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towerofanimus2013-08-30 11:24 pm
bashfulshifter) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-30 11:24 pm
Jobs and Promises
Characters: This nervous blonde man and YOU! Featuring threads addressed specifically for Amelia Jones and Sertoria, plus any others that come up in the near future.
Setting: On August 30th – first floor dorms, the workshop (floor fifteen), the laboratory (floor twenty-seven), and the gym (floor thirty-nine), respectively. Might add more prompts as stuff happens.
Format: Starting action-spam, can match as always!
Summary: Rick got his collar checkup yesterday and is finally awake enough to do all the things he's promised people/jobs/other! Activities include making clothes, doing collar science things, and getting the snot punched out of him by a robot. Also his abilities are fully-functioning, so there is obligatory morning cat patrol.
Warnings: Maybe some violence or minor injury in the gym prompt (I hope not). EDIT: dinosaur vs. shark in the thread with Yotsuba!
First Floor Dorms – Morning Cat Patrol – OPEN
[Finally, after nearly a month of confusion, anguish, and mental silence, Rick awoke feeling refreshed and more or less back to normal. His collar was once again its usual bright blue, his mind was abuzz with the happy voices of the creatures that he'd missed so much--]
[--most prominent of which was Rusty the cat, who was exceptionally anxious about his territory and the fact that it hasn't been scented and patrolled for an insufferable amount of time. This absolutely must be rectified before anything else can be done, and as Rick understands, attempting to placate Rusty when he's on a mission only results in a very persistent distraction, which will keep him from getting anything accomplished regardless. He caves in without argument to the cat's demands.]
[Residents and visitors of the first floor dorms will most likely see the large orange feline roaming the floor and rubbing himself against many surfaces, including the walls, terminals, open doors, legs, and the like.]
Workshop – Shirts with holes in the back – PARTIALLY OPEN (initial meeting with Amelia, after meeting is open)
[Now it was time to catch up on work. First and foremost, Rick needed to keep his promise to Amelia, to take measurements and start making some clothes for her. The idea of her possibly not being human kept cropping up in his thoughts, simultaneously piquing his curiosity and unnerving him to the task at hand. Sure, he'd made simple clothes before, but...how was he supposed to modify those patterns for someone of a different species? Hopefully it would just be a matter of extending and contracting the preexisting template, and not having to scrap it entirely.]
[He arrives early in the afternoon, and will work with Amelia through the afternoon itself. Of course, she was only really needed for measurements; after she leaves, Rick will stick around the workshop to start actually making the clothes requested of him for at least another hour, quietly and diligently working near one of the back tables with a pair of scissors, some makeshift patterns, and a pile of fabric candidates.]
Laboratory (Floor 27) – SCIENCE – OPEN
[Rick was already running a bit later than he wanted to be, so he skipped cleaning the morgue (which he'd already done several times this week) in favor of checking in on the lab and the ongoing research of clear collar fluid. Not that he could even begin to guess what was going on right now—all the equipment and various blurbs of scattered technical writing went completely over his head.]
[He did, however, notice a sink of used beakers, and quite a few pages of notes lying haphazardly throughout the work area. Making sure his hands were thoroughly wrapped in heavyweight cloth, Rick set to work giving the lab a thorough cleaning, transcribing and sorting papers when he came across them. It was a dull but rewarding task which Rick invested himself in fully—so much that he might miss if anyone else were to visit, or if anyone was working around him to begin with.]
Gym (Floor 39) – Training – CLOSED to Sertoria
[And now for the activity that Rick was simultaneously looking forward to the most and also dreading: training with Sertoria.]
[They'd agreed, as a (sort of) apology, that Rick could use some physical and mental conditioning to better deal with the Tower's lovely surprises, and naturally Sertoria had offered this service for him. Given his generally terrible state of being since then, though, Rick was in no position to start this training until today. He made sure to mention this to her whenever he found her during his Tower circuit, and now that the rest of his menial tasks were done, he could invest himself fully without having to worry about exhaustion (or more likely, crippling injury).]
[Rick walks into the gym with a smile, but the hesitation in his gait no doubt lets on that he is very weary of being tested. The pudgy man has never been especially active, and knowing (or in his case, anticipating and greatly overestimating) Sertoria's abilities, being faced with her in some sort of staged combat makes him reasonably apprehensive. Hopefully this will be worth it, for the sake of his well-being and for the time he'll get to spend with his friend.]
