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Characters: Garry and you!
Setting: The kitchen and cafeteria.
Format: Action, but I'll switch to prose if you want!
Summary: Backdated to shortly after the end of the event. Garry has just arrived in the Tower, and after freaking out for a while, he's come to the realization that he is going to need something to eat eventually, meaning a trip downstairs is in order.
Warnings: None. If getting something to eat somehow ends up requiring a warning, I will be very surprised.

[Garry is so very unsure about all of this. Waking up to find a letter saying that his world was destroyed? After his experiences in the Guertena exhibit, he's a little skeptical as to the veracity of that, to say the least... but that didn't stop him from freaking out at first anyway.

Said freaking out, however, was eventually interrupted by his growling stomach (and a brief moment of disbelief at his own body-- how could he be hungry at a time like this?) and the realization that just sitting around in the room wasn't going to do him or anyone else any good. That letter had said there was a cafeteria on the bottom floor of the Tower, so that's where he's going to head; once there, he's practically strong-armed into eating a bowl of oatmeal that doesn't do all that much to satisfy his hunger (and certainly doesn't give him a better impression of this place), meaning that he'll end up poking around the kitchen after that to see if there's anything he can use to make a decent meal.

Hmm, at least the kitchen itself isn't too shabby...]

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[It's your lucky day Garry, because Kidou here was entering the cafeteria with an armful of some goodies to make himself a decent meal collected from the various other floors around the tower. It looked like he had some sort of chicken in his arms? Along with what kind of herbs and veggies he could find. As he enters the kitchen, he sets the food onto a counter and notices the other man poking around. And being the polite fellow he is, he approaches Garry with a smile on his face.]

Excuse me, are you a new arrival here? [He sure hasn't seen someone with such an... interesting appearance as you..]

[Garry isn't the only one searching around the cafeteria for something that actually tastes good. France has been down here every day since he arrived about three weeks ago, hoping that if he searches enough, food will finally appear. Like every other day, though, he's not having any luck.]

Ridiculous! Stocking this many protein bars in one kitchen should be a crime!

[He had been complaining to himself, searching through cabinets and drawers, but upon spotting someone else in the kitchen, he straightens his back. His hair is disheveled, so he blows a puff of air out to get his bangs away from his face.]

Ah, bonjour, sir. How are you?

[He needs to talk to someone, or else he's going to go red in the face from screaming about unpalatable food.]

[While she couldn't taste normal food, Tohko sometimes wandered into the kitchen to eat something. After all, if she never popped in here, people would get suspicious, and her mask would get smashed for good. However, when she saw a boy with purple hair rummaging around the cabinets, she couldn't help but smile at him.]

Good morning! How are you?

They've only got nutrient bars in here sir! [The voice comes from a boy who is precariously balanced on a counter, trying to get a bowl from a top cupboard.]

You can get food in the forest though! And in the garden.

[ When Garry walks into the kitchen, he might find a girl sitting there. She looks to be in her mid-teens, probably about fourteen or so, and she wears a regular school girl uniform instead of her witch outfit.

What she does have, though, is a large cake sitting on her lap, which she is eating of. Sort of weird with only the nutrition bars around, huh.. ]

.. Wha-t, coming to look for food?

[She had rarely gone out since she woke back up in her room, memories of the monster and what had happened unfortunately vivid in her mind. In it's own defense, her mind seemed to be shutting down parts of the memories like details and smells and sounds, really only leaving the knowledge of what had happened and how utterly scared she had been.

She'd been sticking close to her room for the most part, but with each day and venture out that didn't result in disaster, she regained some confidence. That was why she decided now, since she was really hungry, going down to the kitchen alone wouldn't be so bad.

Once she got there, the sight of nutrition bars wasn't all that appealing, but she was hungry and they were there, so she went with it. She wasn't the only one in the kitchen, lots of people had the same idea, so when she first caught sight of purple hair, she didn't think too much of it. When she took a second look however, everything seemed to stop. Without her knowledge, her feet took her closer and when she finally found her voice, it was made of disbelief and doubt.]

...Garry?

[So engrossed in his search for edible food is Garry that it takes a moment for it to register that the question is directed at him. He turns around and, spotting the boy, looks him up and down for a moment before answering.

Hey, his appearance isn't THAT odd, thank you. He's just stylish. You're one to talk, man.]

I suppose that would be the best way of putting it, yes... I woke up in this strange place just a little while ago. This is starting to become more of a pattern than I would like...

A crime punishable by having to eat nothing but that for a month, if you ask me. Can these things even be considered real food?

[Yeah, Garry hasn't had any luck with finding anything decent either. Ugh. He wouldn't consider himself especially picky, but really. Those things taste like cardboard, or at least the ones he's eaten before did. He's already had more than his fill of stuff that tastes like cardboard no thanks to that oatmeal.]

[By now, Garry is starting to get the sense that he isn't going to have much look finding anything food-wise. Sigh. At least the people he's met so far have been nice, and this girl seems to be no exception.

He meets that smile with one of his own when he turns to her.]

