Officially Hating the Tower Now

[sacred_flamer]

Characters: Luke fon Fabre and EVERYONE
Setting: During the event; March 17th - 23rd.
Summary: Luke around the Tower for the event. Just... see below how many tables he'll be flipping by the end of this.
Warnings: Whining, whining, whining, whining, whining...

Spring: Dorm Room 3-14
[Thanks to the rains, Luke gets woken up early on the first "spring" day. He sat up, completely and utterly confused... and then he spotted the massive puddle his dorm room became. His first thought, of course, was wondering what the hell happened. His second... was oh dammit his things! Granted, he didn't have much, but he could already see that water was soaking into his chest, and...]

My crane!

[He fumbled over to the trunk, tearing it open to get to his things. The broken sword he didn't care much about, but the paper crane? The one that Yu gave to him? Like hell he was going to let that get ruined!]

G-guys! Does anyone have anything water proof!? QUICK!

~.oOOo.~

Summer: Anywhere in the Tower
Hooooooot...

[Luke is essentially a zombie the higher the temperature gets. Some days, he's even forgoing putting on his beloved jacket; no matter what he does with it, it's just going to make him hot, and going around in just his belly shirt and baggy pants is preferable to more hot.]

[And let's not even talk about what the humidity is doing to his lovely long hair, okay?]

[He wanted a shower... or a bath; a bath surrounded by awesome soaps and perfumes and ugh; he was almost wanted to be back at the manor right now.]

...wonder if I should cut my hair again...

[Amnon isn't looking much better, and the little cheagle is pretty much plastered on Luke's shoulder, whimpering.]

~.oOOo.~

Autumn: Meadow Floor
[Little kids love leaves.]

[Luke is definitely no different; instead of training today, he's rolling around and playing in the leaves. Hey, he's allowed, okay? Don't judge him; leaf angels are fun, okay?!]

[Amnon is there too, rolling around and jumping around, getting himself lost in the leaves more than a few times.]

~.oOOo.~

Winter: Anywhere in the Tower
[Tower of Ass, fuck you and the horse you road in on.]

[No, seriously; Luke is hating this Tower so much right now. It is cold, again. He woke up under a pile of snow. HIS COAT WAS FROZEN FOR LORELEI'S SAKE. Amnon was curled up under his shirt, not that it made much difference.]

D-dammit... n-need to find someone that can make a f-fire...

Comments

[bloodyashes]

[Why didn't these damn stairs have banisters, anyway?

At least it's not a long trip through the floors. Arriving down to the mailroom, Asch pauses just long enough to look around with a frown.]

There's usually workers here. I don't think that's a good sign.

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Nothing is ever a good sign in this place.

[Luke paused, letting out a sneeze. Oh man, he was seriously going to be sick from all this.]

Whatever, where's your box thing?

[bloodyashes]

A worse than usual sign, then.

[He has to lead Luke pretty deep into the floor to get to his neck-level box - it's a little damp, especially near the front, but a hell of a lot drier than anything in the dorms. He slides the photograph in and then steps to the side to let Luke place his treasure.]

Unless the entire floor floods, this should be okay.

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[Luke hurried over, gently placing the paper crane inside the box. It looked a little damp, but thankfully hadn't been crushed or completely soaked. He let out a breath, wilting a little.]

Oh good... it didn't get ruined...

[bloodyashes]

Let's hope it stays that way.

[As soon as Luke's hands are out of the way, Asch closes the box against the rain.]

I suppose there's no point trying to keep ourselves dry...

[sacred_flamer]

I think we pretty much lost that fight.

[Luke sneezed again, shivering.]

[bloodyashes]

[Asch, for his part, tries fruitlessly to push his bangs out of his face, but the water pouring down on them makes it completely useless.]

If there's no workers here, there's probably none in the cafeteria, either.

[And the idea of trying to work in this rain is just lovely.]

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That's... not good. Dammit, I hate this place.

[SNEEZE. Oh for the love of...]

[bloodyashes]

[Hey, he'd offer a tissue, but given how they'd turn to mush anyway...]

Hopefully it stops soon.

[C'mon Luke let's hit the kitchens and see what's still edible.]