intro | open!

[red_tea]

Characters: Sakuya and OPEN
Setting: Around the tower; see options.
Format: [like this]
Summary: just this girl's intro. She decides to get a feel of the place first and try to find people she might know.
Warnings: none yet

[ Option A: Sakuya wakes up in her assigned room, 3-05, shaken. Her first instinct is to get up and simply find who's done this to her. Feeling captured and incapacitated is nothing she'll ever be fond of. It makes her sick. So as soon as the sleep paralysis is over, you can be sure she will be getting right to her feet. If you're in the room with her or just happen to be passing outside, she'll be pointing a knife right at you threateningly and demanding answers. ] Who are you and where am I--? [ A hand will reach to her neck where she feels the violet collar. ] What... what is this? Answer me!

[ Option B: Floor 22, the Gallery. The click, click, click of her boots echo along the hall. If you actually run into her, you may notice that she's... wearing a maid outfit. As if she came straight from a maid cafe. In fact, she blends in quite nicely with this gallery, like something right out of a Victorian novel. She's still on edge, but she can spare you a polite, if somewhat uncertain, nod as she passes you.

If you happen to catch her staring at a painting from her world, she'll strike up a conversation: ] At least they had the culture to save these paintings as well, mm...

[ Option C: Dormitories, later. Sakuya's got a job as a maid! At least that's something that does happen to be familiar. There's just something so calming in cleaning (at least she thinks so). Perhaps it's the repetitiveness of the motion of washing, drying, ironing, and folding fabric. She'll be going to rooms to provide your beds with clean sheets. Even making them for you with perfect hospital corners! But before she enters, of course she'll knock and ask: ] May I enter...?

[ Option D: Floor One, Cafeteria. Just... looking at her oatmeal. Oh come on. This is horrible food! ]

[ Option E: Floor Twenty. So here's one opening to the outside, but for some reasons her flight powers don't work here. With arms folded across her body, she'll simply be gazing at the outside, trying to see if she can spot anything through the clouds. ]

Comments

Option C

[tohko_amano]

[Having finished her library duties and taken some pills, Tohko had finally allowed herself to rest in bed, bundled up with her blankets. Her fever was still bothering her, but at least she didn't feel too sick, and her eyes were still working. She had taken several books from the library for the day, and was reading in bed when she heard the knock on her door. Thankfully, her ears were still working..even if everything was a bit muted. Tohko put the book down, got out of bed, opened the door, and smiled at the maid standing in the threshold.]

Oh, sure! Come right on in. What can I help you with?

[And Tohko sneezed over her shoulder.]

[red_tea]

[ Thankfully, Sakuya has heard about the the illness going around now, so she managed to tie a handkerchief around her mouth for at least some protection. ] I'm here to give you clean sheets and take your old ones away.

Option A

[idkworldruler]

[And of course his luck, being what it is, had just suddenly ran into a cute girl. The main problem here, was that the said girl was pointing a knife at him. So, the poor, gas mask wearing, guy was obviously put off more than just a little. Then again, perhaps his current choice of dress did not help him out at the moment.]

That would be what most people would call, a collar. [He was obviously just being a smart ass. But the guy had just arrived here not too long before her. As such, he was still more than a little perturbed at the change in scenery. Plus, she was pointing a knife at him, that was not going to fly.]

[red_tea]

[ She's in pissed-off mode right about now, so that smart ass-ery doesn't fly over too well with her. ] I know it's a collar. Please tell me why I have one and why I'm here.

b

[justiceerror]

[Why not take a gander at these paintings today? He was bored, as usual, and this seemed like a good plan. If he ran into anyone he might go and have a little fun but.... oh, he spots someone, or rather he hears them first, their boots clicking on the floor.

He goes over to her, nodding at her words.]

Do you think so....? Is it really so important to save such things....?

[red_tea]

[ A small smile. ] If they had the Mona Lisa, I'd be even more impressed but... you could say that art is something I've learned to appreciate recently under the direction of my Mistress.

Option C

[colorfulbrilliance]

[There was silence that met the question. The the sound of someone getting up and very carefully making their way to the door. Meiling was hoping that was just the fever making her hear things but opening the door, her face is one of shock.]

....Sakuya...They got you too...?

[And sadly she is also one of the sick ones, leaning against the wall to keep herself upright. So please excuse the fact her eyes are trying to keep up with her..even though she is standing still]

1/3

[red_tea]

[ At first she doesn't think there's anyone beyond the door. So she takes her, uh, housekeeping keys to open up the room and let herself in with a quite ] Pardon me...

