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towerofanimus2012-10-03 10:27 pm
reddeadvirtuoso) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-03 10:27 pm
002 || Really Destitute Vacation
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.]
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.
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.]
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When she was invited to, she ducked around England and quickly made her way into the room and out of the hallway, inspecting for any roommates or anyone else that might've been around. Coast seemed to be pretty clear though...]
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England moves to clear the tome of Shakespeare off of his bed and smooth out the sheets so that Jade could sit on the bed if she liked. He, meanwhile, heads to his trunk to put away the book and retrieve his sewing supplies.
Once he meticulously picks out the right shades of green and a suitable needle, England closes the trunk and primly seats himself upon it.
You should always leave the comfier seat for the lady!]
It won't be perfect, but it will be functional.
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Perfection kinda got ruined when it got shredded the first time, so I don't think we have to aim for the gold here. And it's not that hard to make a scarf functional, so you got at least three screw ups I wager.
[Yep she's just laying back looking at the ceiling.]
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He scoffs derisively.] I will not be using any of those allotted screw-ups, thank you. [His sewing is top-notch all right geez!!!
He spreads the scarf out on his lap, getting a closer look at the damage before threading his needle with precision. He knots the end of the thread, and starts in at one end of the scarf.]
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Then praise to you, oh great Lord from Across the Pond.
[She said that really blandly, and lifted her arms up into the air for emphasis, but she didn't mean anything harsh by it. It was simply the natural interaction habits of a Strider.] Don't worry, I can close my eyes and pretend nothing happened if you do.
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Her address makes him cough and sputter with indignity. Hopefully she can't see his red face the way they're configured.] What an absurd title— you're the one across the pond, from my perspective.
[He gives a haughty sniff to counteract the fact that he almost just poked himself with the needle.] That won't be necessary.
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Luckily, she completely fails to notice him almost pricking himself.] 'Sides, I thought it was an awesome title.
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[Nice save.
He'll just be over here sewing grumpily.]
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Then I hereby dub you the great Sewcraft Lord England from Across the Pond, on behalf of the United States of America. [And she even sort of gestures with her hand like she has a sceptre.
Because Democracies can totally do that.]
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He actually has to stop sewing because he is so embarrassed.]
That's not—
I have never met a more ridiculous child.
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Aw come the fuck on, if you're supposed to be the entire thing of England then I'm sure there was someone more ass-crazy than me in the Crusaders or the Hundred Year War or something.
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[He huffs, apparently put-upon by her amusement at his expense.] I'm surprised an American has even heard of the Crusades and the Hundred Years' War.
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[Pretty sure there was a bunch of random pencil marks in the book because of that or something.]