rakuen | In the cafeteria [open]

Characters: Shion and you and also Dave
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This log is: The first part is open to all, the second part takes part after all the first parts and is closed to Dave
Location: Fortitude Cafeteria, Monday dinner/tea/supper time
Summary: Shion hangs about being a discard then goes to talk to Dave and vows
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[Open] Shion sat at the discard table and ate the tasteless soup silently. He didn't mind being a discard, he wanted as little to do with this system as possible.

He didn't want to fight and so it probably wasn't fair to ask for a Player, when he didn't wish to be a Weapon. The lack of rights only bothered him because no one should be treated less than others. Everyone was equal. But he didn't truly mind the lack of freedom or tasteless food.

Or at least, not enough to complain. He smiled at anyone who walked past, saying hello to those he knew, and most of those he didn't know.

[Closed to Dave] As he was leaving he saw Dave. He smiled and went over, signing hello. He hadn't seen him since the assembly and he was worried.

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He returned the smile but shook his head.

"Not yet! No time. Too many new things. Seen the forest yet? There are 13 types of beetles!"

These were important details! But beetles weren't food (probably) so he'd better find a Player, if that's what it took to get a real meal. He peered across the table at Shion's soup. To Firifale, this was a more obvious cue than his hand.

"No Player either?"

Shion grinned and nodded, he was just as amazed as Firifale by the forest, for different reasons. No such things existed anymore where he came from.

"You can tell such species apart?" He was interested, though he had a headache when he tried to remember why. He shook his head. "I don't like fighting." He said as an explanation.

"Yes! Easy enough, if you look. Big spindly legs, bitty stubby ones with the claws, patterns in the crunchy bits on the outside, long bodies in lots of parts, short bodies in one part-- all sorts!"

He resisted the urge to say that the silver-blue ones were especially delicious because, while he was sure that he had eaten them at some point in the past, he was equally sure that this was not an acceptable diet. He must have been terribly desperate.

"Lots of fighting here," he said, tilting his head and giving Shion what he hoped was a concerned look. "Bad place for you. End up eating lots and lots of..." He didn't want to call it 'food', because it definitely wasn't, so he just gestured wildly at the stuff in his bowl and screwed up his face. "That."

It sounded familiar, just out of reach and yet his head hurt as he tried to think about it. He thought he should know their names, but... He shook his head.

And then shrugged, "This round yes, but at least it is food. It is better than nothing."

He did think that, after all in the West Town he had seen people starving and as bad as this place was, at least they were given food and shelter.

Which didn't make the fact they had been brought here any better.

"Hmmmm. Maybe."

He gave the soup another suspicious glance, clearly unconvinced. When it failed to crawl out of the bowl and run under the table or anything similarly awful, he turned his attention back to Shion.

"Been here many rounds, then?"

Shion nodded, "This is my fifth, I was on the first train. Well... the first train this time..."

It had been five long weeks since then, "Are you new?"

"The first train..." Firifale stared at Shion as if he'd just been unearthed from some ancient ruins. Then, abruptly, he brightened. "Good! Survival not so hard after all, then!"

This really wasn't meant as an insult. How could it be when he looked so delighted?

"Last train, very new. Came from a place with more primitive technology and less rigid social structures-- none at all actually, in my home!-- and valuing trades over education." His voice took on a hesitant, shy quality as he prattled off the descriptions, drawing back on memories of the stringy black-haired one who'd explained this sort of thing to him back home. He had been comparing cultures on their world, of course, but Firifale had picked up the basic ideas well enough to transfer them. It was a shame that he'd spent his time learning about anthropology rather than, say, the alphabet, but such is life when you live with a scholar.

"Very different," he concluded, nodding.

Shion didn't take it as an insult he just smiled and nodded since he was right, as long as you kept your head down survival was not that difficult. He listened to the man talking about his home and nodded, "It's very different than where I come from too," he told him.

"In some ways the technology here is much more advanced, the battle system for example. But then in other ways..." That was compared to No. 6 itself of course, compared to the West Town the technology here was much more advanced.

"Very different though..."

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