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towerofanimus2012-12-09 05:35 am
glitchinprincess) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-09 05:35 am
Definitely not a "vurp" and definitely not something she wants to taste
Characters: Vanellope and anyone who's willing to talk to a brat with dirty hair!
Setting: First floor cafeteria.
Format: Either or! I'll be starting with action, but I'll follow your lead if you want something else.
Summary: Vanellope has discovered that she has to eat oatmeal and she is not amused.
Warnings: May be vaguely spoilerish if you haven't seen Wreck-It Ralph yet. Also, Vanellope gives inappropriate nicknames.
[This day was already turning out to be way weirder than Vanellope wanted to deal with. The last thing she remembered-- those creepy bugs coming out of the ground, and a crash, and Ralph yelling, and then--
...waking up here, and finding that weird note. Luckily the words were all simple enough for her to understand. Unluckily... the words were all simple enough for her to understand. No way could Sugar Rush have been destroyed! Glitches couldn't leave their game, right? And... and...
But those bugs, A small, nagging voice in the back of her mind whispered. Remember those bugs?
She didn't want to deal with it.
Another thing she didn't want to deal with? The jumpsuits. Uh, hello? Totally not her style! Her hoodie was much better racer material, thank you. She'd changed clothes and grabbed a handful of candy from her trunk ASAP.
Exploring the tower was something she definitely needed to do. She found herself at the bottom floor cafeteria more quickly than she would have thought - idly bringing a piece of licorice up to her lips to chew on, she passes through the doors.
A moment later, just after swallowing, she gags. Both hands fly up to her mouth and she makes a dash for the nearest trash can, jumping up to empty her stomach into it.]
What--?!
[When the vomiting subsides, she hops back down onto the floor and eyes the licorice suspiciously.]
...bad licorice.
[With that, she pops a mint into her mouth. A moment later, she has to jump back up to the edge of the trash can. This is not okay. She's sure she could have some fun with it if it didn't make her stomach hurt so bad... but it does hurt. And it's not just one or two candies. She's trying it out with everything she's got, and the result's the same every time. Finally, she collapses on the ground next to the trash can, her face a little green.]
This really stinks!
Setting: First floor cafeteria.
Format: Either or! I'll be starting with action, but I'll follow your lead if you want something else.
Summary: Vanellope has discovered that she has to eat oatmeal and she is not amused.
Warnings: May be vaguely spoilerish if you haven't seen Wreck-It Ralph yet. Also, Vanellope gives inappropriate nicknames.
[This day was already turning out to be way weirder than Vanellope wanted to deal with. The last thing she remembered-- those creepy bugs coming out of the ground, and a crash, and Ralph yelling, and then--
...waking up here, and finding that weird note. Luckily the words were all simple enough for her to understand. Unluckily... the words were all simple enough for her to understand. No way could Sugar Rush have been destroyed! Glitches couldn't leave their game, right? And... and...
But those bugs, A small, nagging voice in the back of her mind whispered. Remember those bugs?
She didn't want to deal with it.
Another thing she didn't want to deal with? The jumpsuits. Uh, hello? Totally not her style! Her hoodie was much better racer material, thank you. She'd changed clothes and grabbed a handful of candy from her trunk ASAP.
Exploring the tower was something she definitely needed to do. She found herself at the bottom floor cafeteria more quickly than she would have thought - idly bringing a piece of licorice up to her lips to chew on, she passes through the doors.
A moment later, just after swallowing, she gags. Both hands fly up to her mouth and she makes a dash for the nearest trash can, jumping up to empty her stomach into it.]
What--?!
[When the vomiting subsides, she hops back down onto the floor and eyes the licorice suspiciously.]
...bad licorice.
[With that, she pops a mint into her mouth. A moment later, she has to jump back up to the edge of the trash can. This is not okay. She's sure she could have some fun with it if it didn't make her stomach hurt so bad... but it does hurt. And it's not just one or two candies. She's trying it out with everything she's got, and the result's the same every time. Finally, she collapses on the ground next to the trash can, her face a little green.]
This really stinks!
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[She doesn't like being coerced into eating something yucky. If there's some kind of catch to this, she'd rather know about it now... so she can try to find a way around it.]
...horses? There are horse races here? Cool! Are there kart races too?!
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Oh no, they don't have horse races here. Or...at least I don't think so. I'm fairly new myself. But where I'm from I used to race with my brother a little. There might be kart races, but if not it might be possible to make them? I know there's a work shop, so obtaining a kart wouldn't be impossible.
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[She makes a face, but the expression vanishes when she hears about the workshop. At that, she perks up and gives Rose her best puppydog face.]
There's a place like that here?! Will you take me? Please, please?!
[Making things beats eating yucky oatmeal any day of the week.]
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[She's got a little excited spring in her step as she heads for the door.]
So c'mon, c'mon, let's go already! Pleeease?
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Alright, alright. I'm coming.
[[To the stairs!]]
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Race ya there! Last one there's a rotten egg!!
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Because once she's got one, the blonde takes advantage of her flight capabilities, hovering along behind her and gaining ground fast. She doesn't plan on winning, but nothing like giving Vanellope a little friendly competition, right?]]
You're going to have to be a little quicker than that if you want to beat me.
[[Guess who's hovering above you right now, girly?]]
Feel free to ignore this super-late tagback D8
[Whoa there is a PERSON RIGHT ABOVE HER PEOPLE USUALLY DON'T FLY THAT'S SO COOL]
How're you doing that?!
I'm totally quick! I'll show you..!!
[She puts on her best burst of speed. As cool as the flying was, she didn't want to be beaten!]