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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

Floor 5

[etherealblast]

Yeah, the elevator ride was something else. [30 minutes? Seriously?] I haven't been higher than the dorms and this floor, but I can't imagine this place is very cheerful, you know?

[neverbeamemory]

[Sephiroth was here when the elevator ride was that much less time-consuming. He appreciates that comment. Indeed, long elevator rides are an omen of no-good will here. Not that the Tower had been any more accommodating before it gained the majority of it's floors.

He offers a small smile to the newcomer, though there is something there in his eyes that doesn't quite support the could-be friendly gesture.]

Most floors are designed to present a difficulty to you at best, your inevitable death at worst.

[etherealblast]

[Fayt's expression turns from one of annoyance to an outright grimace at that, before he shakes his head.

'Let's be happy here'. Right. He hadn't been willing to believe it in the first place, but this just cinched it. He notes the expression, figuring it's probably more the state of things than anything that makes it so.] Thanks for the warning.

[neverbeamemory]

[Silver bangs tilt their way with Sephiroth's head towards Fayt before he turns again back to the monitor he's apparently been glaring into.

He's not the one to give out warnings, but a small fact wouldn't make much difference.]

[etherealblast]

[Fayt's not sure if that's a dismissal or what, but he figures the guy probably wants to be alone, from the way he looks back to the monitor.] Guess I should get going. See you around, uh.. what was your name?

[neverbeamemory]

[It's so very important never to lose sight of what you have lost. And so is the case with Sephiroth's recent staring into the screen. He'll sit and stare for hours, so that when he closes his eyes it's burned on the inside of his eyelids and he can contemplate on that a while.]

Sephiroth. And yours?

[Because it can't hurt to know.]

[etherealblast]

[Sephiroth? That's quite a name.

Not that Fayt had one less unusual.] Fayt. Fayt Leingod.

[neverbeamemory]

[What's in a name? Nothing to be taken at face value here. He's not ever heard anyone with a name like that before but it's really not important.

Sephiroth doesn't reply anything more. He expects that the boy will find his way off this floor on his own.]