don't think about all those things you fear

[ex_depaysement502]

Characters: Juliet and open
Setting: all over the tower, all day - feel free to mark the floor if you want
Format: action to start, will follow whatever you want
Summary: another new arrival, another curious soul. however, she has no clue her other self was here.
Warnings: nothing except her being her



[This was one realm to wake up in. She had been in the house, she could have sworn, but maybe she had slept, sleepwalked out. Despite how she had never done so in memory, it could happen. It would explain some things, but not others. A memory wipe again? Not out of the question if she had gone somewhere new. And the collar suggested it. A suppressant, or something controlling her.

No matter. She should be more concerned than she is, but for now she knows all she has to do it find the border and cross, so there is time enough to explore.

An elevator. That, at the least, was familiar, and the stairs were nothing she didn't know how to use.

There is time to explore, and Juliet intends to make the most of it.]

Comments

[clumsyjesus]

[If Juliet stays near the elevator long enough, she will find the doors open and a blond girl coming out of it. Unfortunately, as she walks out, she trips over the small gap between the door and the dormitory floor and falls flat on her face as the elevator door closes] Whooooah!

[ex_depaysement502]

[Oh dear. Juliet offers out a hand to help the poor girl up, she saw that all happen, and she feels bad that she didn't try to catch her.]

Miss, are you injured?

[clumsyjesus]

Oh, me? [She takes Juliet's hand and brushes her clothes, smiling] Oh no-no-no-no, I'm fine! Not a scratch!

I'm sorry that I frightened you like that, though.

[ex_depaysement502]

Please don't be sorry, I'm just happy you're fine!

[tohko_amano]

Tohko came walking down the stairs, having finished a small visit to the library and come back with a book on depression, Peter Pan, The Snow Goose, and The Great Gatsby. While she carried those books, she read Silver, as was so into it that she didn't notice a woman all clad in read walking by. So, Tohko accidentally bumped into the woman.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" She apologized, looking up. "Are you alright?"

[ex_depaysement502]

The bump was unexpected, but she was fine, being lost in thought herself. More and more fanciful ideas about what this places was and where it could be were springing up, and it was nice to have a challenge again.

"Perfectly so. In fact, I'm a bit glad for it, for it means I can compliment your taste in literature."

[tohko_amano]

"Well, that's good to hear..and thank you. These books are pretty de-erm, wonderful, aren't they?" Tohko gushed, chuckling. "Except..maybe for the exception of this." She continued, poking a free finger at the book on depression. "But the rest are all fantastic!"

[ex_depaysement502]

"Psychology is just as wonderful as classic literature. While you can understand the world around you by going out and observing it, people are so radically different that it would take years to identify patterns through observation alone. Books accelerate the process, even if they are merely theories to build off of." She won't ask why there's a book on that specifically, but she'll assume an interest. "Fitzgerald, to change the subject, is an author with such poetry in his words that you feel as though you're there. You'll enjoy it."

[tohko_amano]

"Plus, psychology helps you understand your favorite characters and get into their heads a bit." Tohko pointed out. "And Fitzgerald is delicious, isn't he? His writing has such a snazzy flavor. It's like your drinking a glass of champagne and eating some caviar at a party. Once you eat the caviar, the liquid inside is just delicious. It's as if glory, passion, and flamboyance all lie inside that caviar." Tohko gushed.

Great. Now she was hungry.

[ex_depaysement502]

If there was one way to instantly endear yourself to Juliet, it was metaphors like that. "Exactly! Something high class and just on the edge of attainability, with all the perfection that can be imagined and by its unreality never disappointing! This is why literature is so amazing, and anyone who thinks books aren't worth it is just being an idiot."

[myblueskies]

[Romeo was dragging a bucket of foul smelling chemical mix down the corridor. He was a janitor and he still did his job every day when bad things weren't happening. He was barefoot again, he had managed to outgrow the shoes Elian had given him.

When he saw the woman he grinned at her] Hello miss Grell. [He hadn't seen her in a long while actually, since before mister Roland had disappeared.]

[ex_depaysement502]

[At the name, she twitches ever so slightly, but she musters a smile and a look of innocent confusion.]

Hello, but sorry, do I know you?

[Some days she wondered if it wouldn't have been easier to just revert back to her old name.]

[myblueskies]

[Not being recognised even by people he knew really well was pretty much normal to Romeo, with people disappearing all the time and new people who weren't the old people who were gone coming back.] No miss sorry, I knew another you.

thanks gmail i needed you to eat this notif

[ex_depaysement502]

Ah. [Her smile grew warmer, the phenomenon clicked in her head, and she was no longer on edge.] I hope she didn't leave you with an awful impression of me. Juliet Sutcliffe, at your service.

Bad Gmail

[myblueskies]

No she was nice miss! [Even if she had a strange view of friendship.] It's nice to meet you miss Juliet, I'm Romeo!

[koncubine]

[As Juliet heads towards the elevator, she might want to watch out. A pink-haired woman with what looks like a pair of animal ears on the top of her head is rushing through out of it with an annoyed look on her face. She's not paying too much attention to anyone who gets in her way, so it's either dodge or get run into.]

Geez, why does this tower have to be so tall? I'll never find her at this rate!

[ex_depaysement502]

[She chooses to dodge instead of letting herself get bowled over. But the woman's words are what interested her more than the ears.]

"Her?"

[koncubine]

Ahh, the most wonderful person in the world! The love of my life, my Master!

[She pauses and turns back to Juliet with a grin on her face. What a change in mood.]

She's a short girl with long brown hair and brown eyes. Have you seen her?

[ex_depaysement502]

No, but I can definitely keep an eye out for her! If she is your love, then she must be waiting for you. If I see her, who should I say is looking?

[koncubine]

[She giggles.]

I hope she is! ♥ She has a bad habit of getting into danger, so I can't leave her alone for long.

You can call me Caster. She'll know which one you mean.

Floor 36

[warriorscribe]

*In the shadow of the rest of the tower, implausibly held up by the staircase somehow, Juliet will find a man dressed only in jeans and sandals (and a strange white object attached to the back of his jeans) despite the autumn chill, laying on his stomach, a notebook pinned open with his left elbow and a sheet of paper at his right hand. He's transcribing something from the notebook, if the way he glances at it as he writes is any indication.

He looks up as he hears her approach, and realizes he's obstructing the path onto the floor.* Ah, excuse me...

*He moves aside, even if that takes him out of the direct sunlight.*

[ex_depaysement502]

Sorry if I'm disrupting your work.

[She offers a smile and quickly steps to the other side so she won't be in his way.]

[warriorscribe]

Not at all. *Enoch looked up at the red-haired lady as she passed. She was vaguely familiar... But not one of the faces he caught glimpses of every day. And he was fairly sure he'd seen this face with a very strange weapon before...something that looked many-toothed. Who goes out into the tower without a weapon if they have it?*

...Did you lose your weapon?

[ex_depaysement502]

My weapon? [Then she recalls the words from earlier.] The one the other self had, yes?

[warriorscribe]

Other self-... *Oh. This is...strange. Just like Meridian, but within the same world...* You're not the same as the one I met before, then.