I: Let's rock this joint.

[earthless]

Characters: The Lingering Will & the tower of schmucks (that's you)
Setting: Room 5-02, and then anywhere where it would be especially amusing to notice wait is that somebody in a suit of armor
Format: Starting action, I'll match what you post with.
Summary: The Will is awake, your shit is wrecked room 5-02 is a sitcom waiting to happen
Warnings: I am summarily bad at coming up with warnings, but as nothing jumps out, I would say 'none.'

[Sup, room 5-02, one of your occupants seems to have last went to sleep wearing a suit of armor, from the sight of a ridiculous rabbit-eared helmet resting against a pillow, with the cover pulled up to near their neck.

Oh well actually it seems that sight lasted a total of five seconds, because Sir Armor Clad surged up from the bed in a flurry of dramatically tossed aside covers and the sound of metal in motion.

Seriously what the hell.]


LATER (after getting rid of that bodysuit like a particularly loathsome sack of rocks):

[Huh. That sure is a suit of armor with a violet collar looming around.

Weird.]

Comments

[verismo]

[...Okay, he can talk, great! So, *insert one explanation of the tower minus the destroyed world part since he thinks that it's impossible for a world to die out suddenly*]

...Did you get all that?