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towerofanimus2012-10-10 09:06 am
beknightedheroine) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-10 09:06 am
Fourteenth Staff ♞ resumption after a weak cadence
Characters: Sayaka and your name here.
Setting: You can interrupt her when she's still in room 1-05, some vaguely-located part of the staircase,
Format: Prose is my preference, but I will match you.
Summary: Backdated to the morning of the tenth. Sayaka's back from her destroyed world, woke up in costume - and is pretty much sick of the tower's bullshit.
Warnings: Angry teenagers trying to ignore recent traumatic experiences. Also, she's currently dressed up like a spitting image of Ruana in her red-and-black outfit from week 3 from infighting, so that's fun/might lead to a flinch-worthy moment or two.
She'd never gone 'back' before.
Sayaka had heard enough about what it was like, she'd looked through those viewfinders on floor five before - but knowing or distantly seeing (and immediately dismissing) isn't the same as living.
Now that she's back in her room in the tower, rather than the desiccated wreck of her room at home... she turns her head every which-way, drinking in the uniform sterility that pervades every floor, and the not-so-much uniform personal touches brought about by her and her roommates from the long months of residence. It looks like they gained a fourth person in the room while she was gone.
How long was she gone? She's never had any particular skill at gauging long amounts of time, though she's pretty sure time spent, uh, outside the tower works on the same linear scale as time in it.
When she actually stands up to leave, Sayaka half expects something from under the bed to snatch at her ankles - that was what happened the last morning before she'd... disappeared, right? - but nothing does. Well, that's progress.
Then her overwhelming disorientation fades enough to realizes there's blond hair hanging in her face.
"...What's with this outfit...?"
When she pulls on the new hair, she realizes it feels distinctly fake (like a wig?) but that it won't come off.
..Typical, really. It's not long after that she finds the pumpkin, and it's with an air of exasperation that Sayaka greets the rest of the tower, to hunt...
...candies. This is just so stupid, and it's impossible for it not to have some deeper 'awful twist' - but really, why - should - she - care?!
Storming down stairs two at a time, Sayaka nearly just kicks the first piece she finds rather than pick it up. This is so dumb, and it doesn't even matter. She's done this song and dance. Strange things happen, then it gets worse, then people die - then they're back! Then it all just happens again!
"Don't they ever get bored?!"
Similar grumblings can be heard as she descends the floors of the tower, not terribly trying too hard to look for candy - but as it's currently in ample amounts and it's early in the day, she's ~pretty darn unconcerned~.
And Sayaka became a real Yolo that day.
Setting: You can interrupt her when she's still in room 1-05, some vaguely-located part of the staircase,
Format: Prose is my preference, but I will match you.
Summary: Backdated to the morning of the tenth. Sayaka's back from her destroyed world, woke up in costume - and is pretty much sick of the tower's bullshit.
Warnings: Angry teenagers trying to ignore recent traumatic experiences. Also, she's currently dressed up like a spitting image of Ruana in her red-and-black outfit from week 3 from infighting, so that's fun/might lead to a flinch-worthy moment or two.
She'd never gone 'back' before.
Sayaka had heard enough about what it was like, she'd looked through those viewfinders on floor five before - but knowing or distantly seeing (and immediately dismissing) isn't the same as living.
Now that she's back in her room in the tower, rather than the desiccated wreck of her room at home... she turns her head every which-way, drinking in the uniform sterility that pervades every floor, and the not-so-much uniform personal touches brought about by her and her roommates from the long months of residence. It looks like they gained a fourth person in the room while she was gone.
How long was she gone? She's never had any particular skill at gauging long amounts of time, though she's pretty sure time spent, uh, outside the tower works on the same linear scale as time in it.
When she actually stands up to leave, Sayaka half expects something from under the bed to snatch at her ankles - that was what happened the last morning before she'd... disappeared, right? - but nothing does. Well, that's progress.
Then her overwhelming disorientation fades enough to realizes there's blond hair hanging in her face.
"...What's with this outfit...?"
When she pulls on the new hair, she realizes it feels distinctly fake (like a wig?) but that it won't come off.
..Typical, really. It's not long after that she finds the pumpkin, and it's with an air of exasperation that Sayaka greets the rest of the tower, to hunt...
...candies. This is just so stupid, and it's impossible for it not to have some deeper 'awful twist' - but really, why - should - she - care?!
Storming down stairs two at a time, Sayaka nearly just kicks the first piece she finds rather than pick it up. This is so dumb, and it doesn't even matter. She's done this song and dance. Strange things happen, then it gets worse, then people die - then they're back! Then it all just happens again!
"Don't they ever get bored?!"
Similar grumblings can be heard as she descends the floors of the tower, not terribly trying too hard to look for candy - but as it's currently in ample amounts and it's early in the day, she's ~pretty darn unconcerned~.
cafeteria
For one, ze's still wearing the white jumpsuit.
For another, ze's willingly eating the oatmeal. Ze seems to be 0kay with it, despite the oatmeal being the oatmeal. Ze seems to be 0kay with being in the tower, too.
Ze hasn't noticed Sayaka though, and isn't exactly eating in a human fashion either. Ze is bent over the oatmeal bowl and is licking at it, very much like a cat.
Welp.]
Re:
[Sayaka hops up to sit on the table rather than the seats proper - the pumpkin she's carrying clatters a bit as a consequence, and she has to move fast to prevent a spill as a piece or so of candy threaten to fall out.
Then she sees she accidentally put herself in awkward potential conversation range of someone hunched unnaturally over their oatmeal, licking daintily at the gross stuff. ..and they're wearing the jumpsuit. It looks like they got another weird one this time.]
Uuuhmmm. I can show you where the spoons are, if you missed 'em.
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No, thank you, I-
[...
Oh.
Oh shit. Kyuubey's thoughts screech to a total halt as ze beholds...one of the many people who ze shouldn't have allowed to contract.
And now zir eyes are leaking. Awesome.] A-ah...
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...Tell me you're not crying because you've met me somewhere before. There's just no way.
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...Ze looks away, unable to meet Sayaka's eyes anymore. Guilt again.]
... I'm sorry.