towerofanimus | Regains and Such

Characters: Rick and anyone else!
Setting: All day on October 2nd; prompts are floor 100, floor 26 (morgue), then floor 27 (laboratory).
Format: Starting action-spam, will match though!
Summary: Rick has feels about his regain, then goes about his usual jobs in the Tower.
Warnings: Rick has feels.

Floor 100

[The park was always most pleasant in the early fall. Its trees' bright orange and yellow leaves basked the fountain square in a perpetual glow of warmth despite the crisp weather, shielded from the main street and lakeside venues like a grotto within a wild forest--the cut stone path would be the uneven pebbles by the shore of a creek, and the fountain its burbling currents.]

[Pumpkin tea would not have been Rick's first choice of beverage to consume whilst resting in this clearing. But then again, he wouldn't have chosen to sit on the ground, either, since the bench shaded by the old oak wouldn't have been a hologram. The warm drink might've held more weight if he could feel the occasional gust of wind that very clearly rustled the loose leaves around him.]

[All of this is well and fine. Rick doesn't need the physical feedback of floor 100 to remember sitting in this park and all the feelings associated with that. It does help, though, now that he's found his wallet in his trunk--which in itself wasn't terribly important, and neither was the money, cards, receipts or other random scraps and notes and identification found within.]

[The small picture in the front pocket seems to have done a much better job at catching his eye.]

[He sits at the end of the room facing the holographic fountain, alternating between staring at the photograph and nursing his tea in listless silence.]

Morgue/Laboratory

[Of course, Rick can't stay in the park forever. It isn't until well into the afternoon when he finally gets around to his other tasks, namely cleaning the morgue and his usual collar fluid-related duties, and he'll be oddly distracted when he does. His mind is obviously somewhere else.]

[Someone should probably snap him out of it before he gets stuck in a cold locker or drops a beaker in the sink or something.]

Threaded | Flat

[Ryoji tends to barely give this room much of a once-over when exploring the upper floors of the Tower. While most found it somewhat comforting, Ryoji just found it unsettling. He'd seen so little of his world, and the place that was most important to him was his high school, if only so he could spend time with his friends... friends that were eerily absent in the hallways of this illusion. Seeing his school like this, so similar to how it had looked when he had returned to his destroyed world, was enough to make him turn and run almost immediately upon entering.

When he spots a familiar figure sitting on the floor, however, Ryoji convinces himself to stay a bit longer. He can't recall the man's name, but he had been meaning to talk to him after the infiltration, and ask him what had happened... More importantly, it was clear to him that something was on the man's mind, and he'd like to help him out if it was possible.

He takes a few steps forward and clears his throat, a bit awkwardly.]

Um, excuse me... Are you all right?

Whoa!

[Veronica reached out and grabs the locker door that was about to close on Rick. His rag-stick-thing seemingly forgotten.]

Careful.

Oh... um... [He's just going to grab that beaker and put it on the side, blinking worriedly at Rick. He understands though, the last week has been hard and Taiki is jumpy himself.] Are you alright?

[To Ion, it looked as if Rick was sitting in front of the Daathic Cathedral's great, beautiful alter. If the blonde hadn't been looking at something in his hands, or sitting so informally, the boy would've suspected that he was, indeed, praying. Perhaps Rick had his own Gods; Ion had never thought to ask.

As he approached his friend with quiet footsteps, Ion wondered exactly what it was that Rick was seeing around him. The closer he got though, the more worry knitted his brow, and he knew the question would be inappropriate. Granted, the man always seemed to look some shade of troubled...but Ion noted the difference between the normal tension in his shoulders compared to they way he was slumped, now.]

May I sit with you?

[Ion's voice is always gentle, but he makes a valiant attempt to sound even more so, hoping not to startle his friend. He gives a sad, understanding smile.]

Unless...you'd rather be alone?

Edited (I FLUBBED MY OWN STUPID TITLE HAHA) 2013-10-03 19:40 (UTC)

[up to her slow and methodical exploration as usual, Aqua pokes her head into a floor she hasn't seen yet.

...even if it's not a particularly pleasant floor, it must be a necessary one. and it seems safe enough, judging by the other person calmly cleaning and tending to the equipment.

she walks inside slowly, looking around. she tries to quell the question that pops in her head of how many of the Tower's residents go through here a day, on average. or how many times each person has been through here individually, on average.

no no stop that. those aren't really questions she wants the answers to.

drawing level with an autopsy table, she touches the shining, sterilized metal with a fingertip before smiling at the person working there.]

Hello. Sorry to intrude.

Found this place, did you.

[ He's still not using the elevator, so passing this floor is only an inevitability as he makes his usual Tower rounds. He's gotten better at ignoring it as he passes, but this time he pauses on the stairwell, distracted by someone already on the otherwise empty floor.

His own gift from Riki hangs innocuously on his chest, but at this distance most likely it could go unnoticed were it not for the play of light off the plain wrought silver cross. ]

... What does it look like for you?

Floor 100; it was only a matter of time before he ran into you

Morgue

Laboratory

Floor 100 DON'T BE SAD RICK Ion is coming Ion is here

morgue

hey remember that thing i said i'd do over a week ago - floor 100