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towerofanimus2012-09-17 04:11 am
gloomyapoplectic) wrote in towerofanimus2012-09-17 04:11 am
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Characters: [AU1] Kanaya Maryam (in [AU1] Karkat's body) and OPEN!
Setting: Room 1-12, Floor 4 (lounge), Floor 10 (aquarium), Floor 12 (space), Floor 19 (research library). Please specify which in the subject line!
Format: Action, but I'll match 'u'
Summary: Kanaya wakes up in her moirail's body and tries to figure out what the fuck is going on.
Warnings: Uncontrollable empathy! If you don't mind specifying your character's emotions in your tags, that would be very helpful to me. (: Also, potential emotion stealing if Kanaya is under too much stress; please specify in your subject line if you are alright with Kanaya absorbing some of your character's emotions! Tags will come fromoutscandaled.
♍Room 1-12; closed to Suzaku (in Jin's body), the Signless (in Ryuho's body), and Akihiko (in Shinjiro's body)
[Kanaya tends to wake up early regardless, since she's used to a diurnal schedule (having been a fugitive that runs during the day and all). Still, something isn't right when she wakes up. Her horns rest differently on the pillow; for that matter, the pillow she's using isn't her favorite brown one.
As she shifts, she notices that she's wearing pants. The confusion seeps in quickly. She throws the covers off, and lo and behold, they're dress pants. Very familiar ones.
Her hands fly up into her hair. Nubby horns.
Her breathing is audibly panicked now, almost to the point of hyperventilation. She scrambles upright and tugs out the front of the suit jacket. Right there, on the breast of it, is the cerulean sign she has become familiar with over the sweeps.
Kanaya curls up immediately, drawing her knees to her chest and burying her fingers in her hair. She isn't looking at anyone; her eyes are wide but unseeing for the moment, as she's too lost in her panic to do much.
She doesn't even think of Karkat's roommates.]
♍Floor 4; open
[After making a post on the network to assess the situation, Kanaya had made her way to the lounge on the fourth floor, as promised. She's seated on one of the large couches closer to the center of the room, and she's made sure to pick one that faces the staircase.
She's picking nervously at Karkat's well-kept talons and fidgeting every so often. Seems she's waiting for the other shoe to drop.]
♍Floor 10; open
[Following her meetings in the lounge, Kanaya ventured upwards, unwilling to chance eating just yet. When she reaches the aquarium floor, she stops. Anyone who finds her here will see Karkat's body staring in unhidden intrigue at the fish as they pass by; occasionally, Kanaya reaches forwards to skim her fingertips across the surface of the suspended water. She doesn't dare to actually dip her hand in.
Mostly because Karkat will kill her if she ruins his suit.]
♍Floor 12; open
[Kanaya doesn't like this floor, but it's inevitable every time that she'll stop on it to watch the destruction of at least a few universes with sad resignation. She eventually takes a seat on the floor against one of the walls, her legs crossed and her shoulders slumped as per her usual habit of having terrible posture. She sits so quietly that someone passing by might not even notice her at first.]
♍Floor 19; open
[After depressing herself on the space floor, Kanaya decides it's best to scour the library on the way up, in the hopes that there will be something pertaining to their situation or how to go about fixing it.
She sits at a table with quite a few books scattered, open, around her, but they're only tangentially relevant at best, seeing as so much of the nonfiction works have been removed. If she steals a glance at you and you happen to look out of sorts (or even if you're just not busy), she'll politely pose a question:] Um, excuse me. I'm aware that this is a somewhat strange question, but-- does that body belong to you?
Setting: Room 1-12, Floor 4 (lounge), Floor 10 (aquarium), Floor 12 (space), Floor 19 (research library). Please specify which in the subject line!
Format: Action, but I'll match 'u'
Summary: Kanaya wakes up in her moirail's body and tries to figure out what the fuck is going on.
Warnings: Uncontrollable empathy! If you don't mind specifying your character's emotions in your tags, that would be very helpful to me. (: Also, potential emotion stealing if Kanaya is under too much stress; please specify in your subject line if you are alright with Kanaya absorbing some of your character's emotions! Tags will come from
outscandaled.♍Room 1-12; closed to Suzaku (in Jin's body), the Signless (in Ryuho's body), and Akihiko (in Shinjiro's body)
[Kanaya tends to wake up early regardless, since she's used to a diurnal schedule (having been a fugitive that runs during the day and all). Still, something isn't right when she wakes up. Her horns rest differently on the pillow; for that matter, the pillow she's using isn't her favorite brown one.
As she shifts, she notices that she's wearing pants. The confusion seeps in quickly. She throws the covers off, and lo and behold, they're dress pants. Very familiar ones.
Her hands fly up into her hair. Nubby horns.
Her breathing is audibly panicked now, almost to the point of hyperventilation. She scrambles upright and tugs out the front of the suit jacket. Right there, on the breast of it, is the cerulean sign she has become familiar with over the sweeps.
Kanaya curls up immediately, drawing her knees to her chest and burying her fingers in her hair. She isn't looking at anyone; her eyes are wide but unseeing for the moment, as she's too lost in her panic to do much.
She doesn't even think of Karkat's roommates.]
♍Floor 4; open
[After making a post on the network to assess the situation, Kanaya had made her way to the lounge on the fourth floor, as promised. She's seated on one of the large couches closer to the center of the room, and she's made sure to pick one that faces the staircase.
She's picking nervously at Karkat's well-kept talons and fidgeting every so often. Seems she's waiting for the other shoe to drop.]
♍Floor 10; open
[Following her meetings in the lounge, Kanaya ventured upwards, unwilling to chance eating just yet. When she reaches the aquarium floor, she stops. Anyone who finds her here will see Karkat's body staring in unhidden intrigue at the fish as they pass by; occasionally, Kanaya reaches forwards to skim her fingertips across the surface of the suspended water. She doesn't dare to actually dip her hand in.
Mostly because Karkat will kill her if she ruins his suit.]
♍Floor 12; open
[Kanaya doesn't like this floor, but it's inevitable every time that she'll stop on it to watch the destruction of at least a few universes with sad resignation. She eventually takes a seat on the floor against one of the walls, her legs crossed and her shoulders slumped as per her usual habit of having terrible posture. She sits so quietly that someone passing by might not even notice her at first.]
♍Floor 19; open
[After depressing herself on the space floor, Kanaya decides it's best to scour the library on the way up, in the hopes that there will be something pertaining to their situation or how to go about fixing it.
She sits at a table with quite a few books scattered, open, around her, but they're only tangentially relevant at best, seeing as so much of the nonfiction works have been removed. If she steals a glance at you and you happen to look out of sorts (or even if you're just not busy), she'll politely pose a question:] Um, excuse me. I'm aware that this is a somewhat strange question, but-- does that body belong to you?
no subject
Kanaya didn't really expect that.
Her hand comes to rest over Karkat's blood pusher, because wow, she really felt that one.
The gesture looks a little odd. She tries to play it off like she was just gesturing to herself instead of being an empathetic freak.] I think it could be worse. At least you are not a murderous high-blooded clown instead of a friendly slam poet that likes meowbeasts.
[Nervous...chuckle......
Making light of your own death and murderer is totally the best way to handle things, right?]
no subject
Yeah, I guess you're right. I could have really gotten some shitty luck and ended up as a spoiled fish princess who doesn't understand what the word no means.