[red_tea]

[ But then she does recognize that voice, and she looks up to see the gatekeeper. She's not sure what to make of it at first. ]

[red_tea]

[ Then both shock and concern cross her features, and she rushes to Meiling's side. ] Meiling...! What--? Tell me what's wrong.

[ The clean sheets are forgotten by the open door. ]

c oh look it's just like home

[septette]

[ Sup. You get a Remilia waddling over to the door in her pajamas, half-asleep and eyes glazed over with sickness.

Oh, and also burned horribly from head to toe. ]

I didn't [ she sneezes ] know this tower had maid services...

[ She doesn't quite seem to realize who she's talking to or what's happening, quite yet. ]

[red_tea]

[ The voice she hears is weak and hurt, and even if it's familiar she doesn't exactly want to place it so that someones she knows. At least not until she actually gets a good look at her. It's not often she sees her Mistress in a state like that, so the shock that comes to her face is understandable. ] My Lady...!

[red_tea]

[ Of course she simply drops what she's doing to kneel before her, being wary of the burned skins as she takes her hand in hers gently. No, she's not used to something like this at all. Her mind immediately kicks into overdrive. Working as a maid here, she has some privileges-- extra sheets, extra tools for cleaning, extra hot water, extra soap, and she can certainly request antiseptics and solvents from the medical wards. She can use this to their advantage. ] It's me, Sakuya. I'm here. What...happened?

[ What Remilia needs a soothing bath for those burns. ]

B

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer snorts at the assertion that the paintings are "culture."]

Sure, these are pretty. The ones on the other end look like shit.

[red_tea]

[ She can understand the snorting. She chalks it up to her un-expertness on these paintings. ] ...I admit I don't full understand all of these paintings' significance.

Option A

[doesnotgetit]

[It figures. One of the few days Hakuno decides to sleep in, to try and sleep away the stuffed feeling in her head and the uncomfortable heat pressing in on her body, she wakes up only moments before being held at knifepoint. Immediately her hands raise in a gesture of surrender, a look of shock on her face.]

You're in the tower! Well. A tower. I don't think it has a name. [She stares warily down at the knife pointed at her, and ever so slowly motions with one of her hands to her own neck, where a collar similar to the one Sakuya is currently wearing is.] And I'm the same as you. A prisoner.

[red_tea]

[ She lowers the knife somewhat, narrowing her eyes still. ] How can I be sure you're telling the truth?

Floor 20

[wrigurun]

[There's the distinct sound of footsteps as Wriggle comes running up the stairs. When she got to the top she doubled over, gasping for breath for a moment before stumbling into the room. She didn't get very far before she fell, gasping and groan and trying to pick herself back up. Maybe she overexerted herself, the cold she had a week or so ago had come back with a vengeance

She managed to shift herself onto her knees and finally saw the figure standing there. Wriggle couldn't help but stop and stare, there was something so familiar about that person and she just couldn't think where from]

[red_tea]

[ Of course Sakuya recognizes her instead. She goes to her quickly, extending a hand, but at the same time looking beyond her to see anything. ] Wriggle...? What are you running from?

Floor 20

[concept_killer]

[Shiki often spends a lot of his time here. It's outdoors and he prefers that sense of...freshness. After years of living outdoors, being stuffed up inside a dormitory wasn't exactly his thing.

But he's not deaf to the things around him, even if he can't exactly see. He twists his head at the approach of someone.]

...I'm not in your way, am I?

[red_tea]

...? [ She was about to just simply shake her head, but then she realized the man couldn't see. ] No, not at all. I'm only looking around this place.

Option B

[nemophila]

Hm?

[Jun had been a bit lost in thought as he was staring at the painting, so someone speaking up caught him slightly off guard.] Yes... I suppose "culture" might be one word for it, though I'd equate our benefactors closer to "barbarians."

[red_tea]

....So I've heard. [ She glances down for a moment. ] We are, ah, experiments to them.

B.

[amant]

There are tricks among the treats.

[As France has no heels in his arsenal (maybe he could borrow some from Francisca...) his approach was less noticeable, but hopefully our new maid wasn't startled. He's not that mean.]

This is pleasant though. Is it from your home then?

[red_tea]

[ Nope, he doesn't startle her, fortunately. She nods to the man. ] The impressionist movement is one of my favorites...