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towerofanimus2013-04-08 10:04 pm
silencetoreason) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-08 10:04 pm
{Un} L'État, C'est Moi
Characters: France and you!
Setting: Dorm room 3-14, Floor 101 (the hanging gardens), the staircase between floors 97 and 100, the elevators, and Floor 1 (the cafeteria). Backdated slightly to before people started disappearing because of the event.
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: One fabulous, frantic Frenchman wakes up in the Tower, and has a look around.
Warnings: France is a flirtatious guy, so be aware of that when tagging. Also, a fair amount ofsometimes Google translated French. Other than that, nothing, but I'll update if needed.
3-14
Impossible! What a cruel joke! How terrible!
[These are the things that can be heard in dorm room 3-14, where a rather distressed-looking Frenchman is sitting, one hand on his violet collar, the other on his welcome notes. France is no stranger to waking up in strange places with no recollection of how he got there, but the situation he's in today is much weirder than what he's used to. The sleep paralysis was disconcerting, for one thing, and the catsuit and collar are different, too. The more France reads, the more upset he gets, until he's shouting so loudly that the entire floor may well hear him.]
Sacre bleu, this is not funny at all..!
Floor 101
[Once France calms down and changes into normal clothes, he starts to explore his new surroundings, however tentatively. He creeps down the stairs, and when he steps on the glowing stair that transports him to floor 101, he's left momentarily breathless for a variety of reasons. The first and most obvious reason is because he's never been teleported like that before, and the shock of it leaves him bent over and gripping his knees for a few minutes after it happens.
The second reason is because, when he gathers his bearings and looks around, he finds that the floor is absolutely beautiful.]
Mon dieu... [He wanders slowly around the hanging gardens, taking in every detail. His voice is set at a low mutter, as if he's afraid that speaking too loudly will disrupt the fragile beauty of the place.] I can't believe it. How could this..?
[And he trails off, taking in the sights in silence.]
Staircase between floors 97 and 100
[France continues making his way down the Tower ever-so-slowly, until he finally comes upon floor 97 - i.e., the floor covered in gigantic monsters. As soon as he sees them, he does what the gallant people of France are known for.
He turns around and starts to run like hell.
France stumbles up the stairs, taking them two, three at a time, trying not to slip and fall as he goes. Anyone coming down the stairs will have to risk running into a terrified newbie.]
Elevators
[So, once he makes it back up to the dorm levels, France decides that taking the elevator will probