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[etherealblast]

Characters: Fayt Leingod and whoever runs across him.
Setting: Dormitory room 2-08 and various first block floors.
Format: Action. I’m also willing to follow along prose if you prefer that.
Summary: Fayt arrives in the tower.
Warnings: He's not exactly going to be very happy about this.

Room 2-08 and dormitory levels
[To be waking up in a strange room, in a strange place, wasn’t exactly the outcome Fayt had expected after everything that had happened recently. Not that he even knew what he expected to happen after they couldn't stop that program, but this didn't feel like it at all.

The first letter, when he opens it, is like a punch in the gut. The message was short and simple, almost horribly cheerful, for the information it contained. Fayt didn't want to believe it. There had to be another explanation, because he was sure the last thing he remembered hadn't been completely emptiness.

So of course, the first thing he does after reading through both letters is to change out of the awkwardly tight outfit he'd woken up in into something more familiar from the trunk at the foot of his bed and try to find someone who knows more than he does. He'll be wandering the halls of the dormitory, seeking out anyone he comes across for answers. Maybe he could find whoever was sharing that room with him... the other sections of the room did look occupied.]

Floor three library
[After spending some time on the dormitory level, Fayt takes to exploring the tower, taking the long elevator ride to the bottom. He’ll be lingering in the library on floor 3 the longest, hoping to find some more information. Fayt will be browsing determinedly through the shelves trying to find something on this place, but he’s failing, much to his frustration. Some of the books do seem interesting, though, and he can occasionally be found picking his way through the shelves, a pair of reading glasses perched on his face as he glances over random books.]

Cafeteria
[A while later he makes his way to the cafeteria to get a bite to eat, but he’s hesitant about the oatmeal. Why the insistence on eating that first? It seemed pretty odd, really. Fayt’s going to be deliberating on that for a bit before he decides what to do. Someone should probably stop him before he does something he’ll regret.]

Floor four
[He makes his way to floor four after that, and he takes in the view of the world outside the windows for a while, glancing out over the clouds and hoping to see something besides the obscured view. It was a roomy lounge, but he really would have preferred to see something of their surroundings. Was this really all that was out there?]

Floor five
[On floor five, Fayt wanders around a bit before finding the viewing stations. He spends some time eyeing them, wondering if he honestly wanted to know what sights they contained yet, let alone if he could trust them. He wasn’t sure what to believe, if the viewing stations were genuine or not, but he knew what he didn’t want to believe.]

Comments

dormitories

[etherealblast]

[The sight of a cellphone, after finding his own electronic devices missing from his possessions, does get a glance from Fayt, and he pauses in his steps as he looks. He'd thought the devices might have been taken for a reason... whether because they allowed for possible contact with whatever was outside of this place, or because his Quad Scanner might show him something whoever was keeping him here didn't want found.]

Is that a communicator?

[bowandblade]

Hah?

[The question is distractedly acknowledged, and Archer again raises a brow as he pauses the game that had his attention.]

A communicator?

[etherealblast]

A communication device for long distances. [Was the term not the same for him? Figured with the situation here....]

Does it connect to anything?

[bowandblade]

[That sounded like... Archer's lip curls into an amused smirk as he finds himself reminded of some movie or another, and he waves his phone at the teen.]

This? This is a cell phone. There is no reception here.

[...] You must be new here.

[etherealblast]

A cell phone.....? [He vaguely, only vaguely recognized the term, from old texts and stories he'd had to read for school. That kind of technology has been long outdated for several centuries now, so it's no surprise.]

Guess reception would be too much to ask for, here. And yeah, I am.

[bowandblade]

[He laughs just a little, pocketing his phone before turning his attention back to the teenager before him.]

There would need to be something receiving signals for there to be reception. It sounds as if you have not been to any of the lower floors yet.

[etherealblast]

They've got to have some sort of system for communication here. The only question is if we have access to it. [At least, Fayt assumed as much.]


I was planning on heading there next.

[bowandblade]

If you mean within the tower, there are of course the terminals. [He gestures out and away from the elevator in a careless manner.] They are everywhere in these halls.

You may want to look at the lounges as you make your way down.

[etherealblast]

Terminals? [Hmm... it sounded like communication devices were stationary, going by the word usage.]

Got it. Thanks. But what use is a cell phone without reception, anyway?

[bowandblade]

Killing time. [He smirks as he replies, his eyes sliding over to the elevator doors.] Have you been how many floors there are in this tower?

[etherealblast]

[Killing time, huh? He shakes his head.] I haven't gone down yet, no.

[bowandblade]

[He again gestures, this time back to the elevators.]

If the elevator is at the very bottom of the tower, it can take about half an hour for it to make its way back up here.

[etherealblast]

A half hour? [He raises an eyebrow, his expression somewhere between disappointment and irritation.] How tall is this place?

[bowandblade]

Over one hundred floors. [He smiles at the expression on the boy's face before shrugging.] And the cafeteria is on the very first floor, so you will have to wait unless you wish to climb down all those stairs.

[etherealblast]

[He seems terribly unimpressed by the 'one hundred floors' bit, actually. Buildings that tall usually chose to easy route and got transporters.] I'll wait. It'll be faster than walking, anyway.

[bowandblade]

[He laughs a bit at the change of expression, lifting his chin high with confidence.]

That appears to be the majority's predicament; they lack the ability to move anymore quickly through this place. A shame for them!

[etherealblast]

And you can?

[Raising an eyebrow at that odd statement and near smugness, his tone is as deadpan as it's questioning.]