you do not know the first note of the music that moves me [open]

[colonial]

Characters: America, open
Setting: January 13; a few places around the Tower
Format: I'll match you
Summary: America now believes he's been in the Tower for 250 years. He is a little different now.
Warnings: America is very fickle while evented and may attempt to hurt your character if you make him mad/for amusement; a lot of these options are him doing just that

A; staircases (let me know what floor you land on if you land on a floor)
[America is bored. This happens a lot, actually--he's worn through all manner of entertainment in two hundred and fifty years, played until his toys wore out and broke, and his search for distraction and games has come down to making his own fun. This isn't something he didn't do at home (oh, but he can hardly remember any home but the Tower anymore...), but now it's taken on a bit more sinister bent.

People are always fun to talk to and play with. Getting reactions out of people is always fun. People falling is funny.

Pushing people down the stairs, then, is a good way to get all of that at once! Unless you're someone he likes, someone England likes, a frequent playmate, or someone he's learned is likely to kill him without blinking, you're about to get shoved pretty hard.

If you are one of those people, help him/stop him/roll your eyes at him?]


B; Floor Thirty-Four
[America isn't on the floor himself--rather, he's looking out at it. He's thrown a very old-looking stuffed toy onto the floor, however, and he's watching and listening carefully for people to come by. When they do, and they're not someone he likes or has learned not to mess with, then the crocodile tears start.]

H-hey! Hey, can you help me? My toy... [He points mournfully at the stuffed animal.] The wind blew it all the way over there!

[He knows some people can get out and back without succumbing to the urge to fall off and some can't. It's a good sort of guessing game to play!]

C; Floor Thirty
[America isn't actively doing anything this time--he's instead sitting on the staircase eating some food he's taken from the cafeteria. Specifically he's sitting just above floor thirty, just above where the staircase would vanish if it decides to drop someone into the monster-infested floor he's watching. He likes guessing if the person can get back in time or not, you see. Of course, if you'd like to hang out with him, he's always up for conversation!]

Comments

staircase

[prayed]

[Here's one of those people that you can't mess with, America. Her own memories tell her that she's up ten years, although she doesn't look to be a day over fourteen. Still, the tower has left it's mark on her and so, when she she sees him by the stairs, she finds herself smiling a little. Her hands move to her hips and she tilts her head at him, looking down on him like a mother or an older sister might. Kids sure were a handful.]

What kinda mischief are you getting into now, America?

[She questions him playfully, though there's definitely a stern edge to it. Even if they can't really die or whatever, she doesn't want to see anything happen.]

[colonial]

[America looks disappointed for an instant--a childish giveaway he's always had--before he smiles innocently.] I'm just playing!

[Of course, his playing is often pretty dangerous to everyone around him. Kyoko knows that, though, so there's no reason to really say that.]

There's a whole bunch've stairs in the Tower!

[prayed]

Heh, don't think I don't know that look! Jeeze, is seeing me around that bad?

[She feigns indignant for a moment before smiling a little. He's probably up to no good, but maybe it's okay if she goes easy on him sometimes. As long as he doesn't step out of line with her. She takes a glance the stairs.]

Yeah, there's a ton of them. I bet a person'd break their neck if you went tumbling down those.

[And everything else, but details.]

[colonial]

They'd prob'ly land on one of the floors first, right? [America knows that from experience, actually. He's never managed to get someone to roll all the way down the whole staircase, though it is a long-term goal of his.]

[prayed]

[She can think of a couple ideas for that, but this is already a discussion that she really shouldn't be having with a little kid, she doesn't want to add to that.]

Yeah, I guess they would. I'm not sure which one would be worse. Falling really sucks, y'know.

B;

[harepiece]

[Hoo boy, is he ever a sucker for cheering up gloomy little kids, even if said kids are spouting obvious lies. He'd eat his own shoe if he ever saw a gust of wind blow a stuffed animal down such a thin strip of land without knocking it over the side...

Regardless, he finds himself stopping on his way up the staircase to whistle softly, looking somewhat impressed.]

That's pretty far out, isn't it? If you wait a moment I'll fetch it for you, no need for the tears!

[colonial]

[America perks up a little, but still looks suitably unhappy about his stuffed animal. He sniffles a bit.]

