[So, your character is one of the vast majority stuck inside the mall. Despite everything being a giant simulation, basic needs still have to be taken care of. If they're not, you might appear abnormal and the bosses upstairs can't have that. So, thankfully, the food court is here, a smattering of people who seem to be nothing more than a few lines of code and some that appear very distressed.]
[And at least one who just looks very tired.]
[At the coffee shop, which is very reminiscent of a Starbucks or whatever copyright-free version exists within your character's universe, there's a sullen-looking teenage boy. He's got a wild mess of lavender hair that's sticking out in bits and places from having the uniform's green visor on. If he catches someone's eye, he bites back a sigh, like he's already figured out how this is supposed to go.]
Hey. Are you ready to order?
Closing Time (Consequences)
[By the time the mall is "closing" Hitoshi is so relieved. He never asked for a part-time job anyways and if his staring at a clock was accurate that wasn't even part-time. He'd definitely been standing there most of the day with brief fifteen minute breaks here and there to stuff a coffee shop scone in his mouth because he sure as hell didn't pack a lunch.]
[He's ready to get out of here, even if he has no idea where "out of here" is going to be.]
[There's a problem, however. He doesn't even clear sight of the cozy food court coffee shop before suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. He'd blame it on how little he ate, or maybe the world's worse case of VR jetlag, but it starts to feel like he's legitimately dying. He's stopped at a bench about fifteen feet away from where he's clearly supposed to be. He's deathly pale, sweating, and looks like no matter how he tries he can't quite get enough air into his lungs. While the mall's officially closing, it's less like people are leaving and more like they're turning around corners and blinking out of existence.]
[He doesn't expect anyone to stop for him because, really, hardly anyone had all day. Nine out of ten people were like robots or something, coming to the front of the line, ordering something, then walking away. At least it means he gets to die undisturbed. He guesses.]
Still Trapped in St*rbucks, Thanks (Mist)
[So, at some point, he figured out the way to not die was to stay in the coffee shop. How long? Who knows. Maybe forever. Either way, everything's turned off and he's stuck there and... he's starting to feel worse. Physically, he's fine, but the idea that he's well and truly trapped- not just in this coffee shop but in this simulation. He wasn't going to wake up from it. A hero wasn't going to suddenly smash through the wall and fix it. It started to feel crushing.]
[So, he grabs the walkie-talkie that he'd hear occasionally blow up with confused people. It was probably some connection to people stuck with him. So, if a character happens to be near theirs, they will hear, on the general channel:]
"Hey. Food court to... whoever's listening. How long are we going to have to do this? What sick person's actually enjoying this?" [he furrows his brow, trying to still sound half-professional in case that would be close enough to "breaking his role" and start another head-splitting migraine. As he does, he does notice something else, though.]
"... and should the fog be inside the mall?"
[It probably shouldn't. What the hell was that going to mean.]
Hitoshi Shinso ⊗ My Hero Academia ⊗ ota hit me up
[So, your character is one of the vast majority stuck inside the mall. Despite everything being a giant simulation, basic needs still have to be taken care of. If they're not, you might appear abnormal and the bosses upstairs can't have that. So, thankfully, the food court is here, a smattering of people who seem to be nothing more than a few lines of code and some that appear very distressed.]
[And at least one who just looks very tired.]
[At the coffee shop, which is very reminiscent of a Starbucks or whatever copyright-free version exists within your character's universe, there's a sullen-looking teenage boy. He's got a wild mess of lavender hair that's sticking out in bits and places from having the uniform's green visor on. If he catches someone's eye, he bites back a sigh, like he's already figured out how this is supposed to go.]
Hey. Are you ready to order?
Closing Time (Consequences)
[By the time the mall is "closing" Hitoshi is so relieved. He never asked for a part-time job anyways and if his staring at a clock was accurate that wasn't even part-time. He'd definitely been standing there most of the day with brief fifteen minute breaks here and there to stuff a coffee shop scone in his mouth because he sure as hell didn't pack a lunch.]
[He's ready to get out of here, even if he has no idea where "out of here" is going to be.]
[There's a problem, however. He doesn't even clear sight of the cozy food court coffee shop before suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. He'd blame it on how little he ate, or maybe the world's worse case of VR jetlag, but it starts to feel like he's legitimately dying. He's stopped at a bench about fifteen feet away from where he's clearly supposed to be. He's deathly pale, sweating, and looks like no matter how he tries he can't quite get enough air into his lungs. While the mall's officially closing, it's less like people are leaving and more like they're turning around corners and blinking out of existence.]
[He doesn't expect anyone to stop for him because, really, hardly anyone had all day. Nine out of ten people were like robots or something, coming to the front of the line, ordering something, then walking away. At least it means he gets to die undisturbed. He guesses.]
Still Trapped in St*rbucks, Thanks (Mist)
[So, at some point, he figured out the way to not die was to stay in the coffee shop. How long? Who knows. Maybe forever. Either way, everything's turned off and he's stuck there and... he's starting to feel worse. Physically, he's fine, but the idea that he's well and truly trapped- not just in this coffee shop but in this simulation. He wasn't going to wake up from it. A hero wasn't going to suddenly smash through the wall and fix it. It started to feel crushing.]
[So, he grabs the walkie-talkie that he'd hear occasionally blow up with confused people. It was probably some connection to people stuck with him. So, if a character happens to be near theirs, they will hear, on the general channel:]
"Hey. Food court to... whoever's listening. How long are we going to have to do this? What sick person's actually enjoying this?" [he furrows his brow, trying to still sound half-professional in case that would be close enough to "breaking his role" and start another head-splitting migraine. As he does, he does notice something else, though.]
"... and should the fog be inside the mall?"
[It probably shouldn't. What the hell was that going to mean.]