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towerofanimus2012-12-08 07:27 pm
sageprincess) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-08 07:27 pm
Minuet ♪ Moving
Characters: Zelda and you!
Setting: Floor 3 or 19, Floor 25, Floor 14, and Floor 32
Format: Starting with action - I'll follow you!
Summary: The Princess of Hyrule going about her days while trying not to freeze to death.
Warning:Sexual confusion? None yet.
Floor 3 or 19
[The libraries might as well have become a second home for Zelda with all the time she has spent there recently. Ever since Ruana (and to a lesser extent, Dax) took to the network, she has been pouring over book after book, network post after network post, trying to make sense of the things she said. Of course, any success is limited at best, and for the most part, the only fruit of her labor thus far has been a stack of notes with more questions than answers contained within.
Still, the search gives her focus and drive - things she had been terribly lacking in since... the end of June, really. And perhaps that's the most valuable thing Ruana gave her that day - not information, but a will to do more than merely endure.
In any case, if you're looking for one long-eared princess, you are most likely to find her here, surrounded by her books and notes.]
Floor 25 (Forbow_of_the_galadhrim and maybe friends?)
[Of course, that is not to say she does nothing else with her time. Sometime before the chaos of October and everything else, Legolas said the elven swords he was having crafted for her were ready, and they could begin training. Sure, it's cold now and getting colder, but it's peaceful for the moment (well, for some definition of peaceful), and she needs to learn eventually.
So, looking more like a pirate than a princess in Tetra's mother's (her descendant's?) long coat and her hair tied up in a ribbon, she waits on the meadow floor for the Prince of Mirkwood. At least there's no snow on this floor.]
Floor 14
[And sometimes even she needs a break, though loathe she is to admit it. She doesn't frequent the media floor often - even after nearly a year's time in the Tower, most of the technology there is beyond her. But she does know how one piece of electronic machinery works (though don't ask her what it's called), thanks to a girl who's long since vanished from the tower walls. And it's that piece of machinery that's currently serenading her with the sounds of a certain British classic rock band as she curls up on a couch nearby, wrapped in the fluffy comforter she got as a "prize" for participating in Halloween's "game".
Pass by at just the right moment, and she might even appear to be asleep. Even back in Hyrule, music was always there to provide a temporary escape from life's hardships, and it's so easy to get lost in it...]
Floor 32
[And sometimes, given the high levels of stress inherent to the situation, it is necessary to take "taking a break" a little further.
Look up into the trees on the forest floor, and you might see a blur of blue and grey hopping from branch to branch, disturbing and sprinkling the snow that's accumulated there in its wake.
Investigate?]
(Responses for the last prompt will mostly come fromsagesurvivor.)
Setting: Floor 3 or 19, Floor 25, Floor 14, and Floor 32
Format: Starting with action - I'll follow you!
Summary: The Princess of Hyrule going about her days while trying not to freeze to death.
Warning:
Floor 3 or 19
[The libraries might as well have become a second home for Zelda with all the time she has spent there recently. Ever since Ruana (and to a lesser extent, Dax) took to the network, she has been pouring over book after book, network post after network post, trying to make sense of the things she said. Of course, any success is limited at best, and for the most part, the only fruit of her labor thus far has been a stack of notes with more questions than answers contained within.
Still, the search gives her focus and drive - things she had been terribly lacking in since... the end of June, really. And perhaps that's the most valuable thing Ruana gave her that day - not information, but a will to do more than merely endure.
In any case, if you're looking for one long-eared princess, you are most likely to find her here, surrounded by her books and notes.]
Floor 25 (For
bow_of_the_galadhrim and maybe friends?)[Of course, that is not to say she does nothing else with her time. Sometime before the chaos of October and everything else, Legolas said the elven swords he was having crafted for her were ready, and they could begin training. Sure, it's cold now and getting colder, but it's peaceful for the moment (well, for some definition of peaceful), and she needs to learn eventually.
So, looking more like a pirate than a princess in Tetra's mother's (her descendant's?) long coat and her hair tied up in a ribbon, she waits on the meadow floor for the Prince of Mirkwood. At least there's no snow on this floor.]
Floor 14
[And sometimes even she needs a break, though loathe she is to admit it. She doesn't frequent the media floor often - even after nearly a year's time in the Tower, most of the technology there is beyond her. But she does know how one piece of electronic machinery works (though don't ask her what it's called), thanks to a girl who's long since vanished from the tower walls. And it's that piece of machinery that's currently serenading her with the sounds of a certain British classic rock band as she curls up on a couch nearby, wrapped in the fluffy comforter she got as a "prize" for participating in Halloween's "game".
Pass by at just the right moment, and she might even appear to be asleep. Even back in Hyrule, music was always there to provide a temporary escape from life's hardships, and it's so easy to get lost in it...]
Floor 32
[And sometimes, given the high levels of stress inherent to the situation, it is necessary to take "taking a break" a little further.
Look up into the trees on the forest floor, and you might see a blur of blue and grey hopping from branch to branch, disturbing and sprinkling the snow that's accumulated there in its wake.
Investigate?]
(Responses for the last prompt will mostly come from
sagesurvivor.)
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Is it me, or do the admins in this place hate each other?
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[Something in her expression closes off then, as though she must distance herself from the conversation.]
Be thankful they have not yet drawn you into their petty squabbles.
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[He gives a mirthless chuckle that somewhat resembles a snort.]
Something tells me they weren't fighting for the right to take you out for dinner either.
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Some months ago, they took around 60 of us from the Tower proper to participate in a 'competition' for the purpose of seeing which one of the adult males was best at being in charge of the Tower. We were divided into three groups, each assigned to a different administrator who could control very nearly everything we did for the length of the month.
... I will leave it to your imagination to understand the implications of that.
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[Not much really, but considering the alternatives...]
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And what stopped them in the end? I assume Jason didn't win?
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[Her words are simple, her tone, detached. She doesn't really like talking in detail about what happened, but she will if he asks.]
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[Though, daily life outside of the experiments didn't seem that bad right now.]
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But I suppose it did not matter much, anyway. The competition was ultimately to decide who would be in charge for the single month. Then the cycle would continue on.
[All that suffering for a single month...]
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Don't they all take turns anyway?
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[The only reason she can be so calm about the pointlessness of it all is because she has already spent her emotion on the subject. Now, all that's left to remember is a melancholy void.]
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[He just wants some way of making sense of it all.]
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[If only making sense of it all were so easy.]
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[He was still angry, but at least he could excuse it just a little.]
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[She... can't, so much. Not after what she saw.]
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[He's still curious, but he tries not to ask for any more details.]
Then, how do you tell whose month is whose? Besides the messages that might pop up?
[He tries to switch to a lighter topic.]
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The cafeteria is usually a good indicator. Dax usually stocks it well, with a variety of healthy foods at our disposal. Jason, as you have no doubt noticed, is... utilitarian, and sees no point in giving us anything beyond the bare minimum. Riki usually gives some variety, but... sometimes there is risk involved if you do not know exactly what you are eating. He served us poisonous fish after his victory.
Aside from that, Dax has told us that Jason always follows him. Like the calm before the storm, in a way.
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Wait a second. I came here around September. We had two Jason months, one Dax month, and one Ruana month. August should have been a Dax month since it was before Jason's month, so that makes two Dax months. But if that's the case, where did Riki go?
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