Will you or won't you

[attheclocktower]

Characters: Anybody and everybody
Setting: Floor 1, before noon
Summary: Riki's offered a way to help keep the Tower powered a little longer. Obviously this is going to cause a lot of discussion and debate so let's CONSOLIDATE
Warnings: Nothing as of yet. Possibly eventually, so keep an eye on subject lines and I 'll try to change to reflect any developments

[No doubt Riki's announcement would be polarizing, but the instructions themselves were clear: Floor 1 at noon if you want to help out. And if you want to meet people, try to talk them in or out of it? Or hell, maybe even just talk about the revelation on who is behind those explosions? Well, this is as good a place as any for that too.

Just remember to be careful near the staircase]

Comments

[fionnuisce]

It's entirely possible that you're right. I can't say I trust Riki very much--or at all, in fact. But I at least think he's reasonable enough not to develop a much too elaborate plan to murder us all in one go.

[That was a charitable assumption by Waver's standards.]

[attheclocktower]

I guess it's hard to trust a lot of things anymore.

[Says one of the older residents of the Tower]

But... I think it's important to not stop trusting everything. And besides, if we run out of time right now... we can't do anything to fix anything.

[fionnuisce]

Which is why I'm here in the first place. I try not to trust anyone on principle, but even if this is a load of nonsense designed to fuck with us I for one can't afford to take that chance.

[attheclocktower]

[Xion's smile is all too understanding]

Me neither.

[fionnuisce]

Sadly, I'm not blindly optimistic enough to think this will go flawlessly.

[Sigh.]

How unbelievably troublesome.

[attheclocktower]

Nothing ever does, here.

[The way she says it, it's basically a fact of life she's come to accept. No information didn't cost somehow. No victory had come at no price.]

[fionnuisce]

...I can't recall if we've met here, have we? Sorry--my name's Waver Velvet.

[Casual conversation was at least marginally less pressuring than the subject at hand.]

[attheclocktower]

[They'd actually spoken before, but Xion doesn't remember it well enough to realize - no names had been exchanged at the time.]

My name's Xion. It's nice to meet you.

[There's a slightly wistful note there. A sort of "wish it had been under better circumstances."]