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towerofanimus2012-12-09 11:36 pm
twentycoolpoints) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-09 11:36 pm
001 - This Isn't Cool At All
Characters: [AU2] Picky Minch and you!
Setting: Room 3-16 and around Dorm block 3, Floors 1 and 6
Format: Action brackets to start, but I'll totally match you!
Summary: Another new arrival wakes up and tries to figure out what's going on.
Warnings: None
Room 3-16 and Dorm
[It's bad enough to not wake up in your own bed, and bad enough that it's freezing. Not being able to move, even just to kick your legs and warm them up, that was really freaky-bad. Even in that short period of paralysis, Picky is starting to work himself up to quite a panicky state. So when it wears off he's up with such a start that he just about flings himself off the bed.]
Aaaagh!
[In the process of getting to his feet he finds the standard Welcome To The Tower note, reads it, and just... stares at it.]
Porky... Porky must've...
[And then it occurs to him that he might not be alone in here. This kind of looked like a dorm room. He folds the note up, wraps his bedding around himself for warmth, and hushes up while trying to take in what's around him. Maybe there's a roommate to have a chat with. Or someone in the hall that'll clue him in further.]
Floor 1, cafeteria
[Oatmeal for breakfast? Picky couldn't object too much. It was hardly his favorite, and it could really use some sugar, but it was hot and he was pretty hungry.
So hey, there's a teenager in a leather jacket, with hair in his eyes, actually kind of enjoying the standard introductory breakfast. And as he eats, he sits back and watches the other people wandering around. Maybe there'll be someone he knows. Maybe someone he can ask more questions to. And heck, some of these people are pretty weird looking. It's probably best to keep an eye out.]
Floor 6, forest
[This place was a tower, right? With lots of levels, right? Why not explore it? Why not check it out? So, pockets full of nutrition bars and head alarmingly free of clues as to the kind of trouble he could be encountering, Picky had explored his way up to the 6th floor. When he saw that it was a forest, that piqued his interest and brought him off the staircase. Sure, it was cold, but he had warm enough clothes on. Maybe there'd be something good out here? Something like...]
Oh, hey! A rabbit!
[There was one, right over there, a snowy white bunny just hopping past. And it didn't even scamper away in fright, like Picky had expected it to. Maybe the animals were friendly here?]
Hey there, Mr. Rabbit. Hey. You hungry? [Slowly approaching, Picky slipped one of the nutrition bars from his pocket and unwrapped it. And then he knelt and extended his hand, offering the end of the bar. The darned things tasted enough like sawdusty oats and spongey nothingness that maybe a rabbit would find them a worthwhile treat. Or something different than grass to nibble on.] Yeah, it's alright. C'mon, have a bite. [Maybe if it went well, he'd have a pet rabbit for himself. Could they keep pets in the dorm? He'd have to check with his roommates, he guessed.
Surely nothing will go wrong, here, and no one will need to step in to help! Or to point and laugh. It's just a rabbit, after all...]
Setting: Room 3-16 and around Dorm block 3, Floors 1 and 6
Format: Action brackets to start, but I'll totally match you!
Summary: Another new arrival wakes up and tries to figure out what's going on.
Warnings: None
Room 3-16 and Dorm
[It's bad enough to not wake up in your own bed, and bad enough that it's freezing. Not being able to move, even just to kick your legs and warm them up, that was really freaky-bad. Even in that short period of paralysis, Picky is starting to work himself up to quite a panicky state. So when it wears off he's up with such a start that he just about flings himself off the bed.]
Aaaagh!
[In the process of getting to his feet he finds the standard Welcome To The Tower note, reads it, and just... stares at it.]
Porky... Porky must've...
[And then it occurs to him that he might not be alone in here. This kind of looked like a dorm room. He folds the note up, wraps his bedding around himself for warmth, and hushes up while trying to take in what's around him. Maybe there's a roommate to have a chat with. Or someone in the hall that'll clue him in further.]
Floor 1, cafeteria
[Oatmeal for breakfast? Picky couldn't object too much. It was hardly his favorite, and it could really use some sugar, but it was hot and he was pretty hungry.
