towerofanimus | Mondays are never a good morning

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[ou] nicolas brown

Mondays are never a good morning

Characters: Nicolas Brown and you!
Setting: Around the dorms and cafeteria
Format: Any way you like
Summary: In which Nic is finally up and ~~grumps~~ pokes around.
Warnings: Some colorful language abound

'Shit.'

That was the first thing Nic thought of as he woke up and immediately realized that he wasn't at the clinic. For one thing, it smelled somewhat nicer then the weird, medicinal scent of Dr. Theo's place. Doug, the other Twilight, wasn't right beside him. Neither was Nina, and she'd usually be there tending to him.

Kidnapped by goons from some small-time gang was ruled out, of course. Those types wouldn't have been skilled enough to get past the doctor, much less take one step towards the clinic. Being taken in by the Paul Klee Guild as punishment for the recent fight didn't make sense either. Sure, he went a little too far on overdosing and nearly killed Doug, but still-

His thoughts were cut off suddenly as his stomach growled.

'...damn it all.'

Ah, well. It couldn't be helped. With a groan, he got up and dashed off, looking for any sign as to where the cafeteria was, and if any of the people he knew were also around.

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Once Nic arrived at the cafeteria, he was a little shocked at how nice it is. Some were in line for whatever food was being handed out, while others were making their own. It almost made him want to cook something on his own too.

Keyword: almost. No way was he going to do that again, not since that incident with the stiff noodles.

After a momentary search on his friends whereabouts which ended up being fruitless, it was time to see what this place offered. And, what better way to start then by looking over some of the people's shoulders and seeing what's on their trays?

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[This red-haired woman seems to be eating some kind of cooked meat, though it's not clear what it is exactly. But judging by the bloody knife laying nearby, it looks like she made this herself.

And after a moment, she'll slowly turn to look at him.]

... Something wrong?

[Oh, man. That looked delicious! In fact, it's enough to make him drool a bit.

Thankfully, he suddenly snaps out of that minor trance and looks over at the knife, before his gaze turns towards her. Soon, one finger from his hand is raised to point at the food, while the other is making little hand-signs.]

'What is this? Is there any more of it?'

[... Wh...at.

April blinks at him, her expression completely clueless for a few moments before she slowly starts to understand. At least she hopes she does.]

Um... It's deer, I caught it myself... You want some? I'm pretty sure I've got enough. [And she's clueless that he's a new guy who needs to eat the oatmeal first.]

[Though it's barely there, some relief appears in his eyes. Thank god, someone who understands!

He nods in an instant. Surely nothing can go wrong and his tummy will be appeased!]

[Even though she can't understand sign language, she did get what he was trying to say.

So, she goes to grab another plate, puts some of the meat on it and hands it to him.]

Here you go.

[AT LAST. DELICIOUS FOOD, COME TO HIM.

He takes a huge bite. Man, this is chewy. Nicely done too-]

[...wait. That odd, quickly growing feeling to refuse the meat shouldn't be there.

A hand suddenly goes up and covers his mouth as his cheeks bulge a bit.

Oh...OH NO...]

[Well, congrats April! Nic's way to make a memorable impression? Is to hurl up all over, bile and food chunks flying out and all. Ain't that a lovely way to start a morning?]

Ack, what the- [April is damn sure the meat wasn't off. So that might mean... Just gonna be crouching down a bit to make sure he's okay.]

... Are you new? Cause if you are, there's something you have to eat first, or else you can't eat anything else.

[After a few seconds more of vomiting, he finally stops and looks up at her to just give a glare in return. He didn't catch what she was saying (if only because while looking away, he didn't see her lips move), but all he knows that IT'S HER FAULT.]

[Right, so he couldn't hear her. But he understood her before, so let's try again...]

You're new, right? There's something you have to eat first, or else you're gonna throw up if you try to eat anything else.

[And then she points to the cupboards.] There should be oatmeal for you in there. Go eat that.

...

[Looks at the cupboards, then to her. Back to the cupboards, and then to this lady again.

...nope, still glaring.]

'Are you fucking serious?!'

[She's giving him the blankest look right now.]

... I'm not kidding and I've got no reason to lie about this. You have to eat the oatmeal first, and everyone else in this tower will tell you the same thing.

[Groooan. Man, if it was because there wasn't much food left, then he'd resign. But...]

'Why?! It's too bland!'

[She pauses for a moment, trying to process what the hand movements could mean, before guessing again.]

