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towerofanimus2012-12-12 08:33 pm
glowsferatu) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-12 08:33 pm
[OPEN] standing dumb in the light
WHO: Kanaya Maryam and YOU!
WHERE: Dormitory levels
WHAT: Kanaya wakes up, she is not at all fond of her circumstances. And so the Tower receives a glowing alien girl conspicuously and shiveringly sneaking through the hallway.
HOW: Action
[ thirty seconds of sleep paralysis is a hell of an introduction to a new setting. by the time it's worn off, kanaya has found plenty of time to begin panicking. it doesn't look like any memory she's ever had, so the most reasonable explanation is that it must be someone else's. it's a dream bubble, right? it has to be. that doesn't explain the collar. something is wrong here. who put her in this ugly jumpsuit? who would even make such an ugly outfit?
once she's on her feet, she spares a moment to wonder if she should make the bed before deciding that there are bigger problems at hand, and ends up missing her introduction letters in the process. she elects to sneak out into the hallway instead, only to find it's cold. unreasonably cold, especially in this miserable outfit. her best hope is to keep moving, see if the bubble doesn't change if she does, stopping at each corner to peek around it. you never know what you might encounter in these things. ]
WHERE: Dormitory levels
WHAT: Kanaya wakes up, she is not at all fond of her circumstances. And so the Tower receives a glowing alien girl conspicuously and shiveringly sneaking through the hallway.
HOW: Action
[ thirty seconds of sleep paralysis is a hell of an introduction to a new setting. by the time it's worn off, kanaya has found plenty of time to begin panicking. it doesn't look like any memory she's ever had, so the most reasonable explanation is that it must be someone else's. it's a dream bubble, right? it has to be. that doesn't explain the collar. something is wrong here. who put her in this ugly jumpsuit? who would even make such an ugly outfit?
once she's on her feet, she spares a moment to wonder if she should make the bed before deciding that there are bigger problems at hand, and ends up missing her introduction letters in the process. she elects to sneak out into the hallway instead, only to find it's cold. unreasonably cold, especially in this miserable outfit. her best hope is to keep moving, see if the bubble doesn't change if she does, stopping at each corner to peek around it. you never know what you might encounter in these things. ]
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The fuck are you on about?
[He still doesn't approach, looking twice as suspicious as he had been a few seconds ago before it hits him. Bubble. Dreambubble. This Kanaya was new.
He hadn't even realized the other had gone. Had time in the tower really started to blur that much?]
--nevermind.
[Well, if she was new, there was likely little chance of sickness. He can close the gap a little so he doesn't have to shout his throat raw. The closer he gets, the more obvious it becomes that he is very solid and his walk is much more confident than the typical, self-depreciating mutant's stride. When his nose wrinkles in displeasure, a small spiderfang pokes out from his upper lip.
He couldn't be too rough with her. Even if it wasn't his moirail, it was still Kanaya.]
Did you bother to stop and read the welcome letters? I ain't gonna fault you if you didn't, because they're a load of shit, but they give enough of the run-down so I don't have to waste my time doing it.
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all this talk of letters, maybe she should have made the bed after all. maybe she missed something important. ]
I, well, at the time I was under the impression this visit would be short enough that the room I awoke in wouldn't be worth inspecting. It's kind of turned out a little different from initial expectations.
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[He adjusts his coat a little and stops so that they are a short distance away before launching into his spiel with various hand gestures to assist him.]
Welcome to Tower Wonderfuck. Pretty sure they coined it Tower of Animus recently, but that's not really important. What is important is that you're stuck here. Probably helps to think of it like a dreambubble, except you can't get out. There's a bunch of us here, probably some you know and plenty you don't. Like me.
[He gestures to himself.]
Eat the oatmeal, do you collar checkups, and brace yourself for a lot of hoofbeast shit, because they don't play around.
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What is oatmeal, exactly? I have...a somewhat particular diet.