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towerofanimus2013-09-15 04:14 pm
averytinyparticle) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-15 04:14 pm
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03. want to be small
Characters: Quark and absolutely anyone!
Setting: all throughout the day at the workshop, the cafeteria, and then at the circus in the evening!
Format: starting action, will follow.
Summary: Quark tries his hand at designing and finding parts for a hat for one of his new friends before getting hungry and going to get some food. There, he starts stashing nutrition bars in his hat and then begins to flip his lid over root beer floats. Finally, he goes to work in the circus and fails spectacularly, unsurprisingly.
Warnings: probably none, but being a circus performer is dangerous, so potential injury there? We can figure it out as we go!
Floor 15 - morning
[Quark had made it his goal to become more self-sufficient. Sure, he was small and all, but after all the stuff that had happened in August, he had begun to realize that maybe he should try to figure out ways to be more productive on his own. He knew he woudln't really be able to do anything to help the adults, the boy wasn't much of a hero. But he could start with something that was more suited to someone of his stature.
That was why, when Quark woke up that morning, he immediately got to work. As soon as he was dressed he headed down to the workshop, where he quicky found the pencil and paper necessary to start drawing up his ideas. His current goal was to make a hat for Yotsuba, the girl he had met at the meeting not too long ago. She had seemed to really like his, and he thought it would be nice to actually try and mak her one! It would've been super mean to say that he'd help her and then not, after all. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but Quark figured that a good place to start would be to draw some ideas out.
He can be found furiously sketching all morning, rubbing his eyes occasionally as he assesses the patterns he's made, occasionally erasing or scribbling, or even flipping over a paper with a sigh to start over on the back. It was wasteful to crumble it up, but he didn't want to stop until he was thoroughly satisfied that he had designed something he thought a girl would like, and that he might actually be able to make!]
Floor 15 (later) - late morning to early afternoon
[Later, once Quark was satisfied with his work, he'd raise the paper to the sky and laugh happily.]
Perfect!
[And, having made such a conclusion, he'd stand, stretch his legs, and immediately start to bustle around the workshop in an effort to find the materials he needed to construct the hat he had in mind for Yotsuba. He was, naturally, not exactly confident that he'd be able to find everything he needed...and hadn't actually planned out specifically what sort of things he'd use to make what he had in mind, but this didn't deter him. Quark was determined--and he was nothing if not good at scavenging. Even if he couldn't find the best sort of materials to use, he'd just have to find substitutions!
And if he couldn't find them today...well, that was fine. He didn't expect to finish in a day. But he'll do what he can until he feels like he needs a break, though he might continue to be a bit loud as he rummages around, knocking things over here and there in his single-minded adventuring through the contents of the workshop.]
Cafeteria - afternoon
[Once Quark had gotten too hungry to keep working on his project, he had abandoned his efforts for the day to find some dinner in the cafeteria. He intended to just grab an available sandwich and go to town on it, but realized with a certain alarm that he had run out of snacks to sustain him at random intervals. Naturally, the Tower didn't have a very good selection of snacks--at least not ones that kept very well at room temperature for a prolonged period of time.
The boy sticks his hat in the crook of his arm and mozies his way over to the nutrition bars. As stealthily as possible, as if he doesn't want to get caught, he opens the strange, box-like structures and begins to place bars inside of it. Yeah, it would make his head pretty heavy, but at least then he'd be well-stocked for an emergency.
If one were to find him after he had become satisfied with the amount of nutrition bars he had packed into the hollow spaces of his hat, Quark would be munching away happily at a sandwich, legs swinging underneath him from where he sat at one of the many tables.]
Cafeteria Kitchen (later) - late afternoon
[A bit later, once Quark had finished his food, he found himself remembering the delicious pie Romeo had suggested he try at the meeting. He wondered if there was more in the kitchen, so he had wandered in looking for it. He did find pie, but abandoned it when his eyes caught sight of a familiar looking beverage.]
No...n-no way...!
[The root beer float, in all its delicious, carbonated, ice-creamed beverage, couldn't have been real. And yet, when he did more investigating, Quark found plenty of root beer and ice cream to go around. Probably enough for the whole Tower, even! Suddenly, he was having a new opinion of this place. Maybe it wasn't terrible here, after all. No mean, awful, horrible place would provide him with all the things that he could never ever hope to afford back on his own planet, would it?
