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towerofanimus2012-12-04 08:40 pm
kingofthetoybox) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-04 08:40 pm
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Characters: Porky and YOU!
Setting: Room 3-02
Format: I'm fine with whatever.
Summary: The Pig King arrives.
3-02
The Pig King found no solace even in sleep. He dreamed, but he prefers not to. All he could dream about is being back home again in his own time period. No matter how much his body aged, his mind hadn't. His brain was still back in 199X of Eagleland where his journey first began. That place is the source of his outrage and nostalgia.
He stirs and wakes up, hardly noticing the paralysis. His body doesn't respond as quickly anymore to his mental signals. The old man lies there, taking in the sights. Not that those sights are anything impressive, mind you. It's only unexpected. He's out of the Absolute Safety Capsule and in unfamiliar territory.
So this is the end of the world. Kinda dull.
The old man lies there, still breathing heavily. To any on-lookers, he's quite alive and that much is clear. He isn't doing anything, however. Talk?
Floor Fourteen
"... I don't even know what I'm playing."
Porky, a blonde-haired, well-dressed, portly kid, is sitting on the couch trying to make sense of the game in front of him. It's a... platformer? A shooter? He doesn't know, but goddamn if he's not going to try and win. As he plays, televisions nearby that aren't currently being used flicker on by themselves. A face from within stares at the child and anybody else who might be near. Porky doesn't notice, though. This damn game is going to be the death of him.
Cafeteria
After a rousing game of... whatever... Porky is scarfing down oatmeal in the cafeteria. Apparently, that's all he can eat as a first-timer. His face is less than satisfied. He never cared much for oatmeal. Too watery, all in all, and no matter how much sugar he would add, the taste hardly changes. Fortunately, there wasn't any sugar to begin with.
Setting: Room 3-02
Format: I'm fine with whatever.
Summary: The Pig King arrives.
3-02
The Pig King found no solace even in sleep. He dreamed, but he prefers not to. All he could dream about is being back home again in his own time period. No matter how much his body aged, his mind hadn't. His brain was still back in 199X of Eagleland where his journey first began. That place is the source of his outrage and nostalgia.
He stirs and wakes up, hardly noticing the paralysis. His body doesn't respond as quickly anymore to his mental signals. The old man lies there, taking in the sights. Not that those sights are anything impressive, mind you. It's only unexpected. He's out of the Absolute Safety Capsule and in unfamiliar territory.
So this is the end of the world. Kinda dull.
The old man lies there, still breathing heavily. To any on-lookers, he's quite alive and that much is clear. He isn't doing anything, however. Talk?
Floor Fourteen
"... I don't even know what I'm playing."
Porky, a blonde-haired, well-dressed, portly kid, is sitting on the couch trying to make sense of the game in front of him. It's a... platformer? A shooter? He doesn't know, but goddamn if he's not going to try and win. As he plays, televisions nearby that aren't currently being used flicker on by themselves. A face from within stares at the child and anybody else who might be near. Porky doesn't notice, though. This damn game is going to be the death of him.
Cafeteria
After a rousing game of... whatever... Porky is scarfing down oatmeal in the cafeteria. Apparently, that's all he can eat as a first-timer. His face is less than satisfied. He never cared much for oatmeal. Too watery, all in all, and no matter how much sugar he would add, the taste hardly changes. Fortunately, there wasn't any sugar to begin with.
cafeteria
"Heeeey! Is this seat taken?"
Re: cafeteria
Porky looks up from his oatmeal and sees the familiar girl.
"No, go ahead if you want to take it. It's a free Tower." For now.
Re: cafeteria
She plops her butt down in the chair and dumps the mass of nutrient bars on the table. She takes and unwraps one of them. A pale jaw peeks out from underneath the bag as she shoves the entire bar into her mouth.