So hey, there's a teenager in a leather jacket, with hair in his eyes, actually kind of enjoying the standard introductory breakfast. And as he eats, he sits back and watches the other people wandering around. Maybe there'll be someone he knows. Maybe someone he can ask more questions to. And heck, some of these people are pretty weird looking. It's probably best to keep an eye out.]
Floor 6, forest
[This place was a tower, right? With lots of levels, right? Why not explore it? Why not check it out? So, pockets full of nutrition bars and head alarmingly free of clues as to the kind of trouble he could be encountering, Picky had explored his way up to the 6th floor. When he saw that it was a forest, that piqued his interest and brought him off the staircase. Sure, it was cold, but he had warm enough clothes on. Maybe there'd be something good out here? Something like...]
Oh, hey! A rabbit!
[There was one, right over there, a snowy white bunny just hopping past. And it didn't even scamper away in fright, like Picky had expected it to. Maybe the animals were friendly here?]
Hey there, Mr. Rabbit. Hey. You hungry? [Slowly approaching, Picky slipped one of the nutrition bars from his pocket and unwrapped it. And then he knelt and extended his hand, offering the end of the bar. The darned things tasted enough like sawdusty oats and spongey nothingness that maybe a rabbit would find them a worthwhile treat. Or something different than grass to nibble on.] Yeah, it's alright. C'mon, have a bite. [Maybe if it went well, he'd have a pet rabbit for himself. Could they keep pets in the dorm? He'd have to check with his roommates, he guessed.
Surely nothing will go wrong, here, and no one will need to step in to help! Or to point and laugh. It's just a rabbit, after all...]
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Porky grits his teeth and rushes for Picky. Despite being as wide as he was, even the human Porky was a surprisingly fast runner if only by accident. He rushes at Picky again and tries to grab hold of his hand to escape. They both had to run away. Neither could deal with a monster deer all that well.]
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Crud, I'm never going anywhere without my bazooka again!
[Yup, yup, and that deer has totally gone all monster-deer and is chasing the two.]
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[He wanted to ask more about it since it sounds legitimately awesome. There's no time for that now, though. Beyond the trees and bushes, the exit's just in sight.]
Yeah, well, next time I'm getting together a bomb or two ready before heading on in here!
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Don't you have robots or mechs or stuff?! You should bring those!
[Aaah, camaraderie in the face of danger and doom. Just a bit closer, and they'll be on the stairs! And Picky will be pounding down them, towards safer territory.]
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[That's a lie. He has both, but he wasn't going to reveal his hand. Not just yet. Even this was a game to Porky. Once close to the exit, Porky leaps in, falls, and rolls down to the edge of the exit before crawling into it. Safety!
He looks back to see if Picky's alright.]
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[Well, true, there wasn't very much of HIS stuff kicking around in his trunk... and this was still no time for protests. They were running, and running, and running more, and... diving to safety!
Picky lands on his feet, stumbles through the exit, then catches himself on the doorframe.]
Phew! I think it's given up. Uh...
[And he looks forward to see if Porky's alright. Because, you know, he's a decent person and all even if his brother is completely terrible.]
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... Didn't think I'd see you here of all places, brother. You alright?
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What, you didn't catch me down in the cafeteria earlier?
[This is not Picky trying to be coy. This is Picky being a confused derp.]
I'm... uh, I'm fine. You?
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[Porky will brush the matter off. There's no reason to talk about the other Pokey. Not just yet. He had bigger fish to fry.]
Fine as I'll ever be. Though really, it's just like me to have to save you.
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[You could cram some more sarcasm into his tone of voice, but it'd take a lot of work. This Picky is a bitter Picky.]
...what do you want, Porky?
[For he was sure that his big brother would never actually help him if there weren't some benefit to it, or if he weren't trying to cover his ass somehow.]
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[This time, without fear of punishment. It was something of a change, but even after these thousands of years, Porky felt a stronger longing for home. His reasons are still mired in selfishness.]
... Growing up didn't change how much of a nerd you were.
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[Oh. And there it was again. Nerd. His teeth clench and his shoulders tense, but he has the good sense to not react how he wants to react. Instead, he turns away and adjusts his jacket.]
I'm still cooler than you.