Farewell to May/Hello to June

[warriorscribe]

Characters: Enoch, "Pandora", and anyone!
Setting: May 31 leading into June 1, Cafeteria for the former and dorm hallways for the latter.
Format: I'll take the best you have.
Summary: End of the month shenanigans!
Warnings: Um...someone may get drunk in the first prompt?

Cafeteria(F1): May 31, Dinner Hours

The first thing Enoch does when dinner begins to be served is grab all the wine he can with his food. He can be found later in the hour with a completely empty wine bottle in front of him, drinking the last glass it yielded. There are three more, unopened. Judging from the array of untouched glasses, he's intending to share.


Dormitory Floor 3: May 31 into June 1 (Will have a thread for the team protag/Pandora gathering, otherwise open)

The other bottles wound up shared with those that joined him in the cafeteria, so he didn't get to find out just how inebriated he could get on four bottles of wine. The contents of a single bottle and then some have sedated him; he went to bed almost immediately after dinner hours ended.

His deep sleep is cut short by the screeching of the chip by his bed. Enoch tumbles out of bed, grabbing his Arch and summoning his armor on instinct. When it registers that the chips are doing something, out into the halls he goes.

Just in time for the lights to go out. He keeps his Arch open, a distinctly-shaped blue light marking where he is as he peers curiously at the static on the nearest terminal monitor.

June 1, moment of glamour failure

Glamour systems shutting down in five, four, three, two, one, zero.

The Arch's beam flickers out. His armor vanishes. His eyes immediately travel to the Arch...and to the hand holding it.

The first sound he makes is a startled yelp as he drops the weapon, or the film construct making up its base. Slowly, though, he bends down to retrieve it, unfamiliar blue-filled hand closing around an unfamiliar object. His other hand, he slowly examines, opening and closing it. He then looks down at himself, at himself, at the glow of his soul coming from beneath the catsuit.

A little sigh, and then a breathless little laugh come from him, and he reaches up to run fingers through his hair - on feeling it, he pulls a strand of the film forward to look at it. And then laughs again, weaker.

"When I first realized they had only brought our souls here, I realized that, in fact, our hosts had shown us hospitality after all." Who is he speaking to? Who knows. "I thought it was truly generous of them, if they could only save our souls, to give us bodies that appeared and behaved as we expected."

The next laugh is barely a huff, and he inclines his head. "How right I was..."

Comments

[scentofmakai]

That's why it breaks a lot of computers when you try. So, someone really messed up what's going on with the terminals, I guess?

[warriorscribe]

I see... *So his vague hunch hadn't been inaccurate...* ...So the terminals...or perhaps the tower itself is confused.

[scentofmakai]

I wouldn't know. It's a pretty generic error, and I'm not a big technology person anyway.

[warriorscribe]

I know someone who might know more, but in this light... *He looks down the hallways. There may be other people milling about out here because of the screeching, but...it's too dark to find anyone in particular.*

[scentofmakai]

Wait until the power comes on again? Or the light comes back.

[haha natural light...]

[warriorscribe]

By that time we might lose this message...

[scentofmakai]

So write it down.

[You are a scribe, right?]

[warriorscribe]

In this light? I doubt I could find my way back to my room, much less find my pen and paper in my trunk.

[scentofmakai]

I'm a pretty good nightlight!

[warriorscribe]

All right, then, lead the way...

[scentofmakai]

[Zett makes sure that the sparks he gives off don't travel far from his body, but at the same time, there's a lot of them - it pretty much looks like a glowing Zett-shaped form is leading Enoch back to his room.]

[warriorscribe]

*Of course, luck has to be against them. Everything has turned off by the time they're back.

There's an exasperated little sigh from Enoch, and then nothing but the shifting of his feet against the ground as he takes in the deep silence.*

[scentofmakai]

...Well, it was worth a try?

[Yeah, you did good, Zett.]

[warriorscribe]

That it was. I suppose it couldn't have lasted forever.

*But now what? he wants to ask, standing in the eerie darkness. It felt like a storm was coming.*

[scentofmakai]

[Zett fidgets a little. This being their first meeting since the doll incident... he wants to apologize but doesn't know for what, exactly.]

Anything else I can glow at?

[warriorscribe]

I think you should find people who are lost, especially other children, and help them. If they have no one to look after them, bring them here.

[scentofmakai]

Can do.

[And he's off to search without even properly saying goodbye.]