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1. [Setting: Floor One] So you've survived the destruction of your world and have somehow weathered through the thirty-minute elevator ride from the dorms to the cafeteria (or somehow managed to avoid getting killed while taking 101+ flights of stairs all the way down). The next cross you have to bear? Oatmeal. It doesn't matter what other delectable or not-so-delectable items are on the menu, the cafeteria staff is only going to serve you oatmeal. You're welcome to go into the kitchen and make your own food using the ingredients they have for the other menu items, or steal food off someone else's plate, but you'll be violently ill if you eat it before you've finished a bowl of mushy goop.

2. [Setting: Floor Two] Ouch, that cut sure looks like it hurts. Maybe you should look through the infirmary and see if they have anything for you to bandage it up with! (Spoilers: There aren't too many bandages, so if you're bleeding out you might want to find a dedicated healer, and the strongest readily available pain reliever available is the equivalent of children's Tylenol.) Or maybe there's some sort of medicine you have to take that is absolutely necessary for your survival. You'll find it if you look, but only enough for a single dose at a time, so stockpiling is out of the question. Or maybe you're a healer yourself, hanging around in case anyone needs help! The possibilities are endless. The supplies, sadly, are not.

3. [Setting: Floor Seven] That sure is a pool. A big one, too, easily a hundred feet deep and spanning almost the entirety of this floor, with winding tunnels if you're in the mood to explore. Don't have a swimsuit? Don't worry, there's plenty of them available in the locker rooms also on this floor. Suit up, dive in, have fun, and try not to drown. It is rather easy to get lost in those tunnels and not be able to swim fast enough to come up for air, after all. And hey, if you don't know how to swim yet, this is as good a time to learn as any.

4. [Setting: Floor Twenty-Six] Well, this is morbid. It's a morgue, and it's got everything you'd expect a morgue to have. That includes dead bodies in the cold chambers, should you be the curious type. It's alright, though. It'll just be a John or a Jane Doe, no one you recognize. But wait... are there sounds coming from inside one of them? Is something... moving? Maybe someone's trapped. Maybe someone needs your help. Or maybe it's, you know, just a monster, trying to lure you in so the door will lock behind you and you'll become its next meal. And then you could become a John or a Jane!

5. [Setting: Floor Sixty-Eight] This floor's staircase winds itself around a tall, dangerous-looking mountain, somehow; if not for the stairs you might think you were outside. Going up or down the stairs will take ages, but the more you look at it, the more it seems like it might be easier to ditch the stairs and just climb your way to the peak or the base to get to the next floor. But it's windy as anything, and rock slides and avalanches are pretty common. It might be best to traverse this one in pairs. If there's someone making their way up or down alone, join them! They could probably use the help. If you're trying this on your own, maybe you'll be the one needing help...

6. [Setting: Floor Eighty-Six] What's that? It's October? Well, this floor doesn't seem to have gotten the memo. Stepping onto this floor is like stepping right into summer, and the meadow itself seems peaceful. But be careful where you step. There are mushrooms forming perfect circles scattered throughout this floor, and if you step into one, your fate is up to the fae to decide. You might be forced to dance until you can dance no more, at which point you'll fall down and die, and that would be the kindest fate; otherwise they'll play with you, which could mean anything from trapping you in an illusion and sending you off while unable to see the Tower's true dangers, to granting you the ability to see violent magical creatures that couldn't see you before but are certainly out for your blood now, to warping and twisting your body into some other form, to anything else besides. If you're familiar with fae you may be able to negotiate your way out of it, however. But if you can't, it would certainly make your interactions with others... interesting, should you come across them while under the fae's influence.

7. [Setting: Anywhere] It's been a busy first day in the Tower for you, now hasn't it? So busy, in fact, that you've completely lost track of time. Night is falling and while the monsters were around but not completely unavoidable before, they're all too common now. In fact - look, there's one over there! Or maybe it's more than one. So far you've managed to go undetected, but what do you do now: Fight, or flee?

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It's hard to run and bleed at the same time. Well, maybe not hard, but unpleasant and taxing; the only nice thing about the experience is that going from floor six to floor two is all downhill. Who knew deer could grow fangs?

Either way, it's not worth dwelling on now. The infirmary had been one of the first things Zuko had made sure to find after arrival and it's looking like it'll pay off. He doesn't even bother talking to anyone who might be in said infirmary, just shoves past them; there's an increasingly large spot of blood staining the side of his shirt and dripping down to the floor. Right now the thing to do is tear through the supply closet, not make pleasant conversation. Zuko is even starting to go a little bit woozy. Too much longer and he might have to burn the gash-slash-bite mark on his side closed, and that's not an experience he wants filed in his book of memories.

Quietly, in the back of his mind, he decides not to worry too much about infection.

