towerofanimus | ❝So hand me that remote❞

Characters: Willow (

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Summary: Willow has way more free time than she's used to, especially without school to be a perfectionist over. She finds herself watching a lot of movies. Feel free to make multi-character threads and join existing ones, by the way!
Warnings: None.

[At the moment Willow is watching Zombieland, a movie right up her alley but from several years past her time, so she'd never had a chance to see it before. She's sitting on a couch across from the TV, hand in a bowl of chips and giggling periodically.

On the screen, there's a college-aged boy with poofy, curly hair running hurriedly away from a zombie co-ed with a broken ankle.] You just can't trust anyone, [says the narration.] The first girl I let into my life and she tries to eat me.

[Goddess, does that remind her of Xander. For once it's a happy reminder, though, and she practically chokes on some chips laughing at it. Him and that preying mantis teacher...

Follow the sounds of giggling and come interrupt her?]

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"You're welcome! I'm Willow. We haven't run into each other before, have we?"

She knows that they haven't, but it's as good a lead in as any.

"Oh, no I suppose we haven't." Of course they haven't, he had just arrived here not to long ago. But, it was nice to speak to someone at least marginally friendly towards him. And it wasn't like he was going to readily point anything out either. "I'm Private Preston Marlowe, miss.

"Is there something you prefer to be called?" she asks. "Cause that's kinda a mouthful."

She knew Riley was okay with being called Riley, but, well, he'd been her TA aside from being a soldier. It was hard to think of him as a standard.

He shrugged a little. "Sure I do." He just liked using his rank, it made him sound more official than he actually was. Plus it was also a bit of a force of habit. One of many, he had discovered upon arrival to the tower. "You can just call me Preston, or Pres."

There was another thing that had grown on him. While at first he had ignored the nickname, Preston had grown so used to hearing 'Pres' that it had became somewhat of a second name to him. Of course, that was the reason behind nicknames.

"Preston it is," she says with an easy smile, tucking her legs up under her to sit more comfortably on the couch.

"When did you get here?" It's a standard small talk question for life at the tower, but Willow thinks it does pretty well at breaking the ice a little further.

"Oh, me? Er...about two days ago." He had to think about that. Time seemed to be slightly different here. Kind of like when he had to cross several times zones whenever the army shipped him off somewhere. It always gave him a bit of headache attempting readjust to the time zone.

"Oh, so you're pretty new! Are you getting settled in okay? Is there anything you're wondering about that I could answer?"

Helpful mode: engaged. Willow just couldn't stop herself from playing tour guide for all the new people.

Well now, that was certainly nice of her. "I've been settling in alright. And I've been wondering about several things. Although I don't think you can answer them all." Like why he was wearing a collar filled with suspicious looking liquid.

"I can give it a shot? Or at least be puzzled with you. Way better than being puzzled alone."

"If you say so." Preston sighed for a moment and went through some of the questions in his head. "Um, you wouldn't happen to know what's in this collar?"

"No, but we do get regular check ups where they change the fluid." And she looked like she found the experience disturbing.

"It's... all pretty creepy. I feel like I'm being lulled into complacency sometimes, and then there's stuff like this, interrupting, and suddenly I'm not lulled at all."

He nodded his head a little in understanding. Being put in any situation where you were being forced to take an unknown injection would be creepy...Not to say those injections that the Army had him take were creepy, just strange. Kind of like the current situation. The only differenance was that he wasn't getting a needle shoved into his ass cheek.

"A-ah...I think I can understand the feeling."

"Sorry? I'd kinda hope no one else would have to understand the feeling. Though that's probably implausible."

She sighs. Wishful thinking so rarely got her anywhere except bad wishes.

❝So hand me that remote❞

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