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towerofanimus2013-01-31 11:59 pm
seconddaughter) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-31 11:59 pm
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makes me wanna wail, MAAAAAAAAAIL!!
Characters: MOMO and you / roommates, plus anyone on the third floor
Setting: Floor 78 (with a portion for wherever) and Room 3-07
Format: Prose, and then I'll match!
Summary: Part one: OH BOY LETTERS I WANT A PEN PAL THIS IS GONNA BE SO MUCH FUN!! Part two: Alby has, ah... separation anxiety sometimes. Hope you guys aren't allergic to pillow down.
Warnings: None!
Floor 78
Feeling a little bit like Jin (and his "archaic hobbies"), MOMO has procured herself a postal box. It was strange, because she knew perfectly well that digital transmission was more efficient when it came to communication, and that while the UMN was still around, postal services were completely obsolete. And yet, maybe there was a certain charm in hand-written letters and packages, especially when they were anonymous. It was personal, and a little exciting.
So, MOMO is, first and foremost, interrogating the entire tower about the post office boxes. She'll be coming up to anyone who looks reasonably receptive (and possibly a few who don't?) to see if she can pique someone's interest in being letter buddies. Maybe they can learn more about each other that way, too!
Later, she is quite possibly dropping anonymous letters into the boxes that have already been taken, hovering for a while at the drop as though to make sure her letter absolutely went where it was supposed to go and didn't vanish into the abyss. More than likely, anyone signing up for a box or checking theirs out will catch her slipping it in there. Alternatively, you might receive a polite and earnest, if awkwardly scrawled, letter of greeting that has not been signed, but makes mention that any replies can be put in box 0011.
Room 3-07
MOMO opens the door to a room that looks like a tornado swept through it.
Correction: it looks like a tornado swept through the pillows specifically, and that tornado's name is Alby the albino chihuahua. She'd left him in her room for the day; normally, he's much better than he used to be about being left by himself for a few hours, but in this case, MOMO had completely forgotten to go check on him, busy as she was checking out the newer floors today. The bed pillows being thoroughly destroyed is her punishment.
"Oh no, Alby!" she says as she crosses the room in a hurry and tries futilely to sweep a small pile of down with her hands, then slows to a halt. "You must have gotten lonely... I'm sorry. I won't forget about you again, I promise. But now I have to clean up this mess before the others come back..."
Of course, this means someone better catch her red-handed in the act of cleaning up. There'll probably be a trail of down and small shreds of fabric in the hallway from where she's hefting it out of the room, and afterward, she'll be going door-to-door on the third floor to trouble anyone willing to listen for some extra pillows.
Setting: Floor 78 (with a portion for wherever) and Room 3-07
Format: Prose, and then I'll match!
Summary: Part one: OH BOY LETTERS I WANT A PEN PAL THIS IS GONNA BE SO MUCH FUN!! Part two: Alby has, ah... separation anxiety sometimes. Hope you guys aren't allergic to pillow down.
Warnings: None!
Floor 78
Feeling a little bit like Jin (and his "archaic hobbies"), MOMO has procured herself a postal box. It was strange, because she knew perfectly well that digital transmission was more efficient when it came to communication, and that while the UMN was still around, postal services were completely obsolete. And yet, maybe there was a certain charm in hand-written letters and packages, especially when they were anonymous. It was personal, and a little exciting.
So, MOMO is, first and foremost, interrogating the entire tower about the post office boxes. She'll be coming up to anyone who looks reasonably receptive (and possibly a few who don't?) to see if she can pique someone's interest in being letter buddies. Maybe they can learn more about each other that way, too!
Later, she is quite possibly dropping anonymous letters into the boxes that have already been taken, hovering for a while at the drop as though to make sure her letter absolutely went where it was supposed to go and didn't vanish into the abyss. More than likely, anyone signing up for a box or checking theirs out will catch her slipping it in there. Alternatively, you might receive a polite and earnest, if awkwardly scrawled, letter of greeting that has not been signed, but makes mention that any replies can be put in box 0011.
Room 3-07
MOMO opens the door to a room that looks like a tornado swept through it.
Correction: it looks like a tornado swept through the pillows specifically, and that tornado's name is Alby the albino chihuahua. She'd left him in her room for the day; normally, he's much better than he used to be about being left by himself for a few hours, but in this case, MOMO had completely forgotten to go check on him, busy as she was checking out the newer floors today. The bed pillows being thoroughly destroyed is her punishment.
"Oh no, Alby!" she says as she crosses the room in a hurry and tries futilely to sweep a small pile of down with her hands, then slows to a halt. "You must have gotten lonely... I'm sorry. I won't forget about you again, I promise. But now I have to clean up this mess before the others come back..."
Of course, this means someone better catch her red-handed in the act of cleaning up. There'll probably be a trail of down and small shreds of fabric in the hallway from where she's hefting it out of the room, and afterward, she'll be going door-to-door on the third floor to trouble anyone willing to listen for some extra pillows.
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[MOMO perks up at the mention of Shion in particular.]
Oh, yes, I am! Shion is a good friend of mine, and... um, Wilhelm is also from the same place. [Yeeeeeeah, for politeness' sake.] My name is MOMO! Are you friends with them, too?
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Don't worry, I will! I love getting letters! It's not very popular back in my universe, but I do like it. It has a lot of charm to it.
[Tohko then..sighed.]
It's nice to meet you, MOMO. I'm Tohko Amano, the book girl..and I'm friends with Shion too!
[Oh, MOMO, you must have been tied into Wilhelm's plans too if you were friends with Shion. Poor girl..she seemed so sweet too!]
As for Wilhelm..I'd like to consider him a friend..but I don't think he views me the same way. He just sees people as chess pieces, even if they are interesting ones.
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I'm glad! It's nice to meet you, Tohko! I hope we can be good pen pals!
[Y E P. Being a Shining Will is suffering.]
I think you're right... I wonder what kinds of things he's always thinking so hard about, sometimes. But I don't think he's a bad person, even if he only has interest and disinterest in people.
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I'm sure we'll be great pen pals! I'm looking forward to writing with you!
[Tohko then sighed and scratched her head.]
It's not too hard to figure out some of what he's thinking..but you're right. He's not a bad person. He's just really driven with his goals and determined to make sure they get accomplished, no matter who he has to sacrifice. I think his disinterest comes from two sources.
[Tohko held up one finger as she spoke.]
One, having some disinterest helps separate yourself emotionally from whomever or whatever you're manipulating.
[Another finger.]
Two, since he's the personification of humanity's will to live, he'll have that in common with them..but not much else, since people have different interests and goals, apart from that.
..Does that make any sense?