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towerofanimus2013-02-14 04:39 pm
puppy_lancer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-14 04:39 pm
Have a Doggy Valentine
Characters: Lancer and everybody. Strings characters welcome!
Setting: February 12-14, various floors
Format: Up to you
Summary: Lancer is unaffected by the event, but he's still celebrating! Time for him to make Valentines for everyone he knows.
Warnings: Nothing so far
Floor 99
[Lancer is hacking off chunks of crystals with his spear. They give him a headache if he looks at them for too long, but they make great materials for presents. He weighs them in his hand, wondering if they'll be able to stand his methods of working them into charms or other things.]
Floor 76
[He stares at the arrangement of flowers and herbs and wonders which ones are purely medicinal. The large amount of pollen in the air makes his nose itch, and he disturbs the relative peace of the floor with several loud sneezes.]
Floor 62
[He's strolling along the beach, scooping up shells, sea stars, and pebbles washed smooth by the waves. The pockets of his suit have been stuffed full and are weighing down on his legs. His hands are being quickly filled as well. Perhaps he should have brought a bag.]
Floor 51
[He's finally sewing a bag to carry all his supplies in. Every so often, he has to stop and curse as he stings his finger with the needle. Sewing is supposed to be women's work, so he never learned it.]
Floor 15
[With his supplies gathered, Lancer is sitting in the workshop, trying to work the shells, crystals, and other things into gifts to give to the people he knows. He's rather caught up in his work, so it would be easy for someone to sneak up on him.]
Floor 60 (14th only)
[Given the recent influx of people and the fact that so many food gifts were being given, the kitchens were rather busy. This is why Lancer only comes into the kitchen relatively late into the day. Right now, he's scratching his head at some of the recipes, trying to pick out the ingredients he needs from the huge stockpile of food that Kasumi had brought up to this floor.]
Floor 58
[Lancer has quite a big sack thrown over his shoulder. He's currently stuffing presents into the mail boxes of everyone whose names he knows.]
Room 01-01
[Catarina was one of those who didn't have a mailbox, so Lancer just knocks on her door and places his (awkward shaped) chocolates by her door along with a note.]
Happy Valentine's Day. Got you chocolate. We need to talk, though.
Room 01-09
[Saber's chocolate too is left by her door alongside a note.]
Happy Valentine's Day. I hope these taste good.
Room 02-17
[Ayaka's gift is a bag of cookies (again misshapen because Lancer couldn't use a mold properly) and a crystal charm carved with runes that spelled out a blessing of good fortune. Again, he's written a note.]
Happy Valentine's Day. Sorry Saber couldn't get his ass over here. Ah well. Guess I'm giving you presents on his behalf too.
Setting: February 12-14, various floors
Format: Up to you
Summary: Lancer is unaffected by the event, but he's still celebrating! Time for him to make Valentines for everyone he knows.
Warnings: Nothing so far
Floor 99
[Lancer is hacking off chunks of crystals with his spear. They give him a headache if he looks at them for too long, but they make great materials for presents. He weighs them in his hand, wondering if they'll be able to stand his methods of working them into charms or other things.]
Floor 76
[He stares at the arrangement of flowers and herbs and wonders which ones are purely medicinal. The large amount of pollen in the air makes his nose itch, and he disturbs the relative peace of the floor with several loud sneezes.]
Floor 62
[He's strolling along the beach, scooping up shells, sea stars, and pebbles washed smooth by the waves. The pockets of his suit have been stuffed full and are weighing down on his legs. His hands are being quickly filled as well. Perhaps he should have brought a bag.]
Floor 51
[He's finally sewing a bag to carry all his supplies in. Every so often, he has to stop and curse as he stings his finger with the needle. Sewing is supposed to be women's work, so he never learned it.]
Floor 15
[With his supplies gathered, Lancer is sitting in the workshop, trying to work the shells, crystals, and other things into gifts to give to the people he knows. He's rather caught up in his work, so it would be easy for someone to sneak up on him.]
Floor 60 (14th only)
[Given the recent influx of people and the fact that so many food gifts were being given, the kitchens were rather busy. This is why Lancer only comes into the kitchen relatively late into the day. Right now, he's scratching his head at some of the recipes, trying to pick out the ingredients he needs from the huge stockpile of food that Kasumi had brought up to this floor.]
Floor 58
[Lancer has quite a big sack thrown over his shoulder. He's currently stuffing presents into the mail boxes of everyone whose names he knows.]
Room 01-01
[Catarina was one of those who didn't have a mailbox, so Lancer just knocks on her door and places his (awkward shaped) chocolates by her door along with a note.]
Happy Valentine's Day. Got you chocolate. We need to talk, though.
Room 01-09
[Saber's chocolate too is left by her door alongside a note.]
Happy Valentine's Day. I hope these taste good.
Room 02-17
[Ayaka's gift is a bag of cookies (again misshapen because Lancer couldn't use a mold properly) and a crystal charm carved with runes that spelled out a blessing of good fortune. Again, he's written a note.]
Happy Valentine's Day. Sorry Saber couldn't get his ass over here. Ah well. Guess I'm giving you presents on his behalf too.
Re: sorry for late
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A few of us, a small few, came from a cloning facility. I'm one of them.
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And...it sounds like the clones got the memories of the real things?
Re: sorry for late
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Geeze, that doesn't sound like a very good place to grow up.
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At any rate, there were more of us, though there fate remains unknown, unless they really are gone from existence.
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[He wonders if they were also made to serve a purpose like homunculi would be.]
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[And to find her.]
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[Then again, so many people could find new purposes here, so why not a "weapon"?]
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[Not too far off from what he was currently trying to do.]
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[He scoops out a spoonful of the chocolate, wondering if it was done yet.]