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towerofanimus2012-12-23 04:11 am
seconddaughter) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-23 04:11 am
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also we're building pillow forts, GET IN HERE
Characters: MOMO, you, and special guest star Alby!!
Setting: Floors One, Twenty-Five, and the dorm rooms/Floor Four!! On various dates because I'm a slug -- the first two are backdated to the 13th, while the latter locations are a current event!!
Format: Brackety action, will follow suit with whatever
Summary: Some not-quite-magical-girl who is also mostly not a robot is dropped into a mysterious place. And her little dog, too.Jr's little dog, anyway. You know the drill, man.
Warnings: None anticipated!!
[Floor One: Backdated to 12/13]
[MOMO has eaten some unappetizing things in her life. Never anything downright inedible, except for maybe that one time she accidentally ruined her attempt at pancakes, but she has the same likes and dislikes as anyone else. Usually, she's polite enough to eat what's in front of her even if she doesn't like it, unless you're holding her captive in a small prisoner cell on a remote, heavily guarded asteroid.
But this just isn't one of those cases. MOMO takes one tentative spoonful of the oatmeal and chews it thoughtfully, then inserts the spoon back into the mush with disdain. It's a convincing impression of eating soggy mulch chips, at best.]
Alby, you need to eat, too...
[She glances down at the white chihuahua nestled by her feet, who glances back unhappily. His tail starts going a little when she sets the oatmeal bowl down, but droops when he sticks his nose in and immediately pulls it out. He curls back up at MOMO's feet as she makes a face at her tray; she at least had the insight to grab a nutrition bar, too, but it's unfortunately not doing her much good. If the oatmeal was mulch, the nutrition bar smells like fertilizer. Her senses are too strong to convince her that maybe they aren't edible, because they have enough nutritional value and no other harmful components, but...
MOMO takes a bite of the nutrition bar, and instantly regrets it, but summons all her willpower to swallow it down anyway. She regrets it even more when, after a five-minute period of staring disinterestedly at the remainder, nausea grips her before she has a chance to figure out what to do with herself, and winds up spitting up into a fistful of napkins. She blushes as she glances up slowly, mortified.]
Ohhhh... Wh-What...?
[Floor Ten: Backdated to 12/13]
[After the disaster that was their first meal upon arrival, MOMO, not content with what had been provided, went searching and found the restaurant. Feeling silly for not having realized its existence sooner -- maybe it was supposed to be a secret? -- she gleefully made her way in and requested a seat.
Some half an hour later, she's on the aquarium floor, trying to concentrate as she aims her ether bow into the wall of water. The fish she wants is small, but relatively close to the forefront, so it shouldn't be too hard...
MOMO fires a shot, and misses. The fish in question begins zipping around in a panic, startled by the arrow of energy zooming past it and just barely grazing its fins. Her hands are numb, and she knows it's what's throwing off her aim, but she has to keep trying. A few more arrows sail haphazardly towards the fish as it darts around, and it makes the leap to the other side.
...Never one to let an opportunity slip past, Alby lunges for the fish, knocking it successfully out of midair with his snout. In the process, he skids towards the far water wall and into it, but bursts out a brief moment later with the fish snugly in his teeth.]
Oh, Alby! Good boy, good boy! But... what am I going to do with you? Now you're all wet, and in this cold...
[She grimaces, rubbing her hands together briskly for a moment before reaching down to pat him. MOMO is rewarded with the classic wet-dog-fur-shake, of course.]
Eek!
...Oh, now look what's happened. Maybe we should forget about this whole thing and go try to dry off. We could try and cook the fish instead, couldn't we?
[SOMEONE PLEASE TELL HER WHY THAT IS A BAAAAAAAD IDEA.]
[Floor Four / Dorm Rooms: 12/23]
[As time has gone on, the temperature has done nothing but plummet, and on top of that, everyone is catching the weirdest bug, almost without exception. MOMO isn't especially surprised that she seems to have caught it too, whatever it is, since her system has enough of an affinity to human biology that it's perfectly feasible to get contagious diseases. In her case, this seems to involve being terribly stuffed up and suffering through a scratchy sore throat.
