oo1. I've got headaches and bad luck. [open!]

[perceivesjustice]

Characters: Apollo Justice and you!
Setting: Room 4-20, the two libraries, and the fourth floor.
Format: I'll be starting with action, but I'll match whatever's given.
Summary: Curious lawyers and horror towers don't mix well. Apollo's arrival accommodates an abundance of apprehensive attempts to accustom an attorney to the abundance of aspects Animus animates.
Warnings: None that I can think of!

room 4-20 [closed to roommates].
[Apollo wakes with a start. Or, at least he would if he could. It doesn't take very long for the panic to set in - being of sound mind and body most of the time, the sleep paralysis is unusual, and it definitely doesn't help that he has no idea where he is. When the thirty seconds are up, he manages to stay in bed rather than roll out of it as quickly as he can. He takes his letter with shaking hands and tries to absorb the information all in one go. It doesn't work, of course, and he ends up sitting in bed, rereading the letters several times.

Once he puts down the papers, he goes to his trunk and stares at its contents. The tremble is still present, his eyes are unfocused, and he's trying his damnedest not to panic.]

floor 19 library.
[After tripping over several stair cases and almost forgetting about the existence of the elevator altogether, Apollo manages to find himself in the library. The relief that washes over him is evident in the color in his face - he looks livelier now, though you might be able to blame the flush on his running around. He pores over as many books as he possibly can, and his frustration over the lack of information about the tower slowly grows. If you were to speak to him, he might just break out an example of his Chords of Steel.]

floor 3 library.
[As he goes through the books on this floor, he seems to be taking his time. He has several stacks of books next to him as he sits alone at a table. It's always best to gather as much information on a subject before tackling it, Apollo believes in this firmly. Though by now, his shoulders are tense and each flick of the page seems to be wrought with irritation.]

floor 4 lounge.
[Having done as much research as he could manage, Apollo has decided that trying to get his mind in order is his best choice of action. He's curled up on a chair near the corner of the room, staring out the glass walls. That tension is still about him, clear in his tight shoulders and defensive posture - his knees are drawn to his chest and his arms are wrapped around them - but he seems to be calm and collected.]

Comments

\o/

[perceivesjustice]

[Apollo jumps out of his skin at the sound of another's voice. He whips his head around and nearly gives himself whiplash.]

Wh-wh-what?

[He's not really ready to take information properly right now. With a frown, he shakes his head as if to clear it.]

O-Okay, elevator, oatmeal, and... monsters. G-Got it. Thanks.

Re: \o/

[crouching_sin]

I thought you'd like the quick facts first. But you can go ahead and ask me other questions, if you'd like. I've been here for quite a while.

[He leans back a little bit against his pillow.]

[perceivesjustice]

[Apollo gives a few quick nods.]

Um... Well-- Is what they said in the letter... Really true? Has the-- err, my world really been destroyed?

[crouching_sin]

Yes, as far as we've been able to tell. Some people have returned to their worlds, and been brought back here. If they've actually been returned to their worlds remains to be seen... it could, of course, be a trick.

[perceivesjustice]

Yeah... Everything about this seems fishy. What's your take on all this?

[crouching_sin]

Our worlds can't have been destroyed. Not because I'm some stupid heroic optimist - but because there's something that would have changed for me if everything were gone.

[His smile tenses slightly - probably not enough for anyone else to see it, but enough for Apollo's bracelet to start tightening.]

As for this place itself... the administrators here clearly have control over their test environments. They're watching us, even now. Some of us are watched particularly closely due to... heh. Causing trouble for them in the past.

[Naoya's grin widens a bit.]

Zo is a child, but seems to have far more power than he should - apparently he's the one who brings us here. Riki seems to be in charge of the actual expansion of the tower itself. Jason is... someone to watch out for, especially if you have a weak stomach - he's in charge of surgeries, and is the one who deals with bringing us back after we die.

[Pause, as he knows that's going to take a moment to sink in.]

And yes, you do come back from death here, which is handy. Ruana... no one's really sure what she does, but she has some significant powers and is not what someone would usually call mentally stable.

[Another slight twitch of the mouth. He's not, either.]

There was Dax, but Ruana ate him. ... Yes, you heard me correctly.

[perceivesjustice]

[Apollo stands and listens to the whole speech quietly, observing his roommate carefully. His bracelet helps him confirm the strange vibes he picks up from the man, but... There's no use in pointing them out. While Naoya may be lying, it doesn't matter - he'll take his words at face value, certainly, but he's not putting that much faith in them.

He's not putting much faith in anything at the moment.]

So there are several people in charge of maintaining the tower and its residents, and none of them are particularly stable mentally. That's... good to know.

Who was Dax? And... if we die, do we come back with-- any defects at all?

[crouching_sin]

Dax... he was in charge of the retrieval units you'll see walking around. Some of them are helpful. Others... not as much. He had some sort of skill with twisting dimensions, I think, but otherwise he was the most benign of the administrators. ... Aside from Zo, but he's either largely ignorant of what the others do or is too frightened to lash out.

Coming back with defects... not usually. Not unless there's an experiment going on, or something's wrong with the revival system, which doesn't happen often in the latter case. There's some sleep paralysis, but other than that, nothing.

[perceivesjustice]

Well, if you say he's a child, I guess I can't say I'm too surprised. Do you have any thoughts about why Ruana... ate Dax?

Experiments, huh? Do those happen often?

[crouching_sin]

Probably to gain his power in some way. Or thinking that she could.

Usually around once a month. There can be multiple ones in a month, though... as well as longer periods without them.

[perceivesjustice]

Have there been any signs that she has?

Are there any explicit reasons why we're experimented on?

[He's asking question after question, but he needs to know just what's going on. And Naoya has yet to stop him, so.]

[crouching_sin]

No, but she had a lot of power before, and we don't know the extent of all of their abilities. So it's difficult to tell.

As for that... no. Not that anyone has found. Presumably they have a rationale, but they've yet to explain it.

[He doesn't mind the questions. They're not stupid questions, at least.]

[perceivesjustice]

[A quiet sigh.] Right. It just wouldn't do to make it easy for us in any way.

Um... [He rubs his forehead.] Thanks. For answering all my questions, I mean. I really appreciate it.

[crouching_sin]

Heh. No problem. I'm a computer programmer... and the distribution of information is a particular interest of mine.

[perceivesjustice]

[He hums his understanding.]

Oh, ah-- I'm Apollo Justice, by the way. It's... nice to meet you.

[crouching_sin]

I'm Naoya. Like I said, I've been here quite some time, so if something else comes up, just ask. As long as it's not stupid.