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towerofanimus2012-03-04 07:00 pm
doctor_dismemberment) wrote in towerofanimus2012-03-04 07:00 pm
The Doctor is [In] (OPEN)
Characters: Richtofen and YOU!
Setting: 2-04 to begin with, then everywhere else.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Richtofen wakes up in the tower, then decides to explore.
Warnings: Just that Richtofen is insane.
[Richtofen knows something's up the moment he opens his eyes. Not just because he can't move, because that might be a side-effect of the teleportation. No, he's cautious from the get-go because he notices one specific detail about the room he's in...
The power is already on.
Hm.
He sits bolt upright once he's able to move, and looks down at his clothing.] Oh... How quaint. [But he doesn't remember changing...
There's a note. He reads it over, then picks up the second, longer one. Once he's finished reading, he gives a good-natured chuckle.]
How peculiar! [Then he calls out:] You're not fooling anyone, Samantha...
[He discards the notes and turns his attention to his trunk. He opens it, half expecting it to glow and spit out a random weapon, but it's just an ordinary trunk. He rifles through it, pausing when he spots a teddy bear sitting amongst his belongings. He scowls and grabs it, squeezing it so hard for a moment that it's a wonder the stuffing doesn't come out. Then he puts it aside and continues looking through his stuff.]
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[A quick change of clothes later, and Richtofen is pacing around his room, speaking into a tape recorder.] Log entry 743156. Date: Unknown. Deeeeeeear diary... It seems as if the teleporter has malfunctioned. I've awoken in what seems to be a communal bedroom. From the looks of it, there are others here, but there's no sign of my teammates! [His voice gets higher on that last bit, almost as if he's failing really badly at pretending to care where they are. He knows they're not here, of course, because if they were, the place would smell more like blood and vodka.
Feel free to interrupt him if you want, or just sit by and eavesdrop.]
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[Later, he can be found wandering the floors of the tower, with a look somewhere between joy and amazement on his face. He seems to have taken a particular liking to floor seventeen, if his laughter is of any indication. He lingers on that floor a bit longer than on the others.]
Setting: 2-04 to begin with, then everywhere else.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Richtofen wakes up in the tower, then decides to explore.
Warnings: Just that Richtofen is insane.
[Richtofen knows something's up the moment he opens his eyes. Not just because he can't move, because that might be a side-effect of the teleportation. No, he's cautious from the get-go because he notices one specific detail about the room he's in...
The power is already on.
Hm.
He sits bolt upright once he's able to move, and looks down at his clothing.] Oh... How quaint. [But he doesn't remember changing...
There's a note. He reads it over, then picks up the second, longer one. Once he's finished reading, he gives a good-natured chuckle.]
How peculiar! [Then he calls out:] You're not fooling anyone, Samantha...
[He discards the notes and turns his attention to his trunk. He opens it, half expecting it to glow and spit out a random weapon, but it's just an ordinary trunk. He rifles through it, pausing when he spots a teddy bear sitting amongst his belongings. He scowls and grabs it, squeezing it so hard for a moment that it's a wonder the stuffing doesn't come out. Then he puts it aside and continues looking through his stuff.]
---
[A quick change of clothes later, and Richtofen is pacing around his room, speaking into a tape recorder.] Log entry 743156. Date: Unknown. Deeeeeeear diary... It seems as if the teleporter has malfunctioned. I've awoken in what seems to be a communal bedroom. From the looks of it, there are others here, but there's no sign of my teammates! [His voice gets higher on that last bit, almost as if he's failing really badly at pretending to care where they are. He knows they're not here, of course, because if they were, the place would smell more like blood and vodka.
Feel free to interrupt him if you want, or just sit by and eavesdrop.]
---
[Later, he can be found wandering the floors of the tower, with a look somewhere between joy and amazement on his face. He seems to have taken a particular liking to floor seventeen, if his laughter is of any indication. He lingers on that floor a bit longer than on the others.]
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[Richtofen's laughter cuts off abruptly when he hears someone speak. He raises his voice to respond.] There is nothing wrong with me, I-
[He turns around, and stops again when he notices an actual person standing there. From the look on his face, he wasn't expecting that. Nevermind, he'll just play it cool, like he knew a person was there all along.]
...I'm just enjoying their screams, aha. [Because that's a normal thing to do.]
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You're comforted by the screams of disembodied people?
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They remind me of home.
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Oh, no! That would be far too artificial.
[He frowns and looks around. The screams and blood are nice, but...]
It would be better if you could actually see the poor little screaming people in here, though. They make such lovely music! [His voice gets higher on the last sentence, and he rolls up onto the balls of his feet, smiling.]
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Where the hell did you come from then that off-kilter screaming is considered a symphony?
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Uh...right. Remind me to never book a vacation there then. [Crazy person.]
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[Oh, don't mind him. He's just imagining you like that, Jin.]
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Funny. Think I'll pass. I'd rather not end up cannon fodder. [So much deadpan.]
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Your loss.
[...But the words are drowned out by a particularly loud screech from some far corner of the room. Richtofen giggles.]
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[The screech was weird mostly for the fact that it came out of nowhere, but Jin just gave it a side glance at where he...assumed, it might be. And he sighed.] Get some help, old man.
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[And then, abruptly, his voice rises to a pitch and volume comparable to that of the scream they just heard.] Respect your elders, Schwein!
[...He does this a lot.]