If you want to eat anything else, you have to eat the oatmeal first. That's... just something you've gotta do when you first get here.

[He grits his teeth together. Figuring that if he protests anymore, it wouldn't be any good, so he heads on over in just a couple of big leaps.

Later, he returns and plunks his butt down, a bowl full of oatmeal, though he still looks quite grumpy.]

'Fucking hell, this is for old people, seriously.'

[She can tell by his grumpy look that he is not amused.]

You only have to eat it once, and then that's it... Though we have to hunt for the rest of the month, since food supplies have been cut off.

[Another groan is heard as he rubs his forehead.]

'Fine, fine! I'll eat the damn thing.'

[Don't mind him, he'll be taking huge gulps of it, all while grumbling in between the bites.]

After you finished that, you can eat the meat, if you still want it. [She motions to the plate of food she gave him before.]

'Of course I still want it!'

[Now looking determined, he scarfs down the oatmeal until there's barely any scraps left.]

'There. Finally.' [He holds out the bowl towards her. Gosh Nic, so demanding.] 'Think I'll be able to handle it now, so give me.'

[She laughs faintly, but takes the bowl and holds the plate of meat towards him.]

Here you go, then.

[Aw, yes. Meat, you are going down and staying there this time!

Once he's gulped it down, the weird feeling doesn't return, so he's definitely pleased about it. Also, have a huge burp because dang, he ate too fast, but it was worth it.]

'Thanks.'

Hey.

[Lancer had come down here mostly because it was one of the few places served by the elevators. He was sitting at a table, but he had no tray.]

Still no food yet. At least, no food that people haven' scavenged up.

[...seriously?

He sighs as he pulls up a seat across from Lancer, and starts to make a few hand-signs]

'Why don't you have any food yet?'

[Lancer blinks. Sign language. The Grail had given him a crash course on it among other modern languages, but he's not quite sure what the man is signing]

[Alright, it looks like he's saying..."You have no food".]

Yeah, that's what I said. No food here. Apparently the guys at the top got mad at us pissing in his breakfast.

[That elicits a brow raise from Nic. He would find it funny, but since he's still new here...]

'What?'

Uh...that eyebrow thing is a question, right?

[Oh yeah, sign language. Probably didn't understand the slang.]

Well, you see, a while back, a bunch of us got our bodies switched.

[He winces as he remembers the fallout.]

And it was one of the assholes who ran this tower, Jason, who switched us around. Even worse, the switched bodies fucked with our memories and made us sick. A few days in, a couple people found out how to switch us back. Most of us were cured with no further issues. So Jason, like the bastard he is, got mad and stopped giving us food.

[Processing...processing...

Sorry, Lancer. You get a blank stare in return because you just lost him. How on earth does this make sense, he doesn't even...!]

Hey, uh...look, if you have questions, you're gonna need to sign. Because I don't read minds.

[Siiigh.]

'What the hell? This doesn't make any sense!'

['Hell. Here is no sense.']

You're new here, right? How much do you already know about the Tower?

'Not much. Just woke up a few hours ago. What's the deal?'

['Not much. A few hours wake up. Deal.']

You're asking what's going on with the Tower, right? Well, it's commanded by a bunch of assholes who pulled up out of our worlds into this place. Also left us a letter about how they killed everything back in our world as well.

[He's seen the remains.]

So now we have to live here whether or not we want to. And occassionally they pull weird shit on us like the body switch for their own amusement.

[Nic nods a bit as he takes everything he hears into consideration. Taken from another place was pretty unbelievable, but he could cope. However, the part about how his world back home had been destroyed...

His lips curve into a slight frown, while his gaze shifts to the surface of the table, though it's clear that he seems to be looking at something beyond it.]

'...I see.' [A beat.] 'Wait, there was a letter?'

['See. There is letter.']

Yeah, of course there's a letter. Should be in your room somewhere. On your trunk or your bed. Doesn't say much, though, besides "Your world has been destroyed and since we're evil assholes, we decided to save you and only you."

[Oh, he. Probably should've have read it before he left. Ah, well. Least it saves him the trouble of wondering what it had said.]

'Anything else I should know about?'

['I should know anything else.']

Really? Even stuff about the monsters?

'...there's monsters?'

['There are monsters.']

Yeah, they slink around at night. Not that hard to kill, though.

[His frown shifts into a small smirk. Hearing that made the situation a little better, at least.]

'Great. Thanks for the heads up.'

[And with that, he stands up, prepared to head somewhere else for the time being.]

'See you around.'

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