The dessert beverage could've brought tears to his eyes, if he wasn't such a tough kid. Tears or not, though, you can be sure that he's grabbing one for himself with a suspicious amount of enthusiasm, sucking it through a straw without a single care.
His spirits notably high, Quark'll feel impetuous enough to call out to someone who might be looking for what to eat nearby.]
Hey! Have you ever had one of these before?
Floor 80 - early evening
[Regardless of how exciting the discovery of root beer floats in the Tower had been, Quark still had a job to do! A sort-of official one! He had learned rather quickly that he was a terrible performer in the circus, but he was still trying his hardest, despite his short stature and lack of any particular circus-y skills.
Tonight, he told himself as he reported for duty, he'd show a particular level of improvement.
At least, he told himself that before the plates he was assigned to spin and keep balanced on top of long poles kept crashing down around his feet. Quark groaned. Nuts! He couldn't help but wonder if this job would be more fun if he wasn't constantly looking over his shoulder making sure none of the clowns got too close.]
Setting: all throughout the day at the workshop, the cafeteria, and then at the circus in the evening!
Format: starting action, will follow.
Summary: Quark tries his hand at designing and finding parts for a hat for one of his new friends before getting hungry and going to get some food. There, he starts stashing nutrition bars in his hat and then begins to flip his lid over root beer floats. Finally, he goes to work in the circus and fails spectacularly, unsurprisingly.
Warnings: probably none, but being a circus performer is dangerous, so potential injury there? We can figure it out as we go!
Floor 15 - morning
[Quark had made it his goal to become more self-sufficient. Sure, he was small and all, but after all the stuff that had happened in August, he had begun to realize that maybe he should try to figure out ways to be more productive on his own. He knew he woudln't really be able to do anything to help the adults, the boy wasn't much of a hero. But he could start with something that was more suited to someone of his stature.
That was why, when Quark woke up that morning, he immediately got to work. As soon as he was dressed he headed down to the workshop, where he quicky found the pencil and paper necessary to start drawing up his ideas. His current goal was to make a hat for Yotsuba, the girl he had met at the meeting not too long ago. She had seemed to really like his, and he thought it would be nice to actually try and mak her one! It would've been super mean to say that he'd help her and then not, after all. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but Quark figured that a good place to start would be to draw some ideas out.
He can be found furiously sketching all morning, rubbing his eyes occasionally as he assesses the patterns he's made, occasionally erasing or scribbling, or even flipping over a paper with a sigh to start over on the back. It was wasteful to crumble it up, but he didn't want to stop until he was thoroughly satisfied that he had designed something he thought a girl would like, and that he might actually be able to make!]
Floor 15 (later) - late morning to early afternoon
[Later, once Quark was satisfied with his work, he'd raise the paper to the sky and laugh happily.]
Perfect!
[And, having made such a conclusion, he'd stand, stretch his legs, and immediately start to bustle around the workshop in an effort to find the materials he needed to construct the hat he had in mind for Yotsuba. He was, naturally, not exactly confident that he'd be able to find everything he needed...and hadn't actually planned out specifically what sort of things he'd use to make what he had in mind, but this didn't deter him. Quark was determined--and he was nothing if not good at scavenging. Even if he couldn't find the best sort of materials to use, he'd just have to find substitutions!
And if he couldn't find them today...well, that was fine. He didn't expect to finish in a day. But he'll do what he can until he feels like he needs a break, though he might continue to be a bit loud as he rummages around, knocking things over here and there in his single-minded adventuring through the contents of the workshop.]
Cafeteria - afternoon
[Once Quark had gotten too hungry to keep working on his project, he had abandoned his efforts for the day to find some dinner in the cafeteria. He intended to just grab an available sandwich and go to town on it, but realized with a certain alarm that he had run out of snacks to sustain him at random intervals. Naturally, the Tower didn't have a very good selection of snacks--at least not ones that kept very well at room temperature for a prolonged period of time.
The boy sticks his hat in the crook of his arm and mozies his way over to the nutrition bars. As stealthily as possible, as if he doesn't want to get caught, he opens the strange, box-like structures and begins to place bars inside of it. Yeah, it would make his head pretty heavy, but at least then he'd be well-stocked for an emergency.
