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towerofanimus2012-10-12 10:38 pm
mostremaining) wrote in towerofanimus2012-10-12 10:38 pm
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Awesome Arrival!
Characters: Gilbert Beilschmidt/Prussia and YOU! Come on in and greet him!
Setting: Room 3-18, the hallway outside it, and the cafeteria. The morning of the 12th.So Gilbert can go nuts over the pumpkin pancakes.
Format: I'm making the post itself in prose, but I'll happily switch to action brackets for the comments if you want it!
Summary: Gilbert arrives in the Tower. Exploration and mayhem ensues.
Warnings: Possibly PG-13 for potential pottymouthing on Gilbert's part. Also, there may be the messy consequences of consuming something other than oatmeal should you let him eat those pumpkin pancakes.STOP HIM!
Room 3-18 + Dorm Hallways
Gilbert's eyes flicked open to an unfamiliar ceiling (after staring at his own ceiling for so long, he'd become quite acquainted with its cracks). He was unable to move to stretch out, but he simply attributed this to being too sleepy. Once the "sleepiness" faded and he was able to move and stretch out, he sat up to find that he was decidedly not in his room. Following an ungainly squawk of shock, he zipped out of bed to investigate it. In the trunk he found two spare outfits, an old sword of his that he'd kept in storage (and the sword belt that went with it), a strange nest... and a yellow, winged friend. "Hey, little guy," he cooed, carefully lifting the bird out of the trunk and placing it in its customary spot on his head. He felt something odd around his neck at this point and discovered the collar with the violet tubing. What the hell was this? It didn't seem to be doing any harm, so Gilbert didn't bother to give it much attention. He could play with it later.
It was then he noticed the two scraps of paper on his bed. He picked up the first one (this one being the one with the instructions on it) and read it over, nodding to himself. Okay, so this at least told him a little about the strange place he'd suddenly been taken to. How hospitable of his captors. Then he picked up the second paper and proceeded to gawk at it. His world had been destroyed, and he had been saved? What kind of hogwash was that? The world was just fine when he'd gone to sleep last night! This had to be some kind of hoax. Besides, in the back of his mind, he always figured that he'd be the first to die when the world ended due to his weak connection to a country. If the world had been destroyed, he'd be way dead by this point. He gave the bird on his head a pat and said, "Come on, little guy, let's go find West. He might be here too."
Following that resolution, he started running up and down the halls of the dormitory, screaming "WEST!" at the top of his lungs, futilely looking for his little brother.
Cafeteria
After a while, Gilbert could no longer ignore the sound of his belly. Following the instructions on that one sheet of paper, he made his way to the cafeteria. He was given the customary oatmeal, and initially Gilbert just shrugged at the offering... and then he saw the pumpkin pancakes. Pancakes! This place couldn't be bad if there were delicious pancakes (even though he saw no maple syrup)! He promptly put a huge stack of pancakes on a plate and decided that perhaps he could eat them with the oatmeal he was given. Completely oblivious to what would happen if he ate the pancakes first (which he would), he made his way to a table with a self-satisfied smirk. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all... maybe.
Setting: Room 3-18, the hallway outside it, and the cafeteria. The morning of the 12th.
Format: I'm making the post itself in prose, but I'll happily switch to action brackets for the comments if you want it!
Summary: Gilbert arrives in the Tower. Exploration and mayhem ensues.
Warnings: Possibly PG-13 for potential pottymouthing on Gilbert's part. Also, there may be the messy consequences of consuming something other than oatmeal should you let him eat those pumpkin pancakes.
Room 3-18 + Dorm Hallways
Gilbert's eyes flicked open to an unfamiliar ceiling (after staring at his own ceiling for so long, he'd become quite acquainted with its cracks). He was unable to move to stretch out, but he simply attributed this to being too sleepy. Once the "sleepiness" faded and he was able to move and stretch out, he sat up to find that he was decidedly not in his room. Following an ungainly squawk of shock, he zipped out of bed to investigate it. In the trunk he found two spare outfits, an old sword of his that he'd kept in storage (and the sword belt that went with it), a strange nest... and a yellow, winged friend. "Hey, little guy," he cooed, carefully lifting the bird out of the trunk and placing it in its customary spot on his head. He felt something odd around his neck at this point and discovered the collar with the violet tubing. What the hell was this? It didn't seem to be doing any harm, so Gilbert didn't bother to give it much attention. He could play with it later.
It was then he noticed the two scraps of paper on his bed. He picked up the first one (this one being the one with the instructions on it) and read it over, nodding to himself. Okay, so this at least told him a little about the strange place he'd suddenly been taken to. How hospitable of his captors. Then he picked up the second paper and proceeded to gawk at it. His world had been destroyed, and he had been saved? What kind of hogwash was that? The world was just fine when he'd gone to sleep last night! This had to be some kind of hoax. Besides, in the back of his mind, he always figured that he'd be the first to die when the world ended due to his weak connection to a country. If the world had been destroyed, he'd be way dead by this point. He gave the bird on his head a pat and said, "Come on, little guy, let's go find West. He might be here too."
Following that resolution, he started running up and down the halls of the dormitory, screaming "WEST!" at the top of his lungs, futilely looking for his little brother.
Cafeteria
After a while, Gilbert could no longer ignore the sound of his belly. Following the instructions on that one sheet of paper, he made his way to the cafeteria. He was given the customary oatmeal, and initially Gilbert just shrugged at the offering... and then he saw the pumpkin pancakes. Pancakes! This place couldn't be bad if there were delicious pancakes (even though he saw no maple syrup)! He promptly put a huge stack of pancakes on a plate and decided that perhaps he could eat them with the oatmeal he was given. Completely oblivious to what would happen if he ate the pancakes first (which he would), he made his way to a table with a self-satisfied smirk. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all... maybe.
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"My name's Wriggle. Wriggle Nightbug," they started, punctuating it with a small nod.
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"By the way, who're you?"
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Wriggle sat back down, rested their head in their hands and waited patiently. It might take a while to sink in but the conversation they had slightly shifted their perception about this place.