's not really going to be that upset, but he did yell a bit when it flew at him and... come on, it's on his scarf now, and do you know how hard it'll be to wash that out?

He approaches the table that the oatmeal attack had come from and gives a bit of a wry grin.]

I know it's not too tasty, but it's better in your mouth and not on everyone else's clothes!

[This kid's so energetic, so hopeful, that Itachi can't help but think he must be new. His expression softens a bit.]

No, I don't know any of them. [And then, reluctantly, as if he doesn't know how to phrase it, he asks:] Have you.. been here long?

[ Under normal circumstances, Randall would probably be all up in Red's business, asking question after question about not only his world but his species. Because really, it's not every day you see a dog-man. So he just nods in return, continuing his pacing a short while before actually realizing Red wasn't, well, human.

He pauses again, walking over. With the weight on his mind he can't really seem to put the usual pep in his step, but he tries. Not because he wants to come off as happy or cheerful or anything, but because he's used to pretending he's alright whenever something has him down--he's just never had something quite this extreme weighing him down. ]

I take it you're not from Earth? [ It's not meant to be a rude question, he just wants to be sure before asking anything else. ]

[ Randall can't help but laugh. It's not mean or malicious in any way, but he's definitely amused by the turn of events. Besides, he was caught red-handed, so trying to act as though it hadn't been him would be kind of silly. Might as well fess up. ]

Well! If I'd been aiming at you I suppose it would have been. I was trying to send it elsewhere, however, so it would seem my trajectory is a little off.

Ah, but you have my sincerest apologies regardless. [ Yet oddly enough he doesn't really seem all that sorry. He wasn't one to go around throwing food at people for no reason, mind, but this was way too funny to feel bad about. Besides, this guy seemed to be taking it in stride, so! ]

I should hope so!

[ Randall perks up, hopeful. He's really hoping to hear something on his friends one way or the other. Or hear some kind of good news about the the whole destruction of worlds thing. ]

I was wondering if you might have heard from or of a few people? I'm trying to see if they're here as well--There's Angela, Henry Ledore, and Hershel Layton. [ A beat. ] It's just with the letter I read a bit ago, I wanted to be sure they're alright.

[It's certainly not anything close to normal for Red, either, especially with so many humans around. He was still a little apprehensive around them, but the ones here hadn't proven to be any trouble.]

Well... kinda. Long story, but I guess I got time to tell it.

[He turns around fully so he can face Randall, trying to offer up a smile. Things look bad, sure, but they only look bad. Their homes have to be fine, right?]

If ya want.

*First a very distressed newcomer and now a very bored one... Enoch sighs as the glop of oatmeal lands squarely on his face. He wipes it off with his hand immediately before remembering he has a napkin on his tray that he could do the same with. He wipes his hand on that ineffectively, since holding it now would make him drop his tray.*

...You should eat that instead of play with it. You won't be able to eat anything else otherwise.

*Let him take a seat so he can clean his hand off...*

Don't worry, it was an accident. [Though because it was technically Randall's fault, enjoy Morty casually strolling over and swiping a napkin off of his table to wipe it off. Guess he'll need to take another shower later.]

...Though I do have to wonder what you were aiming for in the first place. [He seems a little old to throw food. Meanwhile, the tips of Gengar's ears poke up over the edge of the table, twitching occasionally.]

Please, take a deep breath and calm yourself down a little.

[Eleanor raised her hands, the gesture inherently placating, but there was the pesky bit about the harpoon and the needle in her wrists, that might or might not make it seem threatening instead. Unaware of this, she shook her head.]

Given how upset you sound, would it be out of line of me to assume you are a newcomer to the tower? If so I might be able to help you.

Well, now! It's not as though I was aiming for your clothing. [ Not that that makes flinging oatmeal around ok... ] I was simply finding a way to occupy myself. Won't happen again, I assure you.

[ He'd just been trying to keep his mind focused on something that wasn't the situation at hand. ]

Ah, a pity...[ He seems to deflate a bit at that, though he perks right back up at the question. ]

Oh, no no, I haven't been here long at all. I woke up just this morning. [ A beat. ] Why do you ask?

