towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Marty
Setting: See prompts!
Format: Starting in prose, feel free to switch
Summary: Marty's been out of the Tower for a LONG time...
Warnings: Marty has a few shocks in store so he might curse a bit.

Dorm Room 2-10, Backdated to April 10th

The first thing Marty did after calming himself down from the sleep paralysis (and dear god, he'd forgotten how terrifying that is) was to head immediately to his trunk and sort through what was left.

He had just spent the last year and a half in a dead world. Now that he's back in the Tower... he had things to do. He kinda figured he would wind up back here sooner or later. That's what he did with his time; preparing. Reading every single book he could get his hands on, testing himself, trying to remember all the things Doc had ever taught him.

Marty wasn't ready for this, but he had to trust in himself. First, he had to find out if the Doc was still around, and next... find out what's been happening.

He pulled on his jeans and the familiar striped shirt, then his jacket, and went out the door, pausing only long enough to look at the name plate. Riku, Kariya, and Prussia. Marty shook his head and went down the hall, looking at every name plate by every door.

There were so many he didn't recognize now, but a few he did... but no Doc. When he went downstairs, he started looking at the nameplates, but stopped in shock. Blank. And it was the same on the fourth. Going back up, he stopped on the second and frowned down the hallway, then went up to the first dorm floor.

Only two floors now... what had happened?

"Doc... where are you?"

Lab, April 10th

Marty skipped the oatmeal for now. He wasn't hungry. He was upset and disturbed Doc's name wasn't anywhere on the nameplates... but he can't really say he was surprised. Instead, he went down to the lab to see if any of Doc's things were there, and while he was relieved to see someone had still been using it all this time, he couldn't see any sign of Doc Brown or his distinctive notes. They had used the lab, right? That wasn't just Marty making things up?

Maybe the workshop? Maybe Doc had left something behind.

Workshop, April 10th

Marty poked about in the things in the workshop, looking for hidden caches of stuff they put away for experiments. He found some half-finished projects he had been working on, strangely untouched. They were parts of what Doc taught him, things he made to put the stuff in his head into use.

They looked kinda bad compared to the stuff he did in Doc's lab on Earth recently... but not too bad. Picking up a piece of metal that he remembered starting to turn into a sword, he held it in his hands for a while.

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Diarmuid, huh?

[Just trying to make sure he's got the pronunciation right...]

That's uh... what is that? Irish? [Marty definitely doesn't know much about Irish names but common name forms.]

Are the administrators still screwing around with people?

Yes, you've pretty much got it. Don't worry, though. I am used to people mispronouncing my name. Who can blame them considering the mess that Ancient Gaelic is?

[He laughs softly.]

And that should pretty much answer your question. Yes, I am most certainly Irish.

[They don't make them much more Irish than him. Well, except maybe for his roommate, Cu Chulainn...]

Sadly, no matter how much time has passed the Administrators don't really change. Yes, they are still screwing around with us though there are...fewer of them now.

[Marty would have commented on the name bit except something Diarmuid says stops him in his tracks.]

Wait, wait, there's fewer of them? What happened?

[Diarmuid frowns in distaste at the thought of the two events.]

Lets just say the two of them upset Ruana so she...dealt with them.

[And that is all he says. Right now as shaken as Marty is, Diarmuid's not so sure he can handle hearing that Ruana actually ate them...]

Oh...

[For some reason, the thought that Ruana could nix one of the other seemingly all powerful administrators made Marty paler, but the shaking's not so bad now.]

Yeah, I... don't know if I wanna know about that yet.

I wasn't planning on it. This one is your room, right?

[Diarmuid stops walking and points to one of the doors.]

Why don't we get you sitting down and feeling a little more grounded before we continue?

Yeah, that's the door, but I'm doing better. I think.

[He doesn't really want to go back in right now, especially since this is pretty much the first human contact he's had in a while. That seems like going backwards.]

I didn't really expect to come back. And Doc... yeah, okay, maybe I do need a minute.

But you don't want to be alone again, right?

[Diarmuid nods toward the door.]

We can go in. I won't leave you yet. Besides, I am sure you have a lot more questions to ask once you rebalance yourself. I can also go with you down to the cafeteria for that wonderful first bowl of oatmeal if you want. There might be fewer people in the Tower now, but it's still a good place to run into others.

It's okay. Things are coming back. Doc wasn't in the Tower when I left...

[Marty leans against the wall though, rubbing both hands through his hair.]

There were a lot of people from another place. I was trying to keep up Doc's work... it was pretty hard after the nuclear explosion... and then... I went home.

[At least working that out has helped calm his nerves, somewhat.]

I'm not really hungry.

[A thoughtful look crosses Diarmuid's face.]

Yes, there was something in the notes he gave one of my brothers. He left and came back and when he asked about how that happened, he was told that he had been to an alternative Tower or something like that. It was how we found out that there are other Towers like this one out there.

[At one time, the idea of other Towers where people suffered like they did horrified Diarmuid. Now he wonders if getting to one of them might be one of their only ways to survive this...]

As you wish. The suggestion was really more to get you around some other people if that is what you wanted.

I'll check them out... [He folds his arms across his chest, taking a few deep breaths.] I'm okay, but I think I should take it slow for a while. It's still kinda weird talking to someone else...

Understandable. You were alone for a very long time.

[Diarmuid pauses a moment in thought and then continues.]

Do you want me to show you where the notes are so you can look at them when you feel up to it? It's something simple we can do that shouldn't push you too hard.

[What's in the notes is a different story, but just showing Marty where they are, shouldn't be too much. Besides, he will need learn about the hidden floor sooner or later.]

Yeah, sure.

[If anything, seeing Doc's handwriting might help a bit. Marty pushes off from the wall, already seeming better.]

Hey, how many floors are there now?

This way then.

[Diarmuid starts leading the way back to the stairs as he answers Marty's next question in a suddenly softer voice.]

There are 101 floors now, plus...a bonus floor so to speak. It is to that floor we are heading.

[Something about the way he says it signals to Marty it's important, so he nods and falls into step.]

[Diarmuid smiles for a moment, impressed that Marty seems to have picked up on the importance of his change in voice and tone.]

I'll explain on the way. There are sadly too many eyes and ears in this place that are unfriendly...

Yeah, I know.