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towerofanimus2012-08-13 12:32 pm
immortalia) wrote in towerofanimus2012-08-13 12:32 pm
Entry tags:
[open] waking up in a strange world...
Characters: Sertoria Cani/CXEV5001 and YOU.
Setting: Room 3-05, staircase, library, and then floor one.
Format: Prose, though I can roll with what you do.
Summary: Sertoria wakes up and is...promptly in the middle of what's going on in the tower.
Warnings: None yet. Will update if there are any!
Room 3-05
Sertoria went to "sleep" the previous night tucked away in her bed, expecting to wake up back on Quaeda, but that was evidently not the case as she "awoke" without feeling her headset or her--
Crap.
Immediately, she bolted up in her bed and tossed away the sheets looking for her restraints. She looked through the items in the room and eventually found her trunk. She scattered the items until she found the familiar bracelets and necklace.
"There you are," came the cold, mechanical voice as she soon placed the restraints on her neck and her bracelets before sighing. How long were they off for and why were they taken from her person? Surely, she couldn't be with her creators, right? So, then, maybe Drusilla was playing a cruel trick on her. Then again, she had to be cautious in case if they were here.
"...Running scan of potential lifeforms in the vicinity. Results: Many. Objective: Search, investigate and execute necessary commands."
Well, with that out of the way, she rummaged through the other things in her trunk to begin placing her weapons in her body as well as attach her headset and visor to her eyes once more. Hopefully her roommates didn't mind the mess.
Staircase
Now that she was properly outfitted with the choice of weapons she was given, Sertoria set forth to investigate her surroundings with her eyes covered by her visor. Sure, her optic sensors could do the same work, but they did not perform as well as her visor did. Thus, it got preferential treatment in the end.
"Current lifeforms in the area: Many. Objective: Shift to investigation mode. Execute necessary actions if need be."
Again came the cold, emotionless voice. Odd how she had it, huh?
Library
Throughout her wandering, Sertoria came upon the library and saw many people surrounding the terminals that were there and she wondered just what was going on. So, if you're around, she'll tap you on the shoulder and smile thinly.
"Query: What is happening? Why are so many lifeforms around?"
Floor One
After she was told what was going on, Sertoria switched into her combat ready mode. If there were people who weren't able to walk or run, she offered to carry them. Then, when she was sure that people were safe, she decided to scan to see just what the threat currently was.
Inside, she hoped that whatever was going on wasn't serious. She did like having her vacation, after all.
Setting: Room 3-05, staircase, library, and then floor one.
Format: Prose, though I can roll with what you do.
Summary: Sertoria wakes up and is...promptly in the middle of what's going on in the tower.
Warnings: None yet. Will update if there are any!
Room 3-05
Sertoria went to "sleep" the previous night tucked away in her bed, expecting to wake up back on Quaeda, but that was evidently not the case as she "awoke" without feeling her headset or her--
Crap.
Immediately, she bolted up in her bed and tossed away the sheets looking for her restraints. She looked through the items in the room and eventually found her trunk. She scattered the items until she found the familiar bracelets and necklace.
"There you are," came the cold, mechanical voice as she soon placed the restraints on her neck and her bracelets before sighing. How long were they off for and why were they taken from her person? Surely, she couldn't be with her creators, right? So, then, maybe Drusilla was playing a cruel trick on her. Then again, she had to be cautious in case if they were here.
"...Running scan of potential lifeforms in the vicinity. Results: Many. Objective: Search, investigate and execute necessary commands."
Well, with that out of the way, she rummaged through the other things in her trunk to begin placing her weapons in her body as well as attach her headset and visor to her eyes once more. Hopefully her roommates didn't mind the mess.
Staircase
Now that she was properly outfitted with the choice of weapons she was given, Sertoria set forth to investigate her surroundings with her eyes covered by her visor. Sure, her optic sensors could do the same work, but they did not perform as well as her visor did. Thus, it got preferential treatment in the end.
"Current lifeforms in the area: Many. Objective: Shift to investigation mode. Execute necessary actions if need be."
Again came the cold, emotionless voice. Odd how she had it, huh?
Library
Throughout her wandering, Sertoria came upon the library and saw many people surrounding the terminals that were there and she wondered just what was going on. So, if you're around, she'll tap you on the shoulder and smile thinly.
"Query: What is happening? Why are so many lifeforms around?"
Floor One
After she was told what was going on, Sertoria switched into her combat ready mode. If there were people who weren't able to walk or run, she offered to carry them. Then, when she was sure that people were safe, she decided to scan to see just what the threat currently was.
Inside, she hoped that whatever was going on wasn't serious. She did like having her vacation, after all.
Room 3-05
And that's why, Sertoria, one of your roommates is politely attempting to sort the mess into neat little piles out of the way. Once Sertoria is away from her trunk, she has every intention of putting the pieces of stuff back in.
After all, she is a servant girl. This is kind of A Thing for her.
no subject
"Allow me to help."
Like that, Sertoria stood up and went to place things back in the trunks and cleaned up the mess she made in her wake.
no subject
it isn't like there was anything I could do with my voice anyway
-but it's easier this way, easier keeping to the old habits rather than trying to change, and eventually the note is written up:
"Please don't trouble yourself. I was a servant back home, so this is not an issue for me."