Edited 2013-09-24 19:14 (UTC)

There's a young black woman with eight eyes (though six of them look like glowing dots on her cheekbones) sitting at a table as far away from everyone else as possible. She's halfway through her bowl of oatmeal and has been here for a good half-hour. The oatmeal is stone cold by now, which does nothing for its palatability.

Rook is trying very hard to neither cry nor punch things until an explanation falls out. She misses her twin, though she'd never admit it. Not that Jay would be in any way useful in this situation, but useless is better than dead.

Eh, maybe a grumpy teen might help. Maybe?

"I don't know how much they make you eat before they'll give you anything else." Zuko is looking down at his own bowl of oatmeal disapprovingly, but when it fails to transform into something delicious he sits across the table from Rook with an irritated sigh.

Look, Zuko, it's the Avatar!

...okay, no, it's not. It's just a girl who's too short to reach the bandages and antiseptics on the top shelf, and like any short person who also happens to have some measure of control over the wind, she's using that control to knock down the supplies she needs. They land neatly in her waiting hands and she smiles faintly before clearing her throat.

"Sit down," she says, "It'll be easier for someone else to treat that than for you to try and treat it yourself."

[Option 2 - infirmary]

[It's where every newbie winds p poking their heads at some point, right? And without a medic here... Well, mercenary work is tough even when it doesn't pay, so it's probably better to grab some bandages now, before there's a problem down the line.

Of course, first there's the problem of finding any. Alvin slides another drawer open and groans, finding it empty.]

Seriously? What's a guy got to do to find some supplies in here?

[Option 7 - nighttime, your choice!]

[Monsters here, monsters there, monsters everywhere. Just another day in the life. At least he's well armed - maybe too well armed, with a huge sword in one hand and a gun in the other, although with limited ammo he's being pretty sparing on the shots. Damn, if only there was a way to get better range on these things...]

"...It's not that bad." ...He says, completely in contrast to his frantic actions earlier. He's got one hand clamped firmly over the wound to keep the bleeding from getting worse, and he does reach out for a bandage or two. If she needs something, he won't be hogging all of it. "I can take care of it."

Pretty girl, sitting all by herself looking upset?

You already know where this is going. Alvin slides into the seat across from her with his own bowl of oatmeal and a friendly, if slightly awkward, smile. Up close, those extra spots on her cheeks are a little weird, but hell, if he can stare down Maxwell (both of them), he can handle this, right?

"Hey, don't look so down. The food sucks, but at least there's company, right?"

"It looks that bad. Sit," She says firmly. She lets him take as many of the bandages as he needs, but then she points. She can be stubborn when she wants to, and her inability to use healing magic notwithstanding, she wants to be able to help. That's the reason why she is in the infirmary at all: to learn how people who can't use magic treat injuries.

Thankfully, one of her close friends actually is practiced in both magical and mundane healing techniques, so she's learned enough that she won't be making matters any worse. "We're all stuck here together, so we might as well help each other."

Sheba is in the cafeteria when Rook first sits down with her oatmeal, far away from any of the others who are eating. That's normal behavior; Sheba can understand wanting some solitude. But by the time she's finished her own meal and is getting up to leave, it's a half an hour later - and when Sheba looks back, it doesn't look like Rook has made much progress with her bowl of oatmeal.

She makes one stop - the food line to pick up another bowl, because she knows from experience that cold oatmeal tastes like crap - and makes her way over to Rook instead of leaving. She sets the bowl down in front of her and takes a seat across from her.

"Here," she says softly, her expression concerned, "That will taste better than the cold stuff you have now."

Zuko gives an annoyed sigh that's mostly for show, but he does sit and rolls his shoulders a bit to get his top to hang down by the belt. It's the first time he's actually been able to examine the injury and it's definitely a bite, deeper than he'd first realized. No wonder it's bleeding so much.

"Do they have airbenders in your world?" Idle conversation, yes. He is still capable of it and it's a nice distraction from the giant bleeding hole in his torso.

"Airbenders?" Sheba thinks about that as she busies herself with preparing some of the antiseptic. Well, it's one way of describing what it is she does, at least. While she's working on the antiseptic with one hand, she raises the other and makes a gesture; a moment later, there's a slight breeze that makes any loose hair and clothing flutter. "They're not really called that, but... is that what you meant? Someone who can do that?"

And then, a few moments later, it's ready; she picks up the antiseptic she has on a small sponge and brings it up, though she pauses before actually applying it. "This is going to sting," she warns. "Not a little - probably a lot. But it will help."

"That's what I meant, yeah. We... that's possible, where I come from." 'Bending' as he knows it probably isn't the same in a lot of places, but it's the word he knows, and she seems to understand. "It's more complicated than that but... basically."

