Lambdadelta ☆ Witch of Certainty (
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Characters: Lambdadelta and you!
Setting: Room 1-13, cafeteria, Floors 13, 26
Format: Action tags preferred, but I can match
Summary: A < cute > and < pop > lolita witch wakes up in the tower and tries to make the most of it.
Warnings: Well, playing around in the morgue. Otherwise, just check out my permissions post!
Room 1-13
[Waking in sleep paralysis causes a great distress in Lambdadelta. Was this it? Confirmation everything before this was a delusion, and she was still trapped in her hell? Everything, the love she shared with Bernkastel, having fun and laughing together with everyone in Beatrice's game...was it all just insanity and a means to drive her further into despair?
But, no, soon enough she's able to move, and she does so as soon as she can. What is she wearing? It's awful! She makes a face as she looks down at herself, quickly looking around for something else. This is first priority. She notices the trunk at the end of the bed and opens it, finding her usual pink dress within. After changing, she finally notices the letters.]
Pff, as if! That's funny, so funny I a-almost believed it. Sorry, WRO-ONG! Worlds are destroyed all the time, a witch like the great lady Lambdadelta wouldn't be caught up in it!
[And so she tosses them away, returning to her trunk to inspect. Ah, it's entirely filled with candy. She likes that.]
Cafeteria
[She sits in the cafeteria, staring down at the bowl of oatmeal before her. It doesn't exactly look edible. The look on her face is one of extreme disapproval, complete disgust and indignation.]
Wha-at?! We seriously have to eat this totally gross oatmeal?! …No, I take that back, I seriously have to eat it?! The great Lady Lambdadelta is being degraded to this level?!
[She pokes at it with her spoon, pouting.]
Floor Twenty-Six
[She may look incredibly out of place in the morgue in her bright pink decora lolita dress, but this girl seems quite interested in it. She fiddles with the tools and checks the chambers for bodies, several times pulling one out to closer inspect.]
Is this really what humans do with their dead? What's the point? I don't want to end up sitting around, looking gross like this...when I get home I'll tell Bern she better make sure to eat me right up while I'm still cute...
[Should someone else enter with enough noise to tip her off to their presence, they may be in for a real treat. She'll climb up on the bench with a corpse and wave its arm, turning its head as well and using her magic to make it smile.]
Floor Thirteen
[Lambdadelta sits on the alter at the front of the church, her legs crossed. She plays with a lollipop in her mouth while she reads from the book which was propped up on the alter, before she put it in her lap instead. If anyone comes in, she will immediately begin to watch them, whether they notice it or not. She stares. Grinning and unspeaking.]
Setting: Room 1-13, cafeteria, Floors 13, 26
Format: Action tags preferred, but I can match
Summary: A < cute > and < pop > lolita witch wakes up in the tower and tries to make the most of it.
Warnings: Well, playing around in the morgue. Otherwise, just check out my permissions post!
Room 1-13
[Waking in sleep paralysis causes a great distress in Lambdadelta. Was this it? Confirmation everything before this was a delusion, and she was still trapped in her hell? Everything, the love she shared with Bernkastel, having fun and laughing together with everyone in Beatrice's game...was it all just insanity and a means to drive her further into despair?
But, no, soon enough she's able to move, and she does so as soon as she can. What is she wearing? It's awful! She makes a face as she looks down at herself, quickly looking around for something else. This is first priority. She notices the trunk at the end of the bed and opens it, finding her usual pink dress within. After changing, she finally notices the letters.]
Pff, as if! That's funny, so funny I a-almost believed it. Sorry, WRO-ONG! Worlds are destroyed all the time, a witch like the great lady Lambdadelta wouldn't be caught up in it!
[And so she tosses them away, returning to her trunk to inspect. Ah, it's entirely filled with candy. She likes that.]
