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Characters: Zelos and ~~his hunnies~~ everyone!
Setting: Cafeteria, Floor 4, Floor 82, and Room 2-16
Format: Brackets, but will match
Summary: The Great Zelos arrives.
Warnings: None, except being a huge flirt.

Cafeteria:

[The food here was nothing more than edible (quite frankly, that was putting it kindly). Zelos wasn't sure what had prompted all of their cooks to suddenly start substituting pumpkin for everything; it seemed like a culinary choice inspired by Raine herself. But, even bad food could be made better with good company, and that's just what Zelos set out to find.]

[Whether it was a wistful gaze across the room, or a smooth pickup line, Zelos is going around the cafeteria trying to find a lady that he is worthy enough to dine with. ~~Guys are probably okay, too, but he's not going to approach them first. :|~~.]

Floor 4:

[Zelos is lounging on one of the couches, looking out the window. It was certainly a pleasant sight outside; for the life of him, he couldn't think of any time he'd ever seen this much fog. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to see anything beyond the fog. But, the other person in the room seemed to be looking out of the window too, like they were in thought.]

[Maybe this person would be able to help him gather information on the tower; he'll walk up beside them, and try to spark up a conversation.]

Cheery, huh?

Floor 82:

[He needed somewhere to go to cope with the news of his world being destroyed, and the masquerade on floor 82 seemed like the most fitting choice. As he danced through the room it was hard to believe he wasn't still home; this ball could have just as easily been hosted by some bigwig back in Meltokio.]

[He seems to be moving through the crowd fluidly and switching partners often, but he certainly wouldn't mind a new partner; and he certainly isn't going to be shy about asking any of the lovely maidens on this floor to dance. In fact, it looks like someone new has just entered the floor, and it would be a shame if he passed this opportunity up.]

[He'll walk up, bow, and offer his hand.]

May I have this dance?

Room 2-16:

[Any day at Animus is long and tiring; whatever time he spends back at the room he's going to spend lounging on his bed or sleeping. His roommates or neighbors are still free to approach him. ~~But don't be surprised if he's less receptive to you than anyone else he's talked to that day.~~]

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[Zelos also raised an eyebrow at that introduction, but maybe that sort of name was normal where this guy was from?]

So, do you know what's up with this place, then?

[oh like 'zelos wilder' is THAT much better do you wanna fight]

...To a point, yes. There's only so much one can know about this lovely little hellhole at the moment.

[At least he wasn't named after a type of fabric. And a tacky one, at that.]

Mods aren't keen on giving out information?

[EXCEEDINGLY RUDE, GOOD SIR. YOU WANNA TALK TACKY LOOK NO FURTHER THAN A PINK SLEEVELESS DUSTER]

Not particularly, no. One or two of them aren't entirely obstructive, but gathering information's still like pulling goddamn teeth.

[NOT NEARLY AS TACKY AS A RED TRENCHCOAT. A RED TRENCHCOAT PROBABLY MADE OUT OF VELVET.]

Lovely. This place just keeps getting better and better.

[YEAH WELL TALK TO CANONSELF ABOUT THAT SHIT, HE'S STYLISH AS HELL. CANONSELF IS WEIRD AND PROBABLY NEEDS A SHOWER.]

You have no idea. [Shrugging in resignation, Waver lit a cigarette before folding his arms.]

So, since I'm clearly stuck being the welcome wagon today, where should we begin?

[STILL LOOKS LIKE VELVET.]

Whatever we're supposed to know the least about.

[HOW DARE YOU]

I'd call that one a bit difficult to determine. Let's start with the bit about your whole body being a false construct to hold what's loosely defined as one's soul. Whatever your definition or classification of the word, that seems to be the only thing real about us or indeed about most of the tower itself.

...I probably should have asked you to sit down first. Most people understandably don't take that well.

[Sorry we can't all be this stylish ;D.]

Nothing worse than what I've heard before.

[It's not like he once almost got his body possessed because of a mentally unstable 4000-year kid who couldn't accept his sister was dead or anything.]

Tower have a soul, too?

Good question.

[There was a pause, almost as though Waver intended to leave it at that. After a moment (maybe he actually had to consider the possibility) he spoke up again.]

...It wouldn't surprise me.

It'd probably be hard to find something surprising here.

[There had to be more than that, though.]

Any other advice for a newbie?

Most pressing is that months when Ruana or Jason are in charge tend to be the most difficult. That's this month and the next, respectively. Death is temporary, given we're not exactly flesh and blood, but it hurts like holy shit. Try to watch yourself.

Yeah, I can't say that going out and dying was on the top of my list of things to do, but I'll keep that in mind.

Mods are really powerful, huh?