Treating deep wounds... the pain of cleaning them out isn't something he's likely to forget. Still, he braces himself against the wall and the shelf, steeling himself for it. Best to get the whole ordeal over with quickly. "Do it."

[Zuko is getting used to these monsters more and more every day. He's developed a system for them -- shoot at them with a thin blast of fire, then slip in and finish the job while the monster is distracted.

It's not until he completes stage one of said plan that he notices that there's another person within range. One who might possibly be noticed by the now burning monster.

...Whoops.]

[Did someone ask for help in the infirmary? Mia's making her rounds, so she's always up for helping new patients.]

Is there something in particular you were looking for?

Cemetary

[Don't ask how, but Wednesday has gotten a hold of a small animal and made a properly-sized coffin for it. There's sound coming from inside the coffin, like the animal is still alive or something. The girl ignores it though and digs a hole in the ground for it before setting it into the dirt.]

With this sacrifice, every month at the full moon, the spirits of the dead shall rise, hungry for the blood of the living. The only way left to protect ourselves is live sacrifice. Paint the blood of your friends on your doorframe so that the ghosts will pass you by.

[NO THIS ISN'T A GAME. WEDNESDAY IS REALLY DOING THIS.]

Workshop

[Oh good, some place that she can work. And make doll-sized yet working medieval torture devices.]

Kitchen

[DOO DOO DOO! JUST STEALING VARIOUS SHARP KNIFE-LIKE OBJECTS.]

Random Hallway

[Feel free to stop Wednesday as she walks the halls with a headless doll.]

Well that could work. [Because yay, blood magic!]

Or you could go on a more easier and much more simple route and paint lamb's blood on the door itself. [Well that seemed to help keep the plagues of Egypt away.]

[ well, this has been.. an experience. somehow, the apocalypse wasn't at all like he expected it to be, and it happened a lot quicker than it was supposed to, and.. now he's in this tower. yeshua's had a lot of unusual experiences in his life (and after..life?), but this is coming close to taking the cake.

and.. he's alone. even buddha isn't here, which is really strange. he's so accustomed to being practically glued to his side that he's not quite sure what to do with himself. he keeps turning, expecting to see him there, but..

oatmeal, is it? it's not that he's ungrateful, because he's glad to have anything to eat, but.. this is a little unappetizing even for yeshua. still, he'll take what he's given. he holds the bowl loosely in one hand as he crosses the cafeteria, expression curious and and maybe the slightest bit glum.

ladies and gentlemen, say hello to the christian messiah. .. who's dressed in a j-rock band t-shirt, jeans, and battered converse sneakers, his hair pulled back in a ponytail that does absolutely jack to hide the small scars that cross his brow. it's a really strange combination for someone who exudes such a strong sense of virtue and purity, actually. ]

[Oatmeal, the sign of the new arrival. Aleph waves to him, dressed as usual in his oddly-colored armor, weird visor, and weird machine on his arm.]

You're new, right? Sit with me, I'll get you up to speed.

[Judas would know that figure a mile away. He's so glad, even if the tower does terrible things at times, at least he's alive! It was the one thing he wished for daily, and he'd begun to lose hope. He's so glad he doesn't even feel embarrassed or presumptuous when he runs over to Jesus and hugs him.]

[ for a second or two, yeshua kind of just stares, blinking in surprise. .. cosplay, or..? then again, the letter had said 'worlds', so maybe this is normal where this person is from.

he realizes he is staring a little belatedly, smiling sheepishly and offering a small, apologetic nod. ]

That would be really nice of you, thank you. [ he slides into a seat across from him, setting his bowl down, expression warming gratefully. ] I have to admit, this isn't what I expected at the end of the world.

Wah!

[ he bowl nearly tumbles out of his hand, and he has to scrabble to catch it, sloshing goopy oatmeal over his fingers as he does so. who--?

but then he realizes it's judas, and swiftly curls his free arm around the other man in a fierce answering hug. ]

Judas! I'm so glad you're okay!

I don't think any of us expected this, even the ones who were prepared for the world to end at all.

First things first: you are going to have to eat the oatmeal, if you want to eat anything else afterwards. I promise it's better than the alternative, and it really is just bland, not dangerous.

Oh! Oh, I wouldn't waste it. I mean, someone gave it to me, after all..

[ and that would be really rude. and anyway, it's not as if he grew up in a wealthy family, so he's used to eating what he gets. ]

You were prepared..? That's sort of surprising. I don't know many people who are, really.

Not exactly. I mean, I'm used to knowing something like that could happen, but I thought I'd averted it, so... it came as a surprise.

Sorry, I haven't introduced myself. Aleph Sinclair.

[ averted the end of the world? that's certainly unexpected. he wants to ask, but--

he smiles again at the introduction, brightening. ]

It's nice to meet you, Aleph. I'm Yeshua, though you can call me Jesus if you like. Most people do these days.

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