Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia) (
mostremaining) wrote in
towerofanimus2013-01-18 11:36 pm
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[Backdated to the 18th]
Characters: Prussia and YOU!
Setting: The cafeteria. Backdated to the 18th, which also happens to be Gilbert's birthday!
Format: Starting as prose, but will match!
Summary: It's Gilbert's birthday! It's also his 200th year in the tower. Some woe ensues.
Warnings: Brief mentions of character death and suicide. It's not all bad, though!
Gilbert was sitting in the cafeteria, chowing down on the first slice of a rather large stack of carrot cake slices. Next to him was a rather large sign that had written on it, "Today's my birthday!" (Where he got the paper and the marker from is to be left a mystery.) For a moment, he stopped his gorging, set his fork down, and rested his head in one hand.
He had spent 200 years in this tower. 200 birthdays. He had been through so much in the ways of experiments and deaths (some inflicted on himself out of despair) that it all kind of blurred together. He nearly forgot that today was his birthday, and that was coming from a man who always used to take the opportunity to celebrate himself whenever possible. He was more passive now than he used to be, more accepting of pain and suffering. He did not try to rebel as much. He had been reduced to a sorry little sad sack who missed his home dearly and was wracked with sorrow over what he had lost, and he hated that. He hated it so much, but what was he to do about it? The tower had, in a way, "won."
...Eating more cake was clearly the solution. Gilbert resumed eating to distract himself from his negative thoughts. Maybe someone would come by and congratulate him on his 200th year and his birthday. Not every day in the tower was awful, after all. The people suffering with him made it worth it sometimes.
Setting: The cafeteria. Backdated to the 18th, which also happens to be Gilbert's birthday!
Format: Starting as prose, but will match!
Summary: It's Gilbert's birthday! It's also his 200th year in the tower. Some woe ensues.
Warnings: Brief mentions of character death and suicide. It's not all bad, though!
Gilbert was sitting in the cafeteria, chowing down on the first slice of a rather large stack of carrot cake slices. Next to him was a rather large sign that had written on it, "Today's my birthday!" (Where he got the paper and the marker from is to be left a mystery.) For a moment, he stopped his gorging, set his fork down, and rested his head in one hand.
He had spent 200 years in this tower. 200 birthdays. He had been through so much in the ways of experiments and deaths (some inflicted on himself out of despair) that it all kind of blurred together. He nearly forgot that today was his birthday, and that was coming from a man who always used to take the opportunity to celebrate himself whenever possible. He was more passive now than he used to be, more accepting of pain and suffering. He did not try to rebel as much. He had been reduced to a sorry little sad sack who missed his home dearly and was wracked with sorrow over what he had lost, and he hated that. He hated it so much, but what was he to do about it? The tower had, in a way, "won."
...Eating more cake was clearly the solution. Gilbert resumed eating to distract himself from his negative thoughts. Maybe someone would come by and congratulate him on his 200th year and his birthday. Not every day in the tower was awful, after all. The people suffering with him made it worth it sometimes.

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"Happy birthday, Gilbert!" She cried, walking towards him and putting the basket of fruit on an empty spot on the table.
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It was a bit of a lie, as she had originally came here looking for some food so that she could keep up her mask. However, since her reason had changed, it wasn't a total lie. When Gilbert pushed the cake towards her though, she managed to keep smiling and nodded, picking up the plate before getting a fork and coming back.
"Ah, thank you very much! I would like one..it's been awhile since I've eaten carrot cake. I didn't know that you enjoyed it so much."
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Tohko then smiled and nodded at the second comment.
"Well, that's true! It's not really a birthday without some cake or something similar."
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"While it is terrible when you don't have good food and company on a birthday, it sounds like you've spent more than one birthday here."
Which couldn't be true..after all, he had arrived shortly after Tohko did, so there was no way he could have had two birthdays so far.
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"Prussia..you haven't been here for two hundred years. The Administrators are putting several people through time experiments right now-some think a thousand years have passed, others say twenty or thirty, and some can't remember at all. It looks like..you were one of them. I'm sorry."
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"It's weird, but trust me, it's the truth. People's bodies have been changed to match how much time they think has passed too."
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"Well..you didn't age physically..but you probably experienced a lot of things mentally."
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"A lot of deaths, hellos, goodbyes.."
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Happy Birthday!
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Hey, Wriggle! Thanks for coming by to say happy birthday to me! [He takes a slice of cake, puts it on a plate, and pushes it towards Wriggle.] Want one?
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[She seems quite enthusiastic about the fact. After a few decades her reading comprehension was finally taking off. The butterflies settle calmly on his shoulders, quite content to sit there if he doesn't make any sudden movements]
Sure, is it sweet?
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[He stares at the butterflies on his shoulders for a moment.] Where did you get these, by the way? And of course the cake is sweet! That's why I'm eating it. [Comfort eater logic gooooo.]
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[Her smile brightens at the prospect of cake]
Sure, I'll have some then!
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Here you go! [Gilbert scoots the plate a little closer to Wriggle.]
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[Wriggle gratefully takes to cake and starts picking bits off to eat with her hands]
And don't call them creepy crawlies, that's kinda rude y'know.
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Right, of course. [...He's still going to call them creepy crawlies though. Because they are.] Hey, should I get you a fork or something?
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[Wriggle isn't exactly the best at table manners, talking with her mouth full and licking the frosting off her fingers]
It's just a dark room, that's probably why.
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Yeah... I don't really investigate the dark places that much. Maybe I should.
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Oh, but sometimes there are monsters so you need to be careful... if you want to explore I can help protect you, I can offer a light too!
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