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towerofanimus2012-06-17 06:11 pm
guiltapalooza) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-17 06:11 pm
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❝didn't I try again?❞
Characters Willow (guiltapalooza) and you! OPEN.
Setting: Floor 18 or floor 29.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match if you want prose.
Warnings: Nada.
Summary: Willow tries to cope while half the tower is stuck in the infighting event.
Floor 18
[Willow is looking unusually cagey. This is the study level, with tables and chairs and reference books strewn across it, and usually that kind of setting is comforting in its familiarity to her. But now, with the power crazily on and mostly off over the past few weeks, and half the tower gone, including Eridan? She was left trying to keep it together, and not exactly succeeding.
There's a messenger bag slung across her chest, inside the candy bars she'd found, and a few flashlights she'd made and hadn't handed out yet. Willow shuffles into the room, glances around in rather understandable paranoia, and takes a breath before picking out a table. She sets her bag on it, and sits down.
A moment later she has a half-completed flashlight out and is tinkering with it, a couple completed ones set up to provide light for her to work. They aren't great looking-- made up of cardboard tubing, D cell batteries, and copper wire that she'd scavenged elsewhere-- but they do the job. The power is still so unreliable, and she'd started hearing noises, like dogs barking, down in the dorms. Willow wasn't taking any chances; that's why she was up here.]
Floor 29
[This is the hedge maze, but to someone like Willow, who'd been working on her flying ever since the minute she'd arrived in the tower, that was little more than a minor annoyance. She floats above the hedges and makes her way out into the garden proper, looking for privacy.
After she touches down, she spends a while just wandering around. She needs to stay calm now more than ever, with so much going on, but it's hard. The greenery helps, and she intends to meditate once she finds a nice spot. It's all she can do.]
guiltapalooza) and you! OPEN.Setting: Floor 18 or floor 29.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match if you want prose.
Warnings: Nada.
Summary: Willow tries to cope while half the tower is stuck in the infighting event.
Floor 18
[Willow is looking unusually cagey. This is the study level, with tables and chairs and reference books strewn across it, and usually that kind of setting is comforting in its familiarity to her. But now, with the power crazily on and mostly off over the past few weeks, and half the tower gone, including Eridan? She was left trying to keep it together, and not exactly succeeding.
There's a messenger bag slung across her chest, inside the candy bars she'd found, and a few flashlights she'd made and hadn't handed out yet. Willow shuffles into the room, glances around in rather understandable paranoia, and takes a breath before picking out a table. She sets her bag on it, and sits down.
A moment later she has a half-completed flashlight out and is tinkering with it, a couple completed ones set up to provide light for her to work. They aren't great looking-- made up of cardboard tubing, D cell batteries, and copper wire that she'd scavenged elsewhere-- but they do the job. The power is still so unreliable, and she'd started hearing noises, like dogs barking, down in the dorms. Willow wasn't taking any chances; that's why she was up here.]
Floor 29
[This is the hedge maze, but to someone like Willow, who'd been working on her flying ever since the minute she'd arrived in the tower, that was little more than a minor annoyance. She floats above the hedges and makes her way out into the garden proper, looking for privacy.
After she touches down, she spends a while just wandering around. She needs to stay calm now more than ever, with so much going on, but it's hard. The greenery helps, and she intends to meditate once she finds a nice spot. It's all she can do.]
Floor 18
The man in the odd armor gives the study room's other occupant a nod of acknowledgment - what's interesting about him is the sleek weapon with a beam of light he's using to see by. It doesn't cast its glow very far, but it seems to be somewhat passable in making out the titles of the reference books as he walks around the room, picking up and squinting at the cover of each one.*