If one were to find him after he had become satisfied with the amount of nutrition bars he had packed into the hollow spaces of his hat, Quark would be munching away happily at a sandwich, legs swinging underneath him from where he sat at one of the many tables.]
Cafeteria Kitchen (later) - late afternoon
[A bit later, once Quark had finished his food, he found himself remembering the delicious pie Romeo had suggested he try at the meeting. He wondered if there was more in the kitchen, so he had wandered in looking for it. He did find pie, but abandoned it when his eyes caught sight of a familiar looking beverage.]
No...n-no way...!
[The root beer float, in all its delicious, carbonated, ice-creamed beverage, couldn't have been real. And yet, when he did more investigating, Quark found plenty of root beer and ice cream to go around. Probably enough for the whole Tower, even! Suddenly, he was having a new opinion of this place. Maybe it wasn't terrible here, after all. No mean, awful, horrible place would provide him with all the things that he could never ever hope to afford back on his own planet, would it?
The dessert beverage could've brought tears to his eyes, if he wasn't such a tough kid. Tears or not, though, you can be sure that he's grabbing one for himself with a suspicious amount of enthusiasm, sucking it through a straw without a single care.
His spirits notably high, Quark'll feel impetuous enough to call out to someone who might be looking for what to eat nearby.]
Hey! Have you ever had one of these before?
Floor 80 - early evening
[Regardless of how exciting the discovery of root beer floats in the Tower had been, Quark still had a job to do! A sort-of official one! He had learned rather quickly that he was a terrible performer in the circus, but he was still trying his hardest, despite his short stature and lack of any particular circus-y skills.
Tonight, he told himself as he reported for duty, he'd show a particular level of improvement.
At least, he told himself that before the plates he was assigned to spin and keep balanced on top of long poles kept crashing down around his feet. Quark groaned. Nuts! He couldn't help but wonder if this job would be more fun if he wasn't constantly looking over his shoulder making sure none of the clowns got too close.]
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[She looks a bit awkward that she can't actually answer that question properly, but thankfully there's something else he says that distracts her-- and she glances at him over the top of her glasses curiously.]
--Wait, 2027? What year are you from, dude?
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[Judging by Jade's expression, Quark has a feeling she might be wanting some more explanation, so he goes right ahead speaking.]
45 years ago, in 2027, is when all these reactors exploded and put the Earth in what Grandpa called...uh...nuclear winter, I think. It's kind of better now, at least a little, but the sky's still red and full of ash and dust and stuff.
[He hesitates. This is all common knowledge where he's from. I mean...how could you not notice that the planet you live on is a recovering wasteland still plagued with disease?]
What...year are you from?
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Fucking time travel-- dude, where I'm from it's only like 2009. Not that that really stopped our own universal brand of apocalypse, but at least we never blew up a nuclear reactor.
Then again we kinda didn't have an Earth to fix anymore anyway, so I guess it's a give and take.
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[And so was the idea that there were millions and billions of different worlds and even different Earths that the residents were coming from but that was somewhat beside the point. Quark grimaces and looks awkwardly at the root beer float in his hands. Somehow, talking about worlds blowing up kind of curbs your appetite.]
I'm sorry that something like that happened to your Earth, too, Miss Jade.
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[She grimaced a bit awkwardly herself, but unfortunately she didn't have a delicious ice cream drink to grimace at, so the corner of the room would have to do.]
Nah, don't be sorry. I guess I miss our old flat but Earth was also kind of lame anyway. I think everyone around here had an apocalypse scenario anyhow.
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But what she said was even more sad, cause that meant everyone was stranded without a home. Quark just shuffles his feet as he looks up at her.]
So, if that's true, then doesn't that mean we're all kind of the same?
[And if that was true...why didn't everyone get along better with each other?]
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I... guess so? [is the conclusion that she finally comes to.] I mean, we're all kinda stuck here, and all our worlds are kinda gone and everyone's dead, so that's super depressing. But yeah, we're basically all stuck up the same river without a paddle
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Then we'll just have to make some new paddles!
[They were all stuck together, so didn't it make sense that they all cooperated in finding a way out? Sure, some of them didn't have happy, thriving worlds to return to even if things were fixed to how they were before being rescued by the Tower, but even though so many routes led to dead, sad ends, there was always a good one somewhere, right?]
That way we don't have to be stuck anymore. [Quark frowns sadly.] Or at least we don't have to be stuck alone.