has the universe imploded yet?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

[In this large kitchen is a very unusual sight: a flock of Ris! They seem to be ignoring each other, or unaware of each others' presence, each busy with their own tasks. Daddy-Ri is at the sink wearing a ruffled apron over his clothes, busy washing and sanitizing a small mountain of baby bottles. Ri is sitting at one of the tables, reading a crafting magazine and plowing through a massive bowl of ice cream. The little Replica is currently halfway into one of the cupboards, looking for cookies. It's rather strange, for all that this is a normal day in the DR.]



[OOC: Come bother the Ris. Pick which one you want, or depending on who you are, one or more will greet you. Or you might get attacked by a Heartless cupcake. Who knows?]

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[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He points to the fridge, then dishwasher, then the microwave with wide eyes.)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Those are appliances. Machines. They're not alive.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

Machines?

(Like... a computer? Okay, that he can understand, so he calms down, even if he does flinch when there's another groan, whir or beep.)

Uh... mm, right.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Not familiar with them, huh?

*he gives you a reassuring, fatherly-kind of smile*

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

I've never been inside an actual house before.

(He doesn't know why he feels reassured, but he ducks his head, letting the hood fall back completely. There are probably quite a few vampiric bite scars on his neck, varied in size and roughness.)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*he doesn't like the look of that, but doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, so he just dries his hands and goes to pour you a glass of milk*

Well, the DR isn't quite a house. Where have you lived before this?

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He'd be very happy if he knew Ri was pointedly not making him uncomfortable.)

The basement. So... I guess I have been in a house, but I've always been... below everything.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Well, you know that you don't have to live in a basement here, right? You can have a room of your own, and all you want to eat.

*he sets the glass of milk in front of you, along with a plate of chocolate chip cookies*

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He grabs one of the cookies, staring at it and turning it over in his hand.)

This is a ... cookie, right? But it's got... brown things?

(He's... seriously never been fed anything but vegetables, fruits and grain his entire life. Sweets? What're those?)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*he nods*

A chocolate chip cookie. It's really good. Go ahead and eat. Do you want anything else?

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(... he takes a large bite of that cookie, and quickly devours it. Milk, he understands and downs it with a refreshed 'ah!'. When he's faced with that question, he looks a little surprised, and cautious. Is it a trick question...?)

You mean... more?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*nods, unable to stop the fatherly concerned tone from seeping into his voice*

You look like you could use a good meal. Cookies are a good snack, but you should eat more.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

It's allowed?

(Very, very cautious about asking that, but he's on the edge of his seat. He's never been allowed extra portions before, and he looks completely ecstatic for them. He might just shock Ri with what he asks, though.)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Of course. This isn't your world anymore. You can eat as much as you want and do whatever you want... within reason. You shouldn't eat so much you get sick, and people won't like it if you hurt others here.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

So I can eat a lot of celery and spinach and apples and lots of rice? No one'll care? If I don't get sick?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

Sure. You have to take care of yourself here, unless you have someone to look after you. Are you a vegetarian?

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He blinks once, twice.)

Ve... getarian. No? Should I be?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Vegetarian means you don't eat meat. You know you can eat meat here, right? You don't have to only eat vegetables and fruits.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Oh. He looks sort of blank as he settles, thinking about this.)

I've never tried meat before.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

... what kind of world are you from?

*he asks that gently, going about making you a simple sandwich and soup*

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

What do you mean?

(He hasn't exactly been told about worlds yet.)

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

You do know that you're not on your world anymore, right? This is the dressing room. Everyone here... we're all from different worlds. It's why you see a lot of people with the same face.

*points at his face and yours*

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

I... I know that. I didn't know the different worlds part... I just thought everyone looked really similar.

(He crosses his arms on the table and rests his chin atop them, short hair fanning over them.)

My world's... the place I come from... it's really dark and snowy. And... there's lots of bloodshed... [he shifts up, hands at the edge of the table, to look at Ri.]

Is that what you mean?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Mmm... just wanted to know what sort of world you're from, since there are so many.

*sets a plate of sandwiches in front of you since the soup is still warming up*

And everyone here who looks similar... they're alternate world versions of each other. Like you... you're Riku? I am too, sort of.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Looking at the sandwiches, he eats a little slower, trying to savor the taste and understand what it is.)

Mmph... uh-- (He swallows.) Sort of?