Cafeteria
[She sits in the cafeteria, staring down at the bowl of oatmeal before her. It doesn't exactly look edible. The look on her face is one of extreme disapproval, complete disgust and indignation.]
Wha-at?! We seriously have to eat this totally gross oatmeal?! …No, I take that back, I seriously have to eat it?! The great Lady Lambdadelta is being degraded to this level?!
[She pokes at it with her spoon, pouting.]
Floor Twenty-Six
[She may look incredibly out of place in the morgue in her bright pink decora lolita dress, but this girl seems quite interested in it. She fiddles with the tools and checks the chambers for bodies, several times pulling one out to closer inspect.]
Is this really what humans do with their dead? What's the point? I don't want to end up sitting around, looking gross like this...when I get home I'll tell Bern she better make sure to eat me right up while I'm still cute...
[Should someone else enter with enough noise to tip her off to their presence, they may be in for a real treat. She'll climb up on the bench with a corpse and wave its arm, turning its head as well and using her magic to make it smile.]
Floor Thirteen
[Lambdadelta sits on the alter at the front of the church, her legs crossed. She plays with a lollipop in her mouth while she reads from the book which was propped up on the alter, before she put it in her lap instead. If anyone comes in, she will immediately begin to watch them, whether they notice it or not. She stares. Grinning and unspeaking.]
Floor 26
But when he sees the smiling, waving corpse, he stops dead in his tracks.]
Ohh. [He arches an eyebrow, silent for a moment.
Then he begins to laugh.]
Oh, look at you! What an adorable corpse! [He claps his hands, a gleeful smile on his face. He doesn't sound like he's standing face-to-face with a dead person. Rather, he sounds like he's cooing at a particularly endearing baby animal.]
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'Adorable' isn't even the half of it!
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Ahh, and here I was hoping it had actually come to life. [His tone is half warning, half... actually sort of playful.] Be careful, child, or else it might bite you! [He barks out a laugh.]
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[And with that, without her moving it, the corpse opens and closes its mouth, as if biting at the air.]
Bu~ut it's not very strong like this...
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Ja, he does look quite weak. [He glances up at the girl, his eyes partially obscured by the rim of his hat.] How are you doing that?
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[Cafeteria]
It may be a bit hard to stomach, but it's much better than falling ill simply because you refused to eat it.
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But...! The whole thing?! There's no-o way!
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[Like telling a child they need to finish their vegetables before they can have dessert...]
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But I'll totally barf if I eat even a bite!
[And she pounds her fists on the table a bit.]
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Perhaps we can find some sugar to add to it? That should make it a bit more appealing.
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floor 13
(There's actually a moment where she pinches her cheek, but nope, she's very much awake right now.)
So for a few moments she doesn't really care, she just keeps walking, but.. when she's almost at the stairs to go up another floor, she stops for a moment to wave a little at the girl instead without saying a word. ]
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Kids totally need to be more polite, I like that!
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And.. I just thought I'd say hi..
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Floor 26
Jun kind of lingered around the staircase just kind of... being, baffled by what she said, and for whatever reason felt compelled to answer her.]
--Uh... some people need to preserve the bodies, whether it's for an investigation, or so they can bury them to give them a funeral. Others cremate the bodies, or let doctors use the organs for transplant patients...
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An investigation, huh? The people I've seen do that just leave them where they are! Something about preserving the crime scene and respect for the dead. Oh yeah, sometimes they put sheets over them. But only when the smart people are still alive.
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[Was he really having a discussion on criminal investigation right now......]
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[She shrugs] There usually isn't anything left by then when I've watched.
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Some people try to dispose of the body, so there's nothing left... Others don't have time, or they leave the body behind and try to fake evidence so that someone else will take the blame.
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Floor 1
[...Well clearly she does not look okay, genius.]
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What does it look like?
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[...Yeah, he's kinda like that.]
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[banging her spoon on the table...]
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[There's an awkward silence, before he tried to continue.]
Um, at least you can eat normal things now...
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