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[entropied]

Characters: the Handmaid and you!
Setting: Twentieth floor
Format: Action, but I'll match
Summary: Chillin'. Come bug her.
Warnings: Nope!


[The Handmaid has decided that being "careful" like the Summoner insists is really, really boring. She's sitting on the ramp that leads up and around the outside of the tower, her legs dangling over the edge as she tosses pebbles off of the side. Sometimes, she wonders what would happen if she jumped. She can't die, so does that mean she might actually be able to escape the tower? But there's surely some sort of caveat, so she hasn't tried it just yet.]

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[entropied]

[She shrugs. Why can't anyone just sit down and stay quiet?]

[mamadonna]

[ Silence is scary and awkward! But then she had just said a moment ago that her own talking so much was probably spoiling the moment. ]

I see. My apologies.

[ And so she sits and enjoys the view, peeking uncomfortably over the edge every now and then, or glancing at the other troll with an expectant smile before turning her gaze back to the horizon. ]

[entropied]

[The Handmaid shifts awkward, and after a few moments:]

Why do you keep looking at me like that?

[mamadonna]

[ Oh, how rude of her, she should really be more attentive of how she's affecting the comfort of this troll. ]

My apologies. It's simply that I have yet to encounter many strangers of our race in a less electronic context. It's something of a curious concept, given the number of which I've seen displayed through that method previously.

[entropied]

[She shrugs, shifting her weight again.]

There are a lot of us here.

[mamadonna]

[ She looks a little sheepish now. ]

Perhaps, yes. But I still had yet to meet any that I wasn't previously acquainted with, prior to yourself and the other young rustblood. I have much still to do for the purpose of better acclimating myself, apparently.