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towerofanimus2013-03-09 08:10 pm
noglory) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-09 08:10 pm
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001 ° Ebbing and flowing
Characters: Randall Ascot and you!
Setting: Room 2-08, various floors of the tower, and all around the doorm floors after.
Format: Any!
Summary: Randall pokes around the tower, catapults oatmeal at things, and is just generally obnoxious.
Warnings: None at the moment!
Room 2-08
Your world has been destroyed
[ He reads the line again, not really wanting to comprehend the words. Destroyed? Nonsense, it had be be a joke of some kind. A byproduct of someone's sick, twisted, madness-affected humor. Besides, it didn't explain how he was here, alive and well. It didn't explain the sudden shift of location, or the fact that he was seemingly unaffected by his fall--and yet despite the lack of explanations, this situation was far beyond anything he'd experienced before. It was like something right out of a B-rate scifi film, or something you'd think up in your spare time. As implausible as it was, though, it all seemed very real. The collar, the weird clothing, the foreign room...was it possible he'd somehow survived the fall, only to be dragged off into some kind of psychological experiment? Maybe.
He pours over the letters one last time, gives his collar a good, hard tug--but no, of course it doesn't come off--before setting the papers off to the side to go poking around his room. After all, there had to be answers somewhere around here, right? He starts with the trunk at the end of his bed, where he finds his clothes and a few of the other things he'd had on him. He takes a moment to change, and carefully puts everything else back into the chest before going to poke through his roommate's stuff. Not because he's nosy, he doesn't even know he has roommates, he's just a man on a mission, desperately searching for a clue.
Desperately searching for anything that would help put the pieces of this puzzle together. ]
Cafeteria
[ Randall had grabbed an extra spoon, and between mouthfuls of oatmeal ( Though could this stuff really be called that? It was pretty nasty ) he takes aim, sending globs of the stuff sailing through the air with his makeshift spoon catapult. He's trying to stick the stuff to the ceiling to see how long it stays up there, but it's likely he'll end up pelting others.
It's equally likely that someone will walk under the oatmeal as it falls from the ceiling....whoops?? ]
Floors 2-5
[ Once he's finished up his adventures in oatmeal flinging, he takes to exploring his new surroundings. Not just out of curiosity, but in the hope he'll find some kind of clue, a piece to the puzzle that falsifies the whole 'Your world is destroyed' thing. So he starts from the bottom and decides to work his way up.
He doesn't stay long on floor two, opening a few medicine cabinets and just kind of looking around for a while before deciding to move on. On the third floor he flips through books before setting them aside to go and examine the shelves or the walls. Occasionally he climbs up a few shelves--without a ladder--to grab a book that catches his eye. On the fourth floor he stares out the windows for a long time, hand on his chin as he tries to get an idea as to where the tower might be. He pokes around the room a bit but doesn't stay long.
It's the fifth floor view stations that really catch his interest, though he wanders around a while before he actually looks through the viewer--and he doesn't like what he sees. He tries to deny it, to say it was some other trick or illusion, but he'd grown up in Stansbury. He knew the streets like the back of his hand, and even though not much was left...he knew it was his hometown. He recognized the remains of the buildings. Angela's house, his own...Hershel's.
He steps away from the Viewer, brows knitted, hands clenched at his side.
He paces. He stops. He looks through the viewer again before going to sit against a wall and stare at nothing, not really sure what to think anymore. ]
All around the Dorms.
[ Much to everyone's dismay, Randall's taken it upon himself to try and see if anyone else he knows is here. He is, admittedly, looking for one person in particular, but anyone from his hometown will help to calm his shaken nerves.
So he goes around, knocking on everyone's door like some kind of obnoxious salesperson. If characters open up they'll notice he's out of breath, like he's in some kind of hurry. Yet despite that he tries to give them a big, friendly smile. ]
Pardon the intrusion, but do you have a moment?
Setting: Room 2-08, various floors of the tower, and all around the doorm floors after.
Format: Any!
Summary: Randall pokes around the tower, catapults oatmeal at things, and is just generally obnoxious.
Warnings: None at the moment!
Room 2-08
He pours over the letters one last time, gives his collar a good, hard tug--but no, of course it doesn't come off--before setting the papers off to the side to go poking around his room. After all, there had to be answers somewhere around here, right? He starts with the trunk at the end of his bed, where he finds his clothes and a few of the other things he'd had on him. He takes a moment to change, and carefully puts everything else back into the chest before going to poke through his roommate's stuff. Not because he's nosy, he doesn't even know he has roommates, he's just a man on a mission, desperately searching for a clue.
Desperately searching for anything that would help put the pieces of this puzzle together. ]
Cafeteria
It's equally likely that someone will walk under the oatmeal as it falls from the ceiling....whoops?? ]
Floors 2-5
He doesn't stay long on floor two, opening a few medicine cabinets and just kind of looking around for a while before deciding to move on. On the third floor he flips through books before setting them aside to go and examine the shelves or the walls. Occasionally he climbs up a few shelves--without a ladder--to grab a book that catches his eye. On the fourth floor he stares out the windows for a long time, hand on his chin as he tries to get an idea as to where the tower might be. He pokes around the room a bit but doesn't stay long.
It's the fifth floor view stations that really catch his interest, though he wanders around a while before he actually looks through the viewer--and he doesn't like what he sees. He tries to deny it, to say it was some other trick or illusion, but he'd grown up in Stansbury. He knew the streets like the back of his hand, and even though not much was left...he knew it was his hometown. He recognized the remains of the buildings. Angela's house, his own...Hershel's.
He steps away from the Viewer, brows knitted, hands clenched at his side.
He paces. He stops. He looks through the viewer again before going to sit against a wall and stare at nothing, not really sure what to think anymore. ]
All around the Dorms.
So he goes around, knocking on everyone's door like some kind of obnoxious salesperson. If characters open up they'll notice he's out of breath, like he's in some kind of hurry. Yet despite that he tries to give them a big, friendly smile. ]
Pardon the intrusion, but do you have a moment?
Cafeteria
[At the end of the first day of life in the Tower, Morty and his ghosty friend are hanging around the Cafeteria again because food. Everyone needs food. And he's just minding his own business when a nice, attractive glob of the stuff just lands in the middle of his hair.]
[Immediately he looks down at Gengar, who shrugs and shakes its head. The two have a brief staring contest, before Morty finally decides that maybe it wasn't the little prankster who did it and turns around. He catches Randall with the spoot held upwards in his hand, and... smiles in amusement.]
Good aim.
no subject
Well! If I'd been aiming at you I suppose it would have been. I was trying to send it elsewhere, however, so it would seem my trajectory is a little off.
Ah, but you have my sincerest apologies regardless. [ Yet oddly enough he doesn't really seem all that sorry. He wasn't one to go around throwing food at people for no reason, mind, but this was way too funny to feel bad about. Besides, this guy seemed to be taking it in stride, so! ]
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...Though I do have to wonder what you were aiming for in the first place. [He seems a little old to throw food. Meanwhile, the tips of Gengar's ears poke up over the edge of the table, twitching occasionally.]
no subject
[ Gengar catches his eye and he stops talking a moment to look over the table at the pokemon curiously. ] I don't believe I've ever seen a creature like that before--do you know what it is?
no subject
[Both of them smile brightly.]