[At first, the cold goes unnoticed, but as the steam dissipates, he's suddenly sharply aware of the hail and the chill; of the platform and the new surroundings. The rucksack is too heavy and Toki lets it slide off his shoulder onto the platform with a dull thud. He looks down at his clothes, blue, too colourful like the rest of this... place. Not the fluorescent yellow-white of the hospital. He's somewhere new again... or had that not been real either? The notion hits him hard, and his breath comes in shallow gasps as the edges of his vision darken. He can't stand any longer and drops to his knees.
The slush soaks into the cargo pants, which are not his. Not that he remembers. The boots feel stiff and inflexible after having been barefoot for who knows how long. The perception of time is skewed as he focuses on breathing and trying to figure out how he's gotten here. Why. Had he messed up somehow? Had he never left the Void of Death in the first place? Or even before that? He'd thought he'd made it home, but now it already seems like a dream.]
What happened!?
[His voice is hoarse, having spent the last minutes in his own world, if is had been his, screaming and crying brokenly; sounds echoing in the hallway from both himself, and her. But now she's gone, the hospital's gone, that place he'd been sure was real, sure for the first time, is gone. He pressed the button; had that been wrong? Was it a test he failed?]
2. Information
[Oh my god. There's so much to read. The SCA information, the leaflets. This is hell. It's hell. After boarding the train, Toki drags his rucksack along behind him, one hand on the wall to support himself. He loosely holds the the leaflets in the other, trying to make sense of them. It's too much information and his brain is melting. He'll whine in frustration at whoever approaches or tries to pass him, weakly waving the leaflets.]
These aren't like, required reading, are they?
3. Cabin / 6A
a; scenario i
[Upon finding his assigned cabin, Toki gathers all of his strength to appear happy and even excited. He waves as he heads inside, throwing his rucksack on the nearest bunk, a feat which takes great effort.]
Hello~! This place is pretty neat, right!? I hope we can be friends!
[His carefully crafted introduction is ruined when he takes another step and promptly trips over his untied boots.]
b; scenario ii
[The cabin is empty when he gets there, and so he explores; going through whatever belongings are left from the other occupants. It's not really an invasion of privacy if he can reasonable say he didn't know said belongings weren't simply provided to him, like the ones in the rucksack.]
4. Wildcard Anything goes! Start something or plot on plurk (hylidae), or discord
Tokidoki Rikugou | Amatsuki | OTA
[At first, the cold goes unnoticed, but as the steam dissipates, he's suddenly sharply aware of the hail and the chill; of the platform and the new surroundings. The rucksack is too heavy and Toki lets it slide off his shoulder onto the platform with a dull thud. He looks down at his clothes, blue, too colourful like the rest of this... place. Not the fluorescent yellow-white of the hospital. He's somewhere new again... or had that not been real either? The notion hits him hard, and his breath comes in shallow gasps as the edges of his vision darken. He can't stand any longer and drops to his knees.
The slush soaks into the cargo pants, which are not his. Not that he remembers. The boots feel stiff and inflexible after having been barefoot for who knows how long. The perception of time is skewed as he focuses on breathing and trying to figure out how he's gotten here. Why. Had he messed up somehow? Had he never left the Void of Death in the first place? Or even before that? He'd thought he'd made it home, but now it already seems like a dream.]
What happened!?
[His voice is hoarse, having spent the last minutes in his own world, if is had been his, screaming and crying brokenly; sounds echoing in the hallway from both himself, and her. But now she's gone, the hospital's gone, that place he'd been sure was real, sure for the first time, is gone. He pressed the button; had that been wrong? Was it a test he failed?]
2. Information
[Oh my god. There's so much to read. The SCA information, the leaflets. This is hell. It's hell. After boarding the train, Toki drags his rucksack along behind him, one hand on the wall to support himself. He loosely holds the the leaflets in the other, trying to make sense of them. It's too much information and his brain is melting. He'll whine in frustration at whoever approaches or tries to pass him, weakly waving the leaflets.]
These aren't like, required reading, are they?
3. Cabin / 6A
a; scenario i
[Upon finding his assigned cabin, Toki gathers all of his strength to appear happy and even excited. He waves as he heads inside, throwing his rucksack on the nearest bunk, a feat which takes great effort.]
Hello~! This place is pretty neat, right!? I hope we can be friends!
[His carefully crafted introduction is ruined when he takes another step and promptly trips over his untied boots.]
b; scenario ii
[The cabin is empty when he gets there, and so he explores; going through whatever belongings are left from the other occupants. It's not really an invasion of privacy if he can reasonable say he didn't know said belongings weren't simply provided to him, like the ones in the rucksack.]
4. Wildcard
Anything goes! Start something or plot on plurk (hylidae), or discord