But a simple cold won't stop her, even if it means she can barely breathe through her nose or speak without pain and coughing. It's still ridiculously cold, and that's even less okay than her having a sickness that will surely pass in due time. (Right?) So MOMO has taken to collecting all the pillows and blankets she can find and tossing them in a pile on Floor Four, with the intent of building a pillow fort or two. She's started with whatever she could scrounge up from the infirmary that wasn't in use, leaving a number behind in case of emergency, and has moved on to going door-to-door in the dorms, trying to recruit people to help her out.
If you're in the dorms, you may get a cute little peach girl knocking on your door to trouble you for some spare time or bedding. If you happen upon the mountainscape of white fabric that the fourth floor lounge has turned into, you're welcome to crash in one of the pillow mounds, stow away under one of the sheet tents, snuggle on one of the couches buried in piles of excess, or otherwise ask what the hell she's doing. But hey, everyone loves a sleepover-style fort building endeavor, right? Maybe it could even set the stage for pillow fights later on.
Indulge a cute little girl's well-meaning whims, won't you?]
Setting: Floors One, Twenty-Five, and the dorm rooms/Floor Four!! On various dates because I'm a slug -- the first two are backdated to the 13th, while the latter locations are a current event!!
Format: Brackety action, will follow suit with whatever
Summary: Some not-quite-magical-girl who is also mostly not a robot is dropped into a mysterious place. And her little dog, too.
Warnings: None anticipated!!
[Floor One: Backdated to 12/13]
[MOMO has eaten some unappetizing things in her life. Never anything downright inedible, except for maybe that one time she accidentally ruined her attempt at pancakes, but she has the same likes and dislikes as anyone else. Usually, she's polite enough to eat what's in front of her even if she doesn't like it, unless you're holding her captive in a small prisoner cell on a remote, heavily guarded asteroid.
But this just isn't one of those cases. MOMO takes one tentative spoonful of the oatmeal and chews it thoughtfully, then inserts the spoon back into the mush with disdain. It's a convincing impression of eating soggy mulch chips, at best.]
Alby, you need to eat, too...
[She glances down at the white chihuahua nestled by her feet, who glances back unhappily. His tail starts going a little when she sets the oatmeal bowl down, but droops when he sticks his nose in and immediately pulls it out. He curls back up at MOMO's feet as she makes a face at her tray; she at least had the insight to grab a nutrition bar, too, but it's unfortunately not doing her much good. If the oatmeal was mulch, the nutrition bar smells like fertilizer. Her senses are too strong to convince her that maybe they aren't edible, because they have enough nutritional value and no other harmful components, but...
MOMO takes a bite of the nutrition bar, and instantly regrets it, but summons all her willpower to swallow it down anyway. She regrets it even more when, after a five-minute period of staring disinterestedly at the remainder, nausea grips her before she has a chance to figure out what to do with herself, and winds up spitting up into a fistful of napkins. She blushes as she glances up slowly, mortified.]
Ohhhh... Wh-What...?
[Floor Ten: Backdated to 12/13]
[After the disaster that was their first meal upon arrival, MOMO, not content with what had been provided, went searching and found the restaurant. Feeling silly for not having realized its existence sooner -- maybe it was supposed to be a secret? -- she gleefully made her way in and requested a seat.
Some half an hour later, she's on the aquarium floor, trying to concentrate as she aims her ether bow into the wall of water. The fish she wants is small, but relatively close to the forefront, so it shouldn't be too hard...
MOMO fires a shot, and misses. The fish in question begins zipping around in a panic, startled by the arrow of energy zooming past it and just barely grazing its fins. Her hands are numb, and she knows it's what's throwing off her aim, but she has to keep trying. A few more arrows sail haphazardly towards the fish as it darts around, and it makes the leap to the other side.
...Never one to let an opportunity slip past, Alby lunges for the fish, knocking it successfully out of midair with his snout. In the process, he skids towards the far water wall and into it, but bursts out a brief moment later with the fish snugly in his teeth.]
Oh, Alby! Good boy, good boy! But... what am I going to do with you? Now you're all wet, and in this cold...
[She grimaces, rubbing her hands together briskly for a moment before reaching down to pat him. MOMO is rewarded with the classic wet-dog-fur-shake, of course.]
Eek!
