first staff ♞ obscenely wordy intro post

[beknightedheroine]

Characters: Sayaka and whoever the fates deem appropriate. ...The fates being you, fellow players.
Setting:  Room 1-05, or the remains thereof.
Format: I love prose and am comfortable with whatever else you wanna use.
Summary: A tornado touches down in the form of a startled meguca.
Warnings: When I say I love prose, well...

After yelling at Madoka like that, the only thing really left to do with her day was race home to dramatically throw herself on the bed and cry. Alienating her best friend on top of the rest of the mess her life had become? Oh, yes, excellent decision, real bang up job there, Miki. The direct result of having a sobbing fit atop ones sleeping space is, of course, falling asleep immediately after. And that's how Sayaka made the transition from home to here.

Here is curled, face down, into starchy white sheets without the ability to move. She simply exists for a while, wondering if this has something to do with the weight of her soul gem's ring form being absent from her finger. But then the paralysis goes away, and she jumps like she'd been fed an electric shock.

And then she's off like a bullet, tearing through the room to find her soul gem.

Other occupants and curious passerby will be flabbergasted and or infuriated to find the room a mess, but when she does find the gem and has it slipped back 'round her finger Sayaka does have to decency to try and put everything back the way she found it. Mostly.

Comments

[windykind]

Wow, those are some... strange noises coming from Room 1-05. So of course, John decides that now would be a great time to look around in there, in case someone got seriously hurt. But by the time he's gone all down the hallway and pulled the door open, the thudding and banging had stopped, and there was just a girl he didn't know in there, cleaning up a... pretty big mess.

"You okay?"

hey there stranger

[forceless]

"Uuuh...."

To be honest, Ven had no idea a room could even get this messy when there was so little to work with and a trunk was provided. Not that his room back home was the picture of cleanliness, but still.

"Everything...OK in here?"