As well as can be hoped for finding myself in such a situation again.

So I've noticed...

[Ugh, how do they expect people to survive in between meals here? That's just too cruel.

And then he notices what the boy is doing.]

Ah... you shouldn't stand up there, it would be dangerous if you fell.

[Please, dreads and goggles aren't nearly as odd as those... hair... legs..... and at least he doesn't look like he belongs in a Tim Burton movie!!]

...I wouldn't worry about waking up in a strange place ever again.

Well, a stranger place than here, anyway.

[If Garry never sees another nutrition bar again, it will be too soon. Or oatmeal. Normally he doesn't mind oatmeal, but that stuff they gave him tasted like watery mush. He's starting to think that whoever runs this place has a sadistic sense of humor.]

That was the idea, at least.

[And then he spots what she's eating.]

Hey, where did you get that? I couldn't find anything in the cupboards.

[He wobbled again but grabbed the bowl and sat down on the counter] It's okay sir! I'm always careful!

[Huh..so it was another newcomer. Well, it would be right time-wise for them to show up.]

I see..I'm glad to hear that, but if you're a new resident, I could tell you everything I know about the Tower.

[France reaches into a cabinet and pulls out a protein bar. He holds it between his thumb and forefinger like it's poison, and wrinkles his nose as he looks it over.]

I would hesitate to give them that title, cher. I've been trying to find ways to spice them up, but with such, euhh, limited means... [He looks around the notably bare kitchen with a sour expression on his face.] ...it's rather difficult.

[He sets the protein bar on a counter and wipes his hand off on his shirt, then takes a few steps forward, arm extended in offer of a handshake.]

I'm Francis, by the way. Might I ask your name?

Huuuh? You're sure you couldn't?

[ Yup, totally playing innocent. And right after she says it, she dips her finger into the cake's whipped cream before licking it off said finger as if she's thinking. ]

That's pretty weird, since I have this one right here!

[With his head currently poking into a cupboard in the vain hope of finding something other than those nutrition bars, Garry doesn't notice Ib's approach. In fact, when she draws near enough, she might even be able to hear him mumbling things about how cardboard would be more appetizing, and didn't anyone here know the first thing about proper snacks? It seems his tendency to chatter away despite the situation is intact, at least.

When he hears the sound of his name, however, the rummaging stops almost instantly. Slowly, as if he can't quite believe his ears, he withdraws his head from the cupboard and turns toward the sound of the familiar voice, almost afraid that he might be hearing things.]

Ib?

[If there was any doubt in Ib's mind as to whether or not it was really him, well...]

[Garry breathes an audible sigh of relief once the boy is seated and gives a shake of his head.]

'Careful' doesn't mean anything if you end up falling anyway.

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[Now Garry perks up just a bit. Those letters really hadn't been that much to go on information-wise.]

Would you? Ah, that would be wonderful. Only if it isn't too much trouble, of course. I wouldn't want to keep you from anything else you need to be doing.

Oh, it's no trouble at all! Really, I like helping people, especially new residents. It's a little scary when you first arrive here and don't know much.

[Tohko then took a deep breath and looked over everything in her head before giving Garry an infodump.]

This is the Tower of Animus. Four people now run it-Riki, a secretive man who builds the Tower and is in charge of the records, Zo, a small child who can bring souls here, Jason, a sadistic medical doctor who sometimes experiments on the residents. He, I believe, helps transfer your soul when you die. Finally, there’s Ruana, a woman who has been here for thousands of years and doesn’t quite understand human empathy or emotions, and hates it when people go against her. She may seem sweet, but she is capable of removing free will and cannibalizing her own Administrators.

There used to be a fifth Administrator named Dax. He was the most humane of the bunch and did his best to protect us from Jason and the monsters here. He even managed to sneak people down to the Administrative levels in order to let them know more about this place. However, when he tried to go against Ruana..she killed and ate him, possibly absorbing his powers in the process. He was a good man.

Death isn’t permanent here. If you die, you’ll just wake up in your bed the next day. However, don’t throw your life away for foolish reasons. For one thing, you’ll probably get punished if you die too many times, and for the other…your body is made up of recycled parts. Only your soul was pulled to this universe. Your body, and the ones you’ll have afterward, are not your original body. That’s why you have the collar. It helps make sure your soul safely stays in your body.

I’m sorry to say that your universe is destroyed. You may see people you know here, but they won’t be from your own universe or point in time. I don’t know exactly how our universes were destroyed, but I do know that it was caused by Ruana watching our universes, for some reason.

Monsters roam the Tower at night, and some of the higher floors have monsters that attack if you get too close. If you can’t fight, then I would suggest learning. There are plenty of people here who would be willing to teach you.

[At first Garry just nods along, listening to and absorbing all of this information, until...]

... she ATE him? That's gross! How could anyone do something like that?

And what do you mean, my body is made up of recycled parts? That sounds like... ugh! This is all a dream. This must all be a dream. I'm going to wake up in bed and laugh it off because this is just too much... this is so not good for my mental health...