[Hopefully.]
Setting: On August 30th – first floor dorms, the workshop (floor fifteen), the laboratory (floor twenty-seven), and the gym (floor thirty-nine), respectively. Might add more prompts as stuff happens.
Format: Starting action-spam, can match as always!
Summary: Rick got his collar checkup yesterday and is finally awake enough to do all the things he's promised people/jobs/other! Activities include making clothes, doing collar science things, and getting the snot punched out of him by a robot. Also his abilities are fully-functioning, so there is obligatory morning cat patrol.
Warnings: Maybe some violence or minor injury in the gym prompt (I hope not). EDIT: dinosaur vs. shark in the thread with Yotsuba!
First Floor Dorms – Morning Cat Patrol – OPEN
[Finally, after nearly a month of confusion, anguish, and mental silence, Rick awoke feeling refreshed and more or less back to normal. His collar was once again its usual bright blue, his mind was abuzz with the happy voices of the creatures that he'd missed so much--]
[--most prominent of which was Rusty the cat, who was exceptionally anxious about his territory and the fact that it hasn't been scented and patrolled for an insufferable amount of time. This absolutely must be rectified before anything else can be done, and as Rick understands, attempting to placate Rusty when he's on a mission only results in a very persistent distraction, which will keep him from getting anything accomplished regardless. He caves in without argument to the cat's demands.]
[Residents and visitors of the first floor dorms will most likely see the large orange feline roaming the floor and rubbing himself against many surfaces, including the walls, terminals, open doors, legs, and the like.]
Workshop – Shirts with holes in the back – PARTIALLY OPEN (initial meeting with Amelia, after meeting is open)
[Now it was time to catch up on work. First and foremost, Rick needed to keep his promise to Amelia, to take measurements and start making some clothes for her. The idea of her possibly not being human kept cropping up in his thoughts, simultaneously piquing his curiosity and unnerving him to the task at hand. Sure, he'd made simple clothes before, but...how was he supposed to modify those patterns for someone of a different species? Hopefully it would just be a matter of extending and contracting the preexisting template, and not having to scrap it entirely.]
[He arrives early in the afternoon, and will work with Amelia through the afternoon itself. Of course, she was only really needed for measurements; after she leaves, Rick will stick around the workshop to start actually making the clothes requested of him for at least another hour, quietly and diligently working near one of the back tables with a pair of scissors, some makeshift patterns, and a pile of fabric candidates.]
Laboratory (Floor 27) – SCIENCE – OPEN
[Rick was already running a bit later than he wanted to be, so he skipped cleaning the morgue (which he'd already done several times this week) in favor of checking in on the lab and the ongoing research of clear collar fluid. Not that he could even begin to guess what was going on right now—all the equipment and various blurbs of scattered technical writing went completely over his head.]
[He did, however, notice a sink of used beakers, and quite a few pages of notes lying haphazardly throughout the work area. Making sure his hands were thoroughly wrapped in heavyweight cloth, Rick set to work giving the lab a thorough cleaning, transcribing and sorting papers when he came across them. It was a dull but rewarding task which Rick invested himself in fully—so much that he might miss if anyone else were to visit, or if anyone was working around him to begin with.]
Gym (Floor 39) – Training – CLOSED to Sertoria
[And now for the activity that Rick was simultaneously looking forward to the most and also dreading: training with Sertoria.]
[They'd agreed, as a (sort of) apology, that Rick could use some physical and mental conditioning to better deal with the Tower's lovely surprises, and naturally Sertoria had offered this service for him. Given his generally terrible state of being since then, though, Rick was in no position to start this training until today. He made sure to mention this to her whenever he found her during his Tower circuit, and now that the rest of his menial tasks were done, he could invest himself fully without having to worry about exhaustion (or more likely, crippling injury).]
[Rick walks into the gym with a smile, but the hesitation in his gait no doubt lets on that he is very weary of being tested. The pudgy man has never been especially active, and knowing (or in his case, anticipating and greatly overestimating) Sertoria's abilities, being faced with her in some sort of staged combat makes him reasonably apprehensive. Hopefully this will be worth it, for the sake of his well-being and for the time he'll get to spend with his friend.]
[Hopefully.]
Workshop
When she spots the man sitting at the back of the workshop, she smiles and waves.]
Hi! I'm Amelia.
