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towerofanimus2013-01-14 01:56 am
beknightedheroine) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-14 01:56 am
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SEVENTEENTH STAFF ♞ interrupted reverie
Characters: Sayaka & pals (you are the pals) (it's you)
Setting: literally every floor because wtf tower??
Format: i start prose habitually but i'll match ya
Summary: Sayaka Miki (+5 years) realizes there is a disparity in the tower that ISN'T just effecting people. Where did floor 100 go?!
Warnings: Sayaka's been effected by the event, and will be notably different than usual (as in hi have a twenty year old with a self-done haircut and and a lot of issues).
She can't recall what exactly it was that made her think "hey, wait a moment, the tower isn't the same as it was yesterday," but here she was, at the lowest floor they were allowed on, taking the staircase up two at a time, because like she gives a damn about falling.
"One," "two," "three," "four," "five--" she firmly states the number of a floor aloud, when she crests the staircase to the next.
The first five floors are the same as usual, though they're serving something different than the last time she was down at the cafeteria - maybe the month had turned and she hadn't noticed. ..Again. She spares a moment for a viewing station on floor five - yeah, home's the same wasteland it always is, not a single blasted rock out of place. It hasn't changed since she was last back out there herself, kicking over wreckage and wishing the world would be ended enough that she didn't have to be here in it.
Six, seven, eightnineten--
This forest is boring. The pool she gives a once-over to, wondering if she could spot a friend in there - but regardless, Sayaka moves on. Having to go through the maze is a stupid dumb waste of time (she never liked randomly generated games, anyway) and the aquarium doesn't hold much fascination for her anymore. She could cheat and just take the stairs down from the dorms, but what if she's wrong and all those floors just got mixed up, rather than just being gone? It'd be a real Riki thing to do.
All the way through eleven-twelve-thirteen-fourteen-fifteen-sixteen-seventeen-eighteen-nineteen-twenty-twenty one is uneventful, but on twenty two she stares up at the hole in the ceiling going to the next place up and frowns. She always remembered there being something - off, at this part, but she shrugs it off and climbs anyway.
When Sayaka's finally made it to the very tip top of the tower, she immediately goes for the elevator to count the buttons. There's not enough. Either she's crazy, or the tower is missing about fifty floors that were there all fine 'n dandy the last time she looked. And while she's never been one to dismiss the possibility that yeah, she's finally lost that last marble -
"What the hell!"
She punches the button panel, and the doors start to slide closed. Wherever it arrives will soon be audience to an aggravated girl.
Setting: literally every floor because wtf tower??
Format: i start prose habitually but i'll match ya
Summary: Sayaka Miki (+5 years) realizes there is a disparity in the tower that ISN'T just effecting people. Where did floor 100 go?!
Warnings: Sayaka's been effected by the event, and will be notably different than usual (as in hi have a twenty year old with a self-done haircut and and a lot of issues).
She can't recall what exactly it was that made her think "hey, wait a moment, the tower isn't the same as it was yesterday," but here she was, at the lowest floor they were allowed on, taking the staircase up two at a time, because like she gives a damn about falling.
"One," "two," "three," "four," "five--" she firmly states the number of a floor aloud, when she crests the staircase to the next.
The first five floors are the same as usual, though they're serving something different than the last time she was down at the cafeteria - maybe the month had turned and she hadn't noticed. ..Again. She spares a moment for a viewing station on floor five - yeah, home's the same wasteland it always is, not a single blasted rock out of place. It hasn't changed since she was last back out there herself, kicking over wreckage and wishing the world would be ended enough that she didn't have to be here in it.
Six, seven, eightnineten--
This forest is boring. The pool she gives a once-over to, wondering if she could spot a friend in there - but regardless, Sayaka moves on. Having to go through the maze is a stupid dumb waste of time (she never liked randomly generated games, anyway) and the aquarium doesn't hold much fascination for her anymore. She could cheat and just take the stairs down from the dorms, but what if she's wrong and all those floors just got mixed up, rather than just being gone? It'd be a real Riki thing to do.
All the way through eleven-twelve-thirteen-fourteen-fifteen-sixteen-seventeen-eighteen-nineteen-twenty-twenty one is uneventful, but on twenty two she stares up at the hole in the ceiling going to the next place up and frowns. She always remembered there being something - off, at this part, but she shrugs it off and climbs anyway.
When Sayaka's finally made it to the very tip top of the tower, she immediately goes for the elevator to count the buttons. There's not enough. Either she's crazy, or the tower is missing about fifty floors that were there all fine 'n dandy the last time she looked. And while she's never been one to dismiss the possibility that yeah, she's finally lost that last marble -
"What the hell!"
She punches the button panel, and the doors start to slide closed. Wherever it arrives will soon be audience to an aggravated girl.
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[Yep.
That's his third question.]
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[Asking the obvious questions in the tower since 2k12.]
...Well, okay!
Call me 'the great and terrible Sayaka Miki' on your survey results and we'll be set.
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[TOO LONG AND DOOM-WIELDING OKAY.]
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[Sayaka steeples her hands together in front of her and hunches forward over the table a bit, trying to project a judging look.]
Y'know, I think that might've all actually qualified as obvious junk. You at least got something neat you're gonna use it all for?
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[maybe this is not the information he needs, but information is information after all...]
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[She claps her hands together, once.]
Have fun burning yourself out, notebook-bro. There's patterns, but then all you can do with them is dread the inevitable.
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Kinda depressing, but that's just the way life is, he supposed.]
Even if it's just like that, even if it's futile...
I won't stop looking.
At least, that's my answer.