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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~.
oh boy oh boy
Her voice cracked on that last word, because WHAT
There's no way there's another body swap happening - and in the first place, Jason wouldn't be able to lay a single finger on freakin' Ruana for any hair brained scheme or other.
roomie drama, the best kind of drama
There were some things that didn't need to be explained.
"But it's your own voice, not hers. If it's a costume, though, then that wig they have on you is reely somefin. It looks like your real hair."
Re: roomie drama, the best kind of drama
Sayaka reaches up to the 'wig,' and gives it a good hard yank - it doesn't budge. To be fair, a strand or so comes out - but that's because that was a real hair or so snapping from the applied force. ..As in what normally happens when hair is pulled on harshly.
"I think it's either stuck on with super super glue or really real."
no subject
Feferi couldn't help wincing in sympathy when Sayaka yanked at that - she didn't know whether or not to call it a wig or not. But with the way some of that hair snapped off? Yeah, that was. Weird. Yeah.
"...or they did. Pardon my language, but what the shit?"