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[In any case, he's fairly preoccupied when Amelia comes in, and doesn't notice that she's there until he's addressed.]
...Oh!
[Rick straightens abruptly and turns to face her, looking, as usual, extremely embarrassed for being caught unawares. The fact that she's human doesn't hit him quite as strongly as he might have expected; Amelia's almost normal enough that the idea of her being anything else seems too ridiculous to even consider. There's still the wings, of course, but he was expecting those. One thing at a time.]
[First thing being, he needs to properly introduce himself.]
...Ah...yes. S-Sorry. [Stammering and apologizing, par for the course.] I-I'm Rick. It's...n-nice to m-meet you.
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It's okay, I don't bite, I promise.
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--R-Right. Yes. I-I'll...s-sorry. [He pauses for a moment and shuffles his feet, before suddenly remembering what they're supposed to be doing and reaching for a tape measure.] --I-I'll j-just...okay. Should we...?
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I can do it myself if you want me to.
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...I c-can g-get y-your, um...y-your b-back, then. I'll...w-write d-down...
[YOU HAD ONE JOB RICK]
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Amelia accepts the tape measure from him and takes a few steps back. Trying to be careful about bumping into any of the shop equipment, she spreads her wings, so they'll be out of the way for measuring. They're bigger than they look folded up; if she were to spread them fully they'd be wider than she is tall. Then, as if that were completely normal (which of course, it was), she wraps the tape measure under the base of them and around her chest.]
Looks like forty-six.
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[In any case he still has to record the measurements that Amelia can take herself, so he grabs a sheet of light-colored tissue paper and starts marking it out on a gridded cutting board. It's not a terribly intensive task; it leads Rick's mind to wandering, and thinking of ways to make conversation. The obvious question presents itself after a minute or so of silence.]
...C-Can I ask...how...? [He gestures vaguely at Amelia's outstretched wings. They're just a little too unusual for Rick to assume that they're some sort of alternate human species thing, but he could be mistaken.]
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--S-Sorry, I...d-didn't m-mean to pry. [He pauses to mark the new set of measurements on a separate piece of tissue paper.] Y-You're r-r-right...a-about the d-d-different w-worlds, I mean. It m-must get a-annoying, though--I'll, um. I'll l-leave you a-alone.
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Ah...yes. I'm a sh--shapeshifter.
[Still sounds weird, saying that. Won't do him any good to try and keep it secret though.]
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Me too. Um--k-kind of. J-Just, uh...just a f-few.
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Oh, she can do all kinds, only they always gotta end up smaller than her. So like if she turns into a moose it ends up being a really tiny moose.
[...Sigh.] Forty-eight.
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Why is that? D-Did a-anyone know?
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[Talking about Maddie is making her sad, so obviously the solution is to keep talking about her.] She wasn't really in control all the time, y'know, sometimes she just turned into things by accident. It's kinda funny, you know, when you're just asleep and all the sudden you've got this mini polar bear in your bed.
Do I need to measure anything else?
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Y-Yeah, I...know h-how it is. N-Not w-with the p-polar b-bear thing, I mean, but...well I was s-stuck as a c-cat for a f-few w-weeks.
[Pause as he ponders what needs to be done next.]
...I sh--should p-probably do s-some w-w-wing m-measurements. I'm...n-not r-really s-sure what to d-do a-about them y-yet, but...
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[Turning her head, she gauges the surroundings to see if she has enough room to spread her wings out fully. Some of the equipment in the workshop looks like it's just itching to rip out feathers.]
It's not really that complicated... you can just take a normal shirt and cut the back out. [She twists a little bit to show him what she means with the t-shirt she's wearing.] If the neck doesn't tie then it helps if it's stretchy. Anyway I think they're something like six... maybe seven? Seven feet.
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[Rick smiles and shrugs, for the moment focusing on his task rather than talk of abilities.]
...I, um...f-figured you w-wanted s-something...m-more f-functional? [Why would Amelia need anyone for this if she could just tie up any random rag and call it a shirt?] --Or l-long-lasting, I m-mean.
[Rick ponders for a moment, scratching his chin. Then he seems to be struck with some mild inspiration and--making sure that Amelia isn't about to stretch--quickly ducks under her wing to stand behind.]
...If I p-put a z-zipper or s-something b-between them, c-could you r-reach it?
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A zipper... you mean like up the back? I could put it on around the front and then zip it... that could work!
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