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towerofanimus2013-03-18 06:03 pm
dusknoir) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-18 06:03 pm
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002 ☄ "the only way out is up," she whispered. "a leap of faith." ☄ ᴏᴘᴇɴ
Characters: Morty, Froslass, and YOU.
Setting: Summertime in the cafeteria.
Format: Whichever!
Summary: One very uncomfortable Morty and an even more uncomfortable Froslass try to be decent human beings.
Warnings: Nothing.
[It's summer in the Tower cafeteria, and Morty does not like that one bit. This warm weather is not what he's used to at all. As a result, he's dressed rather oddly, like he doesn't exactly know how to Deal with warm weather in the clothes he had been given; the scarf and headband were gone, his hair was tied up, and the sleeves of his sweater had been rolled up to above his elbows. (He kept brushing his fingers over them as if he felt they needed to be pulled down.) Attempting to keep some degree of composure even in these... unusual circumstances, Morty is sitting at one of the cafeteria tables, staring rather numbly at the floor, the table, anything. Eventually he takes out Froslass' Pokéball and starts rolling it around. So thirsty... so thirsty. So thirsty, oh, for the love of Lu--]
[Morty's head snaps up.]
[He grabs the Pokéball and gets up, only staggering a little bit from the oncoming headache, and rushes over to the kitchen door behind the cafeteria. He filters with a loud clamor throughout the room and eventually gets to the back, which turns out to be what he was looking for all along... the freezer. Considerably warmer than it should be in light of the fact that it's a freezer, but there was still some lingering cold... a little bit.]
[Shortly afterward, the freezer was filled with huge buckets of ice, provided by darling Froslass -- who looked about to faint when she went back into the Pokéball -- and a truly staggering amount of plastic cups were sitting around on some of the nearest cafeteria tables. Shortly afterward, a peculiar Fire-type looking like a chandelier was flying around the cafeteria, moving said buckets of ice into the main room as well; Morty was reasonably sure that everyone would get the idea that they could help themselves. The ice was melting quickly. Sure, the water was a bit warm, but he certainly wasn't complaining.]
Setting: Summertime in the cafeteria.
Format: Whichever!
Summary: One very uncomfortable Morty and an even more uncomfortable Froslass try to be decent human beings.
Warnings: Nothing.
[It's summer in the Tower cafeteria, and Morty does not like that one bit. This warm weather is not what he's used to at all. As a result, he's dressed rather oddly, like he doesn't exactly know how to Deal with warm weather in the clothes he had been given; the scarf and headband were gone, his hair was tied up, and the sleeves of his sweater had been rolled up to above his elbows. (He kept brushing his fingers over them as if he felt they needed to be pulled down.) Attempting to keep some degree of composure even in these... unusual circumstances, Morty is sitting at one of the cafeteria tables, staring rather numbly at the floor, the table, anything. Eventually he takes out Froslass' Pokéball and starts rolling it around. So thirsty... so thirsty. So thirsty, oh, for the love of Lu--]
[Morty's head snaps up.]
[He grabs the Pokéball and gets up, only staggering a little bit from the oncoming headache, and rushes over to the kitchen door behind the cafeteria. He filters with a loud clamor throughout the room and eventually gets to the back, which turns out to be what he was looking for all along... the freezer. Considerably warmer than it should be in light of the fact that it's a freezer, but there was still some lingering cold... a little bit.]
[Shortly afterward, the freezer was filled with huge buckets of ice, provided by darling Froslass -- who looked about to faint when she went back into the Pokéball -- and a truly staggering amount of plastic cups were sitting around on some of the nearest cafeteria tables. Shortly afterward, a peculiar Fire-type looking like a chandelier was flying around the cafeteria, moving said buckets of ice into the main room as well; Morty was reasonably sure that everyone would get the idea that they could help themselves. The ice was melting quickly. Sure, the water was a bit warm, but he certainly wasn't complaining.]
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