[OPEN] it's your choice if you choose

[thebigsister]

Characters: Eleanor Lamb & YOU!
Setting: Anywhere you want!
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eleanor is, as usual, doing rounds around the Tower.
Warnings: None unless you manage to piss her off?

[You're likely to hear her coming before you see her. Eleanor moves around at a lazy pace, footsteps heavy to match the image of the boots she's wearing. There's something deeply familiar and comforting in moving that way, it reminds her of her Father and his lumbering figure guarding her steps. It's the least she can do, she thinks, considering the suit she was given, to try and share that comfort with the other poor souls stuck in the Tower.

So there she goes, quiet and unhurried, up and down the stairs, sometimes going into the floors, some times passing by without a word.

Just another day in hell, right?]

Comments

[thebigsister]

Not even an instruction booklet? An advertisement spot?

[She's being 100% honest and sincere here.]

[windykind]

[And considering the thing he got it from is a video game, John is 100% honest and sincere here too.]

You would think so, right? Nope! The ad mentioned nothing about this. And we don't even get an instruction booklet. We literally have to write it ourselves.

[thebigsister]

That's rather unfortunate.

[Pause.]

But if you wrote the instruction booklet, wouldn't that mean you made the powers themselves?

[windykind]

No, we just kind of figured out what happened and wrote it down. It's not a real instruction booklet.

[thebigsister]

That's odd, but remarkable of you. It's always nice to know what's going on.

[windykind]

It was my friend Rose's idea. She's kind of an... odd but remarkable person overall.

[thebigsister]

That's nice. It's always important to try and understand what you can or cannot do.