...Oh, now look what's happened. Maybe we should forget about this whole thing and go try to dry off. We could try and cook the fish instead, couldn't we?
[SOMEONE PLEASE TELL HER WHY THAT IS A BAAAAAAAD IDEA.]
[Floor Four / Dorm Rooms: 12/23]
[As time has gone on, the temperature has done nothing but plummet, and on top of that, everyone is catching the weirdest bug, almost without exception. MOMO isn't especially surprised that she seems to have caught it too, whatever it is, since her system has enough of an affinity to human biology that it's perfectly feasible to get contagious diseases. In her case, this seems to involve being terribly stuffed up and suffering through a scratchy sore throat.
But a simple cold won't stop her, even if it means she can barely breathe through her nose or speak without pain and coughing. It's still ridiculously cold, and that's even less okay than her having a sickness that will surely pass in due time. (Right?) So MOMO has taken to collecting all the pillows and blankets she can find and tossing them in a pile on Floor Four, with the intent of building a pillow fort or two. She's started with whatever she could scrounge up from the infirmary that wasn't in use, leaving a number behind in case of emergency, and has moved on to going door-to-door in the dorms, trying to recruit people to help her out.
If you're in the dorms, you may get a cute little peach girl knocking on your door to trouble you for some spare time or bedding. If you happen upon the mountainscape of white fabric that the fourth floor lounge has turned into, you're welcome to crash in one of the pillow mounds, stow away under one of the sheet tents, snuggle on one of the couches buried in piles of excess, or otherwise ask what the hell she's doing. But hey, everyone loves a sleepover-style fort building endeavor, right? Maybe it could even set the stage for pillow fights later on.
Indulge a cute little girl's well-meaning whims, won't you?]
Floor One
Ah, M.O.M.O., it's good to see you again. I know it tastes terrible, but you must eat the oatmeal before you eat anything else. Otherwise, that will happen.
[chaos wouldn't have known about this unless Data clued him in on it a little bit. chaos walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder, to warm her up and make her feel better with his powers.]
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Oh, chaos! Thank you for letting me know. That was a little embarrassing...
[Then his hand is on her shoulder, and she feels comforted, part because of his actual powers and part because it's so, so nice to feel a friend-who-is-basically-also-family supporting her. The smile on her face loses its wryness and becomes much more at ease.]
I'm really glad to see you here, chaos... I was so sure it'd be a long time before we saw each other again!
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[chaos returned the smile, happy to see that she was calming down..and a little sad the she was from a different point in time.]
I am glad to see you as well..however, I have a very important question I need to ask you. What was the last thing that happened to you before you came here? Be as specific as you can.
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Um, well, we stopped Zarathustra from activating, and that caused the UMN to collapse. But we escaped on the Elsa, and then Shion, Jr., and the rest of the crew left to find Lost Jerusalem. The rest of us were all busy rebuilding on the Dammerung until now.
Actually, I was about to ask you the same thing. Are you really thinking...?
[The tipoff, in this case, was that chaos sacrificed himself to send the souls of the Gnosis back to Lost Jerusalem with Nephilim's help, as far as MOMO knows.]
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[chaos listened to her explanation and, in his head, sighed. So this was how her future had turned out. A future where Wilhelm had failed. It was good..but also a bit sad.]
Yes, we are from different points in time, or alternate universes. Before I came here, I was in the bottom of the Elsa as KOS-MOS saved it from burning up in Second Miltia's atmosphere. We had just destroyed Proto Merkabah.
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I didn't even realize that was possible, even when the UMN was functional. Maybe this place has technology that even the UMN couldn't accomplish?
[That could be useful, if so. She neatly files away that little note for later investigation.]
But that also means you're the same chaos I knew, so that makes me really happy!
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[chaos patted her on the head.]
I am happy to hear that. And it is possible that this place has technology that can pull us all here or people that can. However, either way, it does mean that our universe is safe and that we are the same people that we knew.
[chaos grinned at that.]
I am happy to see you again, and even happier knowing that you're the same M.O.M.O. I knew.
Dorm floors
Hello? Can I help you?
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Hello! I was wondering if you would want to help me out in building a [cough] really big pillow fort? I want to help everyone stay warm, so I thought it might be a fun way to do it.
