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[cursedchosen]

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.]

Comments

[cursedchosen]

[He's pretty happy with that, but there's still something kind of fishy.]

So, what's the deal here?

[historyrabbit]

This floor or the Tower itself? [After all they're connected but separate things at the same time.]

Most of what I know isn't suited for this kind of atmosphere.

[cursedchosen]

The tower itself, but at this point, any information is helpful.

[historyrabbit]

As you've found, the floors are all different and few are alike. So far there's no escape though others have tried to find information out about this place. There's a rotation of people in charge, a few of them to avoid. Your collar color dictates when you have to go to the infirmary.

[Lavi is leery about telling anyone about the frames that they actually are and all the other things. It's not a comforting thought at all.]

I've been told not to resist it, you get knocked out and dragged there anyway.

And you'll have to eat oatmeal as your first meal here.

[cursedchosen]

Oatmeal?

[Ick. As if this place wasn't enough of a prison already.]

Mind sharing any of that information they've found out?

[Megalomaniac admistrators and psycho towers he could probably deal with, as long as there was some way out in the foreseeable future.]