[ Right. Right, of course, their homes had to be. There was no way his friends and family could be gone just like that, it didn't make sense. He'd just...have to figure out how it is they're pulling everyone's legs so well.

Randall seems to relax somewhat. The weight is still there, but lessened by determination. ]

Oh, I'd love to hear it. I know I may not look it, but I do enjoy a well told tale.

Don't worry about it! It's fine, I was just teasing.

[Though it's still strange that he's flicking around that oatmeal... most residents just take a few spoonfuls and leave it be after that.]

Are you new around here? I'm sure I would have noticed you by now if you make a habit of food fights.

Alright. Take a seat or somethin'. First off, the name's Red. What's yours, and where are you from? I'm gonna take a guess and say Earth...

[He'll just wave Randall over to the seat of a nearby viewing station. Let the rest of the newbies go angst somewhere else.]

[ Randall doesn't seem to mind Morty taking his napkins, and slides his plate towards him to offer a few more. ] Oh, I was trying to figur out the trajectory and force I would need to get the oatmeal to stick to the ceiling. Not exactly a conventional way to spend one's time, but--

[ Gengar catches his eye and he stops talking a moment to look over the table at the pokemon curiously. ] I don't believe I've ever seen a creature like that before--do you know what it is?

Well I'm eating it as well, you know. [ Though once Enoch is seated, Randall offers him a few more napkins to try and help. It was his fault the guy got oatmeal on his face. ]

I just need something to occupy myself with while I do eat it.

[ The harpoon/needle combo makes him jump just slightly, but despite the weaponry, she doesn't really seem like she's going to leap over and attack him at the moment, so...

Randall takes a breath and starts again. ]

Sorry, sorry, though you would be right in assuming I'm new, and...well, I'd imagine it's pretty obvious as to why I would be so worked up. [ A beat. ] You said you could help?

Red, huh? I'm Randall, Randall Ascot. [ He smiles moving to take a seat. ]

And you'd be right in that assumption, I'm definitely from Earth. Stansbury, England to be precise.

Nice to meet ya, Randall. No idea where that is, though.

[Red reclines as much as he can in that seat, trying to get comfortable. These stations definitely aren't made for extended viewing.]

Lemme ask ya somethin' first. What's your Earth like? Is it mostly humans or do ya got other species too?

Just bored, were you? [Naw man, it's cool, Morty can relate. But when Randall brings up the little Ghostbro, his kind of distant-looking expression brightens like craycray.] This is Gengar! He's a good friend of mine. Granted, he doesn't speak English, but sometimes he does... get bored, also. Be careful.

[Both of them smile brightly.]

Let's hope I don't make a habit of it. [ He laughs. ] I don't imagine I'd get very popular around here if I did. I'd probably end up hitting some big brute with a bad temper, too.

Ah, but yes, I'm new around here.

Well...I suppose we've never seen whether one needs to eat the entire bowl or not. At this rate we won't have any choice but to hope.

*His smile is a little reserved as he takes the napkins from Randall - not out of irritation, but out of worry. If it isn't enough, he'll have to go without food until the next mealtime for another bowl, after all...*

[Itachi shuts his eyes, appearing rather calm, but inwardly, he fights to keep himself from cringing. Another new arrival. This one looks young and sounds optimistic, and Itachi has found that that's a bad combination in the Tower.

He chooses his words carefully, then sighs and opens his eyes again.]

Try not to get too discouraged if you don't find them. There is a possibility that they won't show up at all, so-

[And he cuts himself off halfway through. Explaining things to a new resident is never an easy task. He frowns, avoiding the kid's eyes.]

...It'll be best if you have a thick skin.

You definitely want to be careful about that. A lot of people here are really strong.

[Ryoji is himself, though he certainly doesn't look it, and he's not one for violence. He sits down across from Randall.]

Well, I guess I should say welcome, though you probably don't want to be here. Has anyone filled you in on the tower?

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001 ° Ebbing and flowing

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