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

[deaftly]

Exactly!

[...]

Was there something weird about what I said? I think there might have been...

[alchemicals]

What, just now?

[...are we on the same page]

[deaftly]

No, before-- you commented on my priorities? I mean that seems kinda familiar... people telling me my priorities are messed up or something, maybe?

[alchemicals]

...Yeah, it was probably kind of weird. I don't think it was bad, but most people probably wouldn't have said that.

[deaftly]

Oh. Well, I guess I'm not like most people anyway.

[He's kind of smirking when he says it, so at least it's meant as a joke.]

[alchemicals]

Damn good thing - it'd probably be pretty boring in here if you were.

[deaftly]

[Naki laughs at that, pleased with Kimbley's words.]

Yeah, well, I'm glad I'm with you too!

[alchemicals]

[That gets a laugh out of Kimbley, too, and he's quick to muss up Naki's hair a little.]

As well you should be.

[deaftly]

[He makes a face, but he's obviously still pleased anyway.]

Hey, hey, watch the hair...!

[alchemicals]

There's no point in having it long if nobody can play with it once in a while!

[deaftly]

It's not that long though! I mean your's is really long.

[...he kind of wants to play with it...]

[alchemicals]

[He lets one of his hands shift back to touch it a bit when Naki mentions the length, like he's not entirely certain what to do with it.]

...It really is. I've got no idea why, and I still want to know why I let someone with epilepsy cut it last time, but...

[deaftly]

Yeah it's...

[Naki tips his head as he tries to think of how to describe it.]

...it's kind of a mess. The top. I mean, I'm not really sure why you'd keep your hair that long in general; wouldn't it get in the way if you're fighting?

[That's kind of a weird thought to have immediately, isn't it?]

[alchemicals]

I don't know, I guess?

[...]

You like fighting a lot, don't you.

[deaftly]

...I guess I do. Or I did? I'm not really sure how I feel about it now. I mean I've got no issues with beating the shit out of the people who locked us in here, but otherwise? I'm not really sure.

[alchemicals]

Maybe you're good at it. That'd be something, at least.

[deaftly]

Ah, maybe! I'd like that.

[It'd be nice to be good at something, though thankfully he keeps that to himself.]

...I wish we could remember something about our pasts. It really sucks that we just sort of have to guess.

[alchemicals]

Well, we're piecing together a few things, it's just slow as hell. Maybe the rest will start working itself out if we keep at it.

[deaftly]

I hope so. There's a lot of things I want to know. I mean ideally we'd figure out how we ended up in this situation in the first place, but I doubt it'll be that easy.

[Well, it's not that it'll be easy, he's more worried that whoever is keeping them locked in here will decide to erase their memories if they remember too much.]

[alchemicals]

[He pauses for a moment at that; he can tell Naki's bothered by something, though he's not entirely sure what.]

Hey. It'd be great if it comes back to us eventually, but if it doesn't, then it doesn't. It's not the end of the world; hell, once we get out of here we can be whoever the hell we want.

[deaftly]

I guess that's true.

[He grins after a moment, but there is something he has to ask...]

Who do you want to be when we get outta here?

[alchemicals]

Ideally? Hell if I know.

[It's a good question, though. Huh.]

Maybe I'll create stuff. I like the idea of changing how things work, and taking things apart and putting them together in ways that're better than they were before, you know? Either build off of existing shit, or maybe make up my own if I can come up with something. I'd...like that, I think.

How about you?

[deaftly]

[Naki's eyes are practically glowing by the time Kimbley's done and while it's definitely creepy, his words will hopefully lessen the creep factor a bit.]

Wow, that's so cool! Wanting to do something like that can't mean that you're an awful person, right? I mean, wanting to better things and create is definitely a good thing!

[His expression fades a bit when he's asked what he wants to do and Naki bites his lower lip while he thinks.]

...I dunno. I mean right now I can really only think about being free so... maybe travelling or something? Just seeing what the world has to offer and not being tied down to one place. I think I'd like that.

[alchemicals]

[Well, if anything he sounds really pleased by that, so apparently the creep factor has been sufficiently lessened!]

That sounds really good, actually - I don't think traveling's ever been my thing, but you'll have to come tell me what you've been doing with yourself once in a while.

[deaftly]

...You wouldn't want to go with me?

[Naki isn't upset (yet), he's just confused. Of course the longer he thinks about it, the more sense it makes. Why would Kimbley want to go with him? Just because they've been through this together doesn't mean they're always going to be together. In fact, that would be stupid. It would just be extending this, wouldn't it?]