towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Santana and whoever she meets
Setting: Various floors
Format: Starting action, will match
Summary: Santana explores
Warnings: Language and attitude

Floor 7
[A swimming pool? Well it was summer when she was taken and hey, she wanted to show off her beach body and go swimming. She stripped off her top and pants, ready to swim in her bra and panties.]

[She was starting to accept the fact that she may be stuck here for a while. Why not make the most of it. Santana lets out an exasperated sigh and dives right in.]

[After a second she breaks the surface] Shit it's cold!

Floor 12
[Santana stands in the middle of the room, staring at the ceiling and occasionally turning around. She had never felt so small and it was starting to get to her.]

[She shakes her head and lays down, looking at the stars for a while longer until she drapes an arm over her eyes] Anytime now creeps! Just send me the hell home, I'm tired of this game!

Floor 14
[Finally a room that she would find back home!]

[She collapses onto one of the beanbag chairs and turns on one of the televisions. A face stares back at her. No matter how much she changes the channel, the face still stares at her.] What the hell! [she turns the TV off and throws the remote across the room] I hate this stupid place! Argh!

Floor 17
[The room is empty.]

[Except for a bloody hand print and the echoes of screams.]

[Santana turns to leave and almost bumps into you, screaming as she almost does so] Don't sneak up on me like that!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I'm sorry-- I didn't mean to do that. I don't really make a lot of noise when I walk.

Oh it's just you again. [hello ~~friend~~ random girl who Brittany would like] Don't you have anything better to do?

Not really. I'm just exploring the tower.

Do you often cut up your hand to make a bloody print?

[... Well.

She does sometimes, to power up her magic. That's what blood magic is. This was not her, though.]

No, I didn't do that. I don't really like to do that sort of thing.

Then where the hell did that hand print come from. [there is a distant screaming]

[Santana raises her voice] And who is screaming!

I'm not sure. A lot of odd things seem to happen here, though. [That's an understatement, Merrill.] I'm not sure who's screaming, either. It doesn't sound like anyone I know.

You are the most unhelpful person I have ever met. [you're actually really helpful! Santana is just frustrated] Go get your big ears checked and find out who the hell is messing with us.

I'll go look. Stay here-- if there's something happening that we can't see, I don't want you to get hurt. [And her staff is leaving her back and she's heading in.] Nothing feels magical, at least. I think that may be a good thing.

Whaat? No way. You are not leaving me here, I'm coming too. [although she'll be a step behind you so you can be the one attacked first] I can fend for myself, don't doubt the girl who grew up on the wrong side of the track.

Okay-- [And she was going to suggest Santana stay behind her, anyway, since she doesn't want someone else to get hurt when she could probably take on whatever this is.] What is the wrong side of the track?

Oh come on, you can't be that backwards! It means that bad side of town, okay?

That makes a lot of sense. We didn't really use those kind of terms in Kirkwall. Or anywhere, really. They could have been used in cities I hadn't visited.

Well how do you say the bad part of town?

Usually that you're from Lowtown. Or maybe Darktown. Darktown's a little worse than Lowtown.

[she actually lets out a little laugh at that] Opposed to Hightown and Lightown?

We didn't really have a Lightown in Kirkwall. Only a Hightown. That's where the nobles lived, for the most part.

...You're serious, aren't you?

Why wouldn't I be?

That's a good question. I should expect this by now. So Merrill, where are you from?

My home is on Thedas. I did a lot of traveling with the Dalish elves before I came to Kirkwall.

Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?

Yeah I don't know what any of that means. I'm from Lima, Ohio. A small boring town in the United States, but you probably don't know what that means either. [in a more sarcastic tone] Where I come from, elves don't exist.

I've never heard of that place-- I'm sure it's nice, though. It's sad that you don't have elves, either. We're a very nice people. [Usually. When she hasn't been exiled from them.]

So like, what do elves do? [she cannot believe she just asked that]

It depends on if you live in the city or if you live with the Dalish. Before I lived in the alienage in Kirkwall, I traveled with the Dalish. Sometimes we would frolic. We had hunters, too, but I wasn't one of them. I was learning what little bit of Elven history the Dalish have recovered.