[Rin has a very hard time paying attention to what the kind (but boring and unfamiliar) scientists have to say. He’s still trying to process what he’s seen, what he’s been through. He went to rescue Yukio… then Yukio turned on him, broke his sword, and escaped on a glowing helicopter. Then everything was suddenly unbearably hot and incredibly painful.

And then… it started all over again.

It took him a few loops to realize that the smoky, food-like odor he’d been smelling was his own burning flesh. That the reason the pain ended was because his nerves burned away. They never burned away fast enough.

Nothing he did changed how things progressed. No one else seemed to even notice. So, when the door had appeared after the seventh time… well, he took it immediately.

He stares down at his still intact sword in his lap as others in the auditorium start clearing out. Time loops? Some sort of magic? There’s way too much for him to take in right now, and he looks up, clearly confused and lost]

Uh… did anyone… understand any of that?

[By the time Rin has ridden the train to Yoshiwara, he’s calmed down a bit and has read some information on his new phone. New? Old… new. It reminded him of something, a bulky laptop. But he’d never had one of those, had he? Well, whatever. The dorms are cozy enough, even if they’re a bit old and run down, but the other half of his room seems unoccupied for now.

Rin barely has time to get settled before the power blips out! Great!! After figuring out that the entire area has been affected, he heads to the communal kitchen on his floor. If the power is out, the food in fridge might spoil… so he might as well get everyone a hot meal, right?

Using some of the meat and eggs and leftover rice from the fridge, the boy with the pointed ears holds a wok surrounded by seemingly fuel-less blue flames in his hand, tossing together some fried rice. He grins at anyone who walks in] Ah, hey there! You want some hot food? Let me know if there’s somethin’ else you want me to cook, too!

[There's a loud "MEOW" from somewhere else in the kitchen. Ah... there's a little black cat on the counter?? oh he's cute.

[Well, he did only have the outfit he came in… a pac-man shirt and some jeans. So he definitely needed some new duds. But as he browses through the shelves, he frowns]

Man… everything is so… old. I don’t wanna wear hakama! Are some slacks too much to ask for…?