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towerofanimus2011-09-12 07:16 am
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Characters: Aradia and whoever
Setting: Cafeteria and library, but feel free to assume someone ran into her in the hallway!
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match!
Summary: Aradia decides to test out if ice cream goes better with waffles or pancakes. Because obviously this is a worthwhile scientific pursuit. And then later decides that a little mental adventure might be nice, so she holes up in the library- but feel free to run into her wherever!
Warnings: Possibly language, depending on who joins in.
Okay, so maybe she'd gone a teeny, tiny bit overboard.
Still, staring at the two plates in front of her, Aradia decided that every once in a while, 'overboard' was more than okay by her. On her left a couple of stacks of pancakes around a small mound of ice cream, syrup and a different kind of fruit on each kind. On her right, a single large waffle, ice cream already melting into it, syrup drizzled all over not just the ice cream, but the whipped cream on top as well. Okay, pancakes first, then waffle.
She could totally eat all this, yup.
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Aradia hadn't ever been one much for sitting around reading- after all, why sit and read about adventures when you could go out an have one yourself? But that wasn't to say she didn't enjoy a good story as much as the next troll. Especially when there was a limit to what you could explore, and the number of floors in the tower were definitely that- limiting. It was strange, going from having pretty much all of space and time to explore to having such a small amount of it to wander in- but she supposed it was better than not being able to wander at all.
Still, the itch to do something rash was getting pretty strong, and so in order to resist it, she made her way down to the library, intent on finding something to read to try and stop herself from getting too bored.
Setting: Cafeteria and library, but feel free to assume someone ran into her in the hallway!
Format: Prose to start, but I'll match!
Summary: Aradia decides to test out if ice cream goes better with waffles or pancakes. Because obviously this is a worthwhile scientific pursuit. And then later decides that a little mental adventure might be nice, so she holes up in the library- but feel free to run into her wherever!
Warnings: Possibly language, depending on who joins in.
Okay, so maybe she'd gone a teeny, tiny bit overboard.
Still, staring at the two plates in front of her, Aradia decided that every once in a while, 'overboard' was more than okay by her. On her left a couple of stacks of pancakes around a small mound of ice cream, syrup and a different kind of fruit on each kind. On her right, a single large waffle, ice cream already melting into it, syrup drizzled all over not just the ice cream, but the whipped cream on top as well. Okay, pancakes first, then waffle.
She could totally eat all this, yup.
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Aradia hadn't ever been one much for sitting around reading- after all, why sit and read about adventures when you could go out an have one yourself? But that wasn't to say she didn't enjoy a good story as much as the next troll. Especially when there was a limit to what you could explore, and the number of floors in the tower were definitely that- limiting. It was strange, going from having pretty much all of space and time to explore to having such a small amount of it to wander in- but she supposed it was better than not being able to wander at all.
Still, the itch to do something rash was getting pretty strong, and so in order to resist it, she made her way down to the library, intent on finding something to read to try and stop herself from getting too bored.
(Action 2 --> Library )
He eyes the spines of books as he walks through the next row of shelves, brought here...
"Has it really been three weeks?"
He's spent more time in this tower than that godawful nightmare.
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The voice piped from above his head, where Aradia was settled cross-legged in midair, peering at the tomes on one of the higher shelves, though she promptly flipped herself upside-down to try and be closer to his eye-level.
"Since you got here, or since something else?"
It was a bit nosy, but well- it wasn't like she could have really helped overhearing.