Nothing but those horrible nutrition bars. How do they expect us to live on those things?

[Oh... oh, that is not fair. And right on cue, Garry's stomach growls.]

Ugh, that oatmeal didn't make me any less hungry at all. I don't suppose you would mind sharing a slice of that cake, would you? It's rather large for one person.

[Tohko just sighed and..tried to pat Garry on the head.]

Because Ruana hated the fact that Dax was going against her and 'disciplined' him. She's not human..so maybe she wasn't bothered. And I can assure you that this isn't a dream. I've been here for about seven months and died a couple of times as well. This is no dream.

[He just shrugs the unconcerned shrug of a child who has lived in a horror tower where death means nothing for almost two years.]

Are you new sir?

[Sob. At least his hair is nice and soft and fluffy.]

You don't discipline someone by eating them! Human or not, that's just disgusting! And creepy!

I am... though I'm not sure I'm old enough to be a 'sir' yet.

[..It was more to comfort him, but yes, it was soft and fluffy. Not that Tohko really paid attention to that fact now.]

By our standards, it is. To Ruana..it's not. That's how different she is compared to most normal humans.

[Excuse you, his hair is the product of a lot of time and effort.]

The next thing I know, you'll be telling me that the paintings here are alive.

.. You want a piece of this?

[ Sure, Evatrice isn't actually nice enough to share.. but this is all a prank, of course. It looks like a normal cake, but by the time he'll grab a slice of it himself and hold it in his hand, he'll see it as if there's an eyeball in it staring at him.. but of course she's not mentioning that just yet. ]

Su-re, go ahead! We all have to share here, right? [ She puts the cake on the counter, as if she's telling him to go ahead.

Are you not?

[Garry takes the offered hand and shakes it delicately-- he may not be sure what those protein bars are made of, but in this place, he's not going to be eating them and he's not entirely sure he wants to be touching them either.]

Garry. It's nice to meet you, Francis... well, as nice as it can be to meet anyone under these circumstances. This isn't exactly my idea of a pleasant vacation.

She wouldn't happen to be a piece of artwork by any chance, would she?

No..not that I'm aware of. Can artwork become sentient in your universe?

Not in most cases, no. And that's quite a good thing, if you ask me. It's terrible on the nerves to wonder if a painting is going to suddenly jump out at you when you walk past.

I'm only twenty-one...

I'd imagine that is pretty terrible and frightening..but what causes paintings to become sentient in your world, if you don't mind my asking.

Oh, it wasn't in my world... it's a bit of a long story. I'm still not exactly sure of all of the details myself.

Ah, I see. That's alright! I won't force you to tell me if you don't want to or can't tell me all the details, but if you ever want too, feel free to tell me. I'm the book girl, so I'm always happy to hear and read any story I can get my hands on!

The book girl... ah, I never gave you my name, did I? How rude of me, to just keep on asking you questions without even telling you who I am.

I'm Garry. And you?

Oh, that's alright! Don't worry about it. It can be pretty scary when you first get here, so asking questions and getting answers is alright. It's nice to meet you, Gary! I'm Tohko Amano, the book girl.

That's a pretty name. I'll be sure to remember it for later.

... assuming that I'm not going to wake up and discover that all of this was just a dream.

Ah, thank you! Hopefully you'll be able to remember it..but I can assure you that this is no dream. After all, I've died here a few times, and you tend to wake up from a dream if you're about to die.

That's really big! I'm only twelve!

[France gives Garry's hand a final squeeze and barks out a laugh.]

I've seen prisons more inviting than this place, my dear.

[He spins on his heel and picks the protein bar back up, then leans against the counter, staring at it with pursed lips. With God as his witness, he will find a way to make these damn things palatable, he swears.

More to himself than anything, he mutters:] Prisons have a better selection of food...

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... you've been in a prison before?

[Suddenly slightly unsure about this. This man doesn't SEEM like a common criminal, but how else would he know about prison food and what prisons look like?

Oh gosh should he start looking around for a weapon or something just in case?]

And you're here in this tower all by yourself? You don't have any family here with you?

[Romeo nodded] Piccolo is here, he's my weasel, and I've made lots of friends here. It's not so bad when you've got lots of friends.

[France doesn't understand at first why Garry seems so apprehensive, but it dawns on him after a moment's consideration. He laughs, half because he's amused, and half because he wants to lighten the mood.]

Oh, no, no, no! [He waves a hand in front of his face.] Not like that. But when you get to be my age, inutile de dire, you'll find there are few places in this world you haven't been to at least once.

[That's a little bit of a lie. He has been locked up before, centuries ago, almost always as a prisoner of some war or another, but he doesn't need to get into all of that right now. Best to just keep conversation steered toward those times when he was on the other side of the bars.]

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psst hello i am the mun of that garry who enabled you gomen for not apping yet ;w;

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HELLO THERE no worries, I have been terribly slow this month myself

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this month has been a pretty slow month all together tbh

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aaahhhh feelings ;~;

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that makes me feel better, at least!

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