[cough, sniff] If you'd like, I can go down with you and show you what I've put together.
[And hey, pillow fort and blanket cocoon can be synonymous in this case, she supposes. Why not?]
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[Even if it was, she'd be hard-pressed to admit it to someone else anyway.]
Let's go down! Then you can have [cough] all the blankets you need and then some.
[She reaches out to put a hand on the wad of blankets he's wrapped in, eventually looking to wrap an arm around his shoulders and hold him like that as they go. Body heat is indispensable in times of cold, after all.
And cuddling is fun.]Oh. By the way, what's your name? I'm MOMO.
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[He follows, rather shyly.] I'm Chihiro. It's nice to meet you, MOMO-san.
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[LOOK WHO'S COMING DOWN THE STAIRS on her way to delicious nutrition bar land!]
Oh, MOMO...
[Shion made her way to the floor to greet the girl, and her expression was a little somber. No one deserved being held captive in a tower, but she still found it disgusting that they were abducting children as well. She smiled a little though, despite that. She didn't want to worry the girl too much.]
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Shion!! Oh, Shion! I can't believe it's really you!
[Reaching up earnestly for hugs!]
I'm so glad to see you! I thought I was alone, and that it would be much longer before we saw each other again! Oh, but Ziggy and Mommy must be so worried...
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Oh no, you aren't alone here at all! A lot of our friends from home have come. Jr... Allen... and even chaos and KOS-MOS.
But, I wouldn't worry too much about your mother and Ziggy. They know what a capable young lady you've become, so I'm sure they know that they'll see you again soon.
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[She's positively flattered by that comment, too.]
Heehee, thanks, Shion. It means a lot to hear you say that. I hope you're right... I guess I'm just a little worried about them, too. I'm sure they can pick up where I left off and help everyone on the Dammerung for now.
But... [MOMO looks around the room inquisitively for a second, a long, evaluating series of glances that probably afford her a lot more information than one might think. Still, she seems dissatisfied.] Now what do we do, if we're stuck in here?
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[That was the question wasn't it!]
Right now, we're just doing what we can to figure out why we're here. And helping each other out when we need it.
[So basically, surviving and not killing each other was what it boiled down to.]
Floor 10
When he heard her comment about the fish, however, he turned visible in his alternate form and walked over.*
That isn't for the restaurant, is it?
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It was, but I'm not sure it's worth it anymore... It's too cold to sit there all wet like this, and I can't let Alby freeze, either.
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But I know where to get some wood for a fire if you need to warm up.
Floor One
With the way things were in the Tower right now, he only wanted some peace and quiet. Leaving the Compass where it was (nobody in their right mind would dare touch it if they knew what was good for them; just ask Voyager how well that worked out for him), he was heading for the lower floors. At this hour of the day, the cafeteria wast mostly empty, and he could likely find a comfy place to sit and read for a while.
That was when he saw a semi-familiar head of pink hair. ]
I was wondering when you would arrive, Miss Mizrahi.
[ Wilhelm took a seat several seats down from her. He never had anything personal against the Mizrahi family - in fact, one might even go as far as to say he was fond of them - but unfortunately, her parents needed to die in order for her role in the eternal recurrence to be brought to fruition. ]
I had thought you would arrive before Margulis, but I suppose even I can be wrong on occasion.
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She quickly swipes a fresh napkin from the side of her tray with the pretense of wiping her mouth after that little... incident, but it's clear she's trying to hide her shock. And not doing too well with it, judging by how she continues to stare wide-eyed at Wilhelm.]
You can't be... But...
Wh-What is all that supposed to mean? I don't understand what you're saying...
[MOMO sounds guarded; she never realized it before, but know-it-all types suddenly seem a little more annoying.]
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[ He is representative of the Lower Domain's will to live, after all. He quietly listened to her stammering question, head tilting a bit. ]
It means that our universe is now beyond our reach. However, the observant would be able to draw a conclusion different from that which is spoonfed to us by our new benevolent caretakers.
[ He knows she's nervous around him; almost everyone here was, except for maybe KOS-MOS, if only because she is incapable of being nervous around the CEO of Vector, or in general. ]
But you have always been an extraordinary Realian, haven't you? You do not need me to tell you this.