Another new arrival.

[holychord]

Characters: Tear, and anyone who wants to talk to a young lady wearing a blanket dress.
Setting: Room 3-07, or around the third dorm floor.
Format: Any! Starting in prose, but I'll match~
Summary: Tear can't get naked in public. ;A;
Warnings: None yet~



The sleep paralysis had been bad, but seeing what she was wearing when she awoke was even worse. A skin-tight bodysuit that showed off everything was NOT okay. It was absolutely mortifying actually. She climbed out of bed, quickly assembling her bedding into a makeshift toga, then skimmed through the letters she found.

Frowning thoughtfully, she put them away, and found the trunk at the end of her bed. Thankfully, her uniform was resting inside, along with her weapons, and an item that made her blush slightly before she hurriedly closed the lid on it, hoping no one had seen.

Seeing the other beds in the room, she realized it was not an acceptable place to change her clothes, and she slipped out in search of a bathroom or... private closet. Something.

Comments

[warriorscribe]

It's nothing. *Enoch leads the way, then, not doing anything to draw attention to them (aside from them looking the way they look but then, there are people with all sorts of odd clothes in this tower). When they reach them, Enoch nods in the direction of the women's restroom.*

Here we are...I would avoid touching the seats directly if you can. They're metal, and in this weather...

*Awkward advice, but honestly...needed.*

[holychord]

[That is very awkward advice.]

Um... Thank you...

[SUBJECT CHANGE]

Actually, do you know what this place is? I read the letters, but they weren't exactly helpful.

[warriorscribe]

*Better than having newbies find out the painful way.*

This place is called the Tower of Animus. According to our hosts, it's one of many self-contained towers throughout this world, that keep what destroyed our worlds from destroying it.

[holychord]

You know that for sure?

[She frowns. She had assumed the letter was a ploy to get the prisoners to comply. She hadn't really even put any thought into it being real.]

[warriorscribe]

From the one host who doesn't seem dishonest at all. *A sigh.* ...And it's similar to a tower in the world I was born in - one that prevented God from seeing the world below by casting up a veil. I supposed that if one could prevent someone from watching, many could prevent something more.