002 || Really Destitute Vacation

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Characters: Jade Strider, and anyone she is likely to bother. Which is everyone.
Setting: The Cafeteria, the Music Room and the Morgue during the day, and nondescript vague locations at night.
Format: Started in action, but it doesn't make a difference to me. Whatever suits your fancy!
Summary: Now that all that shadow, body-swap and no food nonsense is out of the way, Jade's going back to exploring the Tower, and actually trying to shoot her gun. And actually getting into a lot of stupid trouble again. It's the perfect time to yell at her!
Warnings: Jade being stupid, getting stuck in the morgue, the tower at nighttime, gratuitous Beatles jams


[Cafeteria - Floor One]
[Jade was not a hunter, nor a gatherer. The last week of September was pretty difficult for a 13 year old that couldn't quite fend for herself and refused to admit she was having any problems. Thankfully it was only a week, and once October hit, there was food! Which meant she was currently helping herself to a big old breakfast of pumpkin...stuff, in the cafeteria. There was plenty on the table, so there was probably enough for someone else if they wanted something, while she gorged her face.]


[Morgue - Floor 26]
[There was nothing that suspicious here. Though that...might have, been the most suspicious part. Jade was a small kid, and she was stupidly curious and adventurous (it happened when one of your ecto-fathers was a hardened island explorer), so she was in the process of exploring eeeevery little bit of the tower. Which had apparently included the body drawers.

So someone might have come around, rather spotting a small, red-clad child crawling into one of the drawers, or they might hear some banging from one of the closed ones if someone gets close by....]


[Music Room]
[She hadn't gotten to bring her own guitar to the tower, so the music room was where Jade was usually found, aside from the media room. You'd practicaly think she'd moved in there at least; she was currently seated on the seat of the grand organ, with another stool pulled up to use as a foot rest as she used the organ as a back rest and was currently playing the intro from Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart Club Band, and other such Beatles classics.

Come on, what did you really expect.]


[Anywhere in the Tower, Nighttime]
[There was normal exploration, saved for the daytime, and there was working on the fact that Jade had such bad aim it was bullshit. It was probably really stupid to be out at night, but that's where she was anywhere around the Tower, with her rifle in hand and attacking any monsters that creeped by. It was much easier to find them at night after all, and they put up more of a fight.

This is probably a really dumb idea. The weird part was, she was even still wearing her shades when it wasn't complete and total darkness-- they were prescription sunglasses after all. If it was absolutely darkness though, then it didn't really matter, and she might have had them propped up on the top of her head, giving you a glimpse of her weirdly red eyes.]


[Room 1-20 - Locked to England]

[Jade had a fashion sense enough not to wear her stupid God Tier PJs, so she was certainly bothered by the fact that her scarf was still a tattered (though not bloody at least) mess since Sburb.

She had to go back in the network and find the guy who she had asked to fix it, but she did track down his name, and found his name on one of the dorm rooms. Instead of actually wearing the scarf for now, she held it in one hand and knocked on his door with the other, hoping he and only he was around 'cause damn this was gonna be kind of embarrassing.]

Comments

[warriorscribe]

I'm likely from long before he was born. But I wonder how one creates a piece like that...

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Get really bored and a concussion so the room looks like it's on the ceiling?

[FINE ART.]

[warriorscribe]

*Congrats, Jade, you got a laugh out of him.* Are there any of his works on the twenty-second level?

*Because, okay. He has to see this.*

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Hm. Actually I have no idea. That place always bores the shit out of me, it's like a bunch of fuckers I've never heard of making macaroni placemats or finger paintings and then throwing them up with a thousand buck price tag.

[OK not, really. But. You get her point. Whatever it is.]

[warriorscribe]

*In fact he...doesn't get the point because none of that makes sense to him. But he got that she was bored, at least...*

Art bores you?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Yeah, I'm not gonna stand around and watch some starving hobo paint his life on a canvas. That kinda stuff was never my shtick anyway.

[warriorscribe]

*Blank stare. He's pretty sure she doesn't mean one literally watches someone make art in the future, but that's not a great view of art...oh well, everyone has different tastes.*

There is more to art than painting.

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Yeah, if you wanna get prissy and art-teacher-y on me. Fine, paintings bore the shit out of me.

[warriorscribe]

*Well he certainly wasn't trying to be...that, whatever exactly that entailed.* What sort of art interests you?

[reddeadvirtuoso]

I like music?

[The upward inflection is more of her carefully venturing her words than an actual question.]

[warriorscribe]

*A chuckle.* I haven't met someone who doesn't. It's...an art, indeed. I think it's the one with the most direct expression...

[reddeadvirtuoso]

It's the most wicked form of artistry and expression, man. Better than those wonky abstract barfs they hang in museums.

[She makes a small gesture like an air guitar as she speaks, though stops short of actually starting to rock out.]

[warriorscribe]

*Give him a second to...figure that one out. He didn't mishear, did he?*

..."Wicked" will come to mean something good?

*He normally takes weird future usage in stride when he figures them out, but this is weirder than most.*

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[And Jade is quickly learning that most people around here must be from the dark ages of popular culture, jesus christ guys.]

Yes. Wicked is good. So damn good it should be illegal, and in fact may just be in some alternate medieval stasis universe.

[warriorscribe]

*This guy's literally ancient, cut him some slack.

At least he's caught on to the quirk of exaggeration quickly.*

I wonder how that happened...

*The rate the conversation's been going, Jade, he expects some contrived story in response at this point.*

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[Oh you wanted a ridiculous contrived story?]

Probably when the uprising of persecuted witches overthrew the monarchy and installed a new social order.

[She will be happy to oblige.]

[warriorscribe]

*Except that sounds plausible enough that Enoch hesitates before cracking an uneasy smile. Joke, right? The same way you've been joking?*

[reddeadvirtuoso]

Yes, that was a comical exaggeration, you have full permission to laugh.

[With her own small smirk of amusement there.]

[warriorscribe]

*The end result, of course, is a resigned chuckle instead. Enoch is used to this, though Jade's sense of humor is slightly different from Lucifel's - probably the only difference humanity and mortality would make.*

Just one consequence of my point in time.