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towerofanimus2012-07-03 02:13 am
beknightedheroine) wrote in towerofanimus2012-07-03 02:13 am
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Seventh Staff ♞ home again, home again
Characters: Sayaka Miki & the tower at large.
Setting: 1st of the month. Dorm Room 1-05, and then the dorm room of pretty much anyone Sayaka has CR with - and if she can't find you there, she'll look for you elsewhere (so anywhere you want) or come back later to look again. Handwave it to any day shortly after the pod-populace return, and feel free to tag in if you don't have previous CR - she'll talk to you anyway. Because talking helped in the pods, right?
Format: Any.
Summary: Regains suck, but Sayaka says screw feelings, screw being upset over it, she's going to go look into every single person she can remember the name of to see how they're doing after that doozy of a month.
Warnings: Angst in the first half. Ridiculously determined and annoying 14 year olds throughout the whole post.
When she woke up back in room 1-05, like nothing had ever happened - no marks on her, soul gem that intimately familiar state of clouded that she remembers it being from the very first day she arrived - Sayaka just stared at the ceiling. Even the color of it was just a bit different than it was in the pods - just some teensy shade of off-white that was off-er than the other. When she recovered from the daze, Sayaka sat up.
She heard a sound, like something had gotten jarred or rustled from her shifting weight on the bed. Carefully, she turned about on the bed to look at what it might be - and froze.
It was a CD player. A broken one, with several pieces of itself scattered around, along with shards of the last CD it would ever play. The whole mess is covered in blotches of dried blood.
Distantly, Sayaka remembers people mentioning getting 'things from home' before, and she knows exactly what this is.
She hadn't even cried in the pods, though she'd come tremulously close. But this is... this is what gets her. Sayaka attempts to scramble away from the sight in front of her, just ends up falling of off the bed - and there go the waterworks. She bites her tongue rather than make a sound, and presses her palms to her eyes - dammit, dammit, dammit, this isn't the time to lose it, this isn't the place!
She'd eventually shoved the whole mess into her trunk and slammed it shut with a crash, because at least telling herself she didn't care a lick about making noise made her feel a bit better. And it was true. She's got things to do that aren't being sad about obvious attempts to upset her. Things like checking up on everyone.
Setting: 1st of the month. Dorm Room 1-05, and then the dorm room of pretty much anyone Sayaka has CR with - and if she can't find you there, she'll look for you elsewhere (so anywhere you want) or come back later to look again. Handwave it to any day shortly after the pod-populace return, and feel free to tag in if you don't have previous CR - she'll talk to you anyway. Because talking helped in the pods, right?
Format: Any.
Summary: Regains suck, but Sayaka says screw feelings, screw being upset over it, she's going to go look into every single person she can remember the name of to see how they're doing after that doozy of a month.
Warnings: Angst in the first half. Ridiculously determined and annoying 14 year olds throughout the whole post.
When she woke up back in room 1-05, like nothing had ever happened - no marks on her, soul gem that intimately familiar state of clouded that she remembers it being from the very first day she arrived - Sayaka just stared at the ceiling. Even the color of it was just a bit different than it was in the pods - just some teensy shade of off-white that was off-er than the other. When she recovered from the daze, Sayaka sat up.
She heard a sound, like something had gotten jarred or rustled from her shifting weight on the bed. Carefully, she turned about on the bed to look at what it might be - and froze.
It was a CD player. A broken one, with several pieces of itself scattered around, along with shards of the last CD it would ever play. The whole mess is covered in blotches of dried blood.
Distantly, Sayaka remembers people mentioning getting 'things from home' before, and she knows exactly what this is.
She hadn't even cried in the pods, though she'd come tremulously close. But this is... this is what gets her. Sayaka attempts to scramble away from the sight in front of her, just ends up falling of off the bed - and there go the waterworks. She bites her tongue rather than make a sound, and presses her palms to her eyes - dammit, dammit, dammit, this isn't the time to lose it, this isn't the place!
She'd eventually shoved the whole mess into her trunk and slammed it shut with a crash, because at least telling herself she didn't care a lick about making noise made her feel a bit better. And it was true. She's got things to do that aren't being sad about obvious attempts to upset her. Things like checking up on everyone.
((OOC: Feel free to pop in during her freak out over the CD player or be encountered after.))
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[Because the cute hamster hiding out in his hair seems like a much better conversation starter than the messy sewing attempt he's taking a break from. Sup, Ken, the check-up-on-everybody train has come to your station.]
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Um... his name's Featherman Tan. Or just 'Tan'.
[Sh... shut up. ;w; ]