Really? You'll really get it?

[harepiece]

Absolutely! [He hops off of the staircase from where he had been standing and lands with a surprising amount of grace.] I bet your friend is pretty lonely all by himself out there and just as sad as you, too. That's definitely no good, so wait right here!

[AND OFF HE GOES setting out for that stuffed animal. Good job America, you just got your first sucker of the day.]

[colonial]

[Oh, good--America will refrain from smiling for now, though, just in case he looks back.]

Thank you! Be careful!

[Or don't. Time to see if this one jumps off or makes it back!]

B

[mycloudedskies]

[Who knows what category Romeo falls under but he sees America on the stairs and raises an eyebrow.] America? What are you doing up here?

[colonial]

[Romeo, luckily for him, falls under "have to be good around him", since otherwise America doesn't get to listen to him teaching.

Unfortunately for America this now means he has to pretend he wasn't doing anything bad.]

Nothing. Just exploring!

[mycloudedskies]

This isn't a good floor America. [Said softly because he knows that America knows that, but has given him the benefit of the doubt because he hopes that America isn't up to mischief.] Come on we can go explore somewhere else.

[colonial]

Okay. [America sighs as if going to another floor is really a lot to ask of him, but then he darts down the steps.] As long as it's someplace interesting!

C

[redwhiteandhero]

[Al's been around the tower long enough to realize most of the floors are dangerous, but he hasn't exactly memorized which ones are dangerous in what ways yet. He'll learn. Just stay on the staircase and you'll be fine.]

Hey, whatcha doin' up there little buddy?

[colonial]

[America grins at Alfred, pleased to see the other version of himself. He offers some of the eggnog he'd saved from breakfast.]

Eating food! Want some?

[It doesn't occur to him to warn Alfred about the falling staircase because, thinking it's been years and years and years, he thinks Alfred should already know.]

[redwhiteandhero]

Sure, why not. [Alfred starts to jog up the stairs to meet him.]

[colonial]

[America frowns a bit, looking down at the stairs.] Hey, you should hold on! [Hold on to the central spiral, that is, because at least that stays where it is when the staircase drops.]

A

[redbranch]

[Lancer was probably not someone America wanted to shove down stairs. Not because he would react particularly aggressively, but because he was a hero with good enough reflexes to dodge or at least recover from the shove.]

...You're really gonna hurt someone at this rate, kid.

[He looks serious enough, but his silly-looking blue tights might distract from that.]

[colonial]

[People with fast reflexes are one of the banes of his existence. America sighs dramatically.]

It's not really hurting them.

[redbranch]

I think it hurts them enough. The ones that fall, anyways.

[He crosses his arm and looks down at the child.]

Not all people can stand falls like that.

[colonial]

That's why they're falls and not stands! [America seems more pleased with his minor bit of wordplay than interested in absorbing any sort of lesson.]

C

[keepscalm]

[England took the way down from floor forty-one; it seemed a good bit safer than going up from the next elevator stop, especially considering the staircase America is watching.

He thus ends up behind his young charge. He'd guessed that America would probably be here, but it's not exactly comforting to have his suspicions confirmed.] America.

[It is almost a sigh when he says it.]

[colonial]

[America pauses for a half a moment before he turns--it's his "pausing to make sure I'm not currently doing something I'm going to get in trouble for" pause, and it's grown ever more frequent as America has lost track of any human sense of morals and can only really decide if he's going to get in trouble based on what England's reprimanded him before.

Sitting on the staircase and eating, America decides, isn't something that England would really punish him for. So he grins.]

England! I'm eating lunch! [Lunch by way of breakfast foods he took from the cafeteria, that is.]

[keepscalm]

I see that.

[And watching the falling stairs, but England won't comment on that. Instead, he approaches America until he's next to him on the stairs.] Do you mind if I join you? This seat isn't taken, I hope.

[If he's there, America can't get into any mischief.

Well, and he gets to spend time with his favourite colony. But-- one motivation at a time.]

[colonial]

It's not taken! [America beams at England and scoots over a bit, gulping down eggnog. Of course, this means the glass is empty--he tosses it over the side of the staircase and down into the room without thinking about it, watching the monsters twist and shift and swarm around the movement.]