LOCKED TO alchemicals

[deaftly]

[He doesn't remember anything. All he knows is that there's a bright light in his face and he just wants to sleep. After a couple of minutes of tossing and turning he finally opens his eyes and sits up. The room he's in is perfectly white, without any sort of interesting features. There's a desk and a chair, but nothing on either of them. They're as white as the walls and floor, and on closer inspection, the bed he's in is just as white and spotless as the rest of the room. The sheets are a bit on the stiff side even though he's been sleeping under them, and the bed is kind of hard for his liking, so he finally squirms out from under the covers and stands.

The clothes he's wearing strike him as being wrong, though he can't recall what the "right" clothes would be. They're white - like everything else - and they're very simple. He doesn't have anything to compare them to, but the material is soft and kind of thin and feels a little odd. He shrugs off his confusion about the clothes and starts for the door. Even the doorknob is white, which strikes him as strange for about half a second before he yanks the door open.

The room that he enters is spacious. Like the room he woke up in, everything is white. There's a sofa, a small table in front of the sofa, and a couple of plush chairs. There's a couple of doors leading elsewhere, and his first order of business is to see where they lead. One leads to a perfectly white kitchen which isn't interesting right now (though some part of him wonders if the food will be just as white) and the other door he comes to is locked. There should be a front door around here somewhere though, right? He doesn't want to be here. He can't remember why he's here (or anything, really) but being here doesn't seem right.]

Comments

[alchemicals]

[He doesn't seem bothered by the not-question, at least; he's still smirking a bit while he shrugs it off.]

Yeah, I don't know. I guess I must have done it a lot since I don't suck at it, but I don't know where I picked it up. I wouldn't be surprised if someone taught me for a reason like "Maybe now you'll stop setting shit on fire when you're bored."

[deaftly]

...But setting shit on fire sounds really fucking fun!

[NAKI]

[alchemicals]

Why do you think they probably would've wanted me to stop?

[KIMBLEY NO]

[deaftly]

Well then they're fucking stupid!!

[...]

Okay, maybe they aren't stupid if you were setting fire to their stuff or y'know, burning their houses down or something, but that's not the point!

[alchemicals]

[WOW.]

You're an interesting guy, you know that?

[deaftly]

...I get the feeling I don't hear that nearly enough.

[He seems very happy with that though!]

You're not too bad yourself!

[alchemicals]

"Not too bad." I'm fuckin' wonderful, what are you talking about.

[It's obviously facetious, though, and he seems rather pleased by it all around.]

[deaftly]

Man, you're a narcissistic little fuck, aren't you?

[...Well, that's not the exact right word, but he tried!!]

[alchemicals]

[...Hahaha, holy shit.]

Hell if I know. Maybe I am.

[deaftly]

[After more doodling on the walls and stroking each others' egos, they eventually went to bed, because there really wasn't anything better to do. Sharing the bed wasn't an option, but eventually Kimbley agreed to take the couch for... some reason Naki can't figure out.

Anyway, he's awake when the room gets too bright again (at least, he thinks the room is brighter than when he went to sleep, but he can't really tell) and he enters the other room, still rubbing sleep from his eyes. His first order of business is to find Kimbley. Are you still on the couch?]

[alchemicals]

[Kimbley is, in fact, still on the couch; when there's no one in his immediate vicinity to wake him up, he tends to sleep like the dead. He's thoroughly passed out and seems very content to stay that way, thanks.]

[deaftly]

[Huh. Well, he could wake Kimbley up, but Naki doesn't really have a reason to wake him up, so instead he locates that pen he was using and sets about doodling on the walls again. Of course if Kimbley wants to sleep forever then Naki will definitely get him up, but for now he's able to entertain himself.]

[alchemicals]

[It won't be immediately, but he'll wake up naturally after a while; the couch...isn't too bad for sleeping on, actually. It's not great, but it's not the worst thing ever, either.

It takes him a second to realize that he's not alone; he sits up after a bit, running his fingers back through his hair and sounding drowsy as hell still when he addresses him.]

...Hey.

[He's actually not displeased to see him, either; if anything, it's good to know he's still here.]

[deaftly]

Good morning-- or, well, I think it's morning. It might be later. I can't really tell. Is there a clock in here...?

[Naki turns from where he's sitting on the floor, having apparently decided that today we're working on this section of blank wall. He grins at Kimbley anyway, because clearly the question about the clock isn't all that important.]

[alchemicals]

I haven't seen one, anyway.

[Not all that important indeed, apparently!]

You eaten yet? We probably should, given that we couldn't be bothered yesterday.

[deaftly]

Huh? Oh, I'm not hungry.

[Well, if he's perfectly honest he's a little hungry, but it's not really enough that he needs to brave the whatever-it-is meat he's been given.]

But you can go ahead and fix whatever you want.

[alchemicals]

Bullshit. I'm hungry as hell, there's no way you're not.

I can make you something, if you want.

[deaftly]

No, I'm serious, I'm not hungry.

[He's not sure why all the food in the refrigerator was completely unappetizing. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with it or he'd warn Kimbley, but for some reason it just made his stomach turn.]

I'll... get something in a bit, I guess.

[alchemicals]

[He just sort of waves that off, getting up as he does so.]

Look, I get the feeling that I've been alone for a long time, I'm pretty sure I can use the stove without fucking it up. They left something for you, right?

[deaftly]

Um, yeah, but I can handle it! You don't need to cook for me or anything.

[Partially because he suspects he really doesn't want that meat cooked. Heated up a tiny bit, maybe, but definitely not cooked.

That said, the expression he makes is probably kind of telling that something's not right.]

[alchemicals]

[...little bit yes, um.]

...You okay? You're acting weird again.

[deaftly]

Am I?

[He tips his head a bit for a moment before deciding that yeah, he's acting weird. He's not sure how he's supposed to act, but this probably isn't it.]

I'm fine. I dunno, I'm touchy about food, I guess? I'll handle it.

[alchemicals]

[...Huh.]

Because of the not-human thing, maybe? I mean, it might be something weird that people normally wouldn't go near.

[deaftly]

...That might be it, actually. I'm not really sure, I can't remember.

[That makes sense though!]

[alchemicals]

Well, I already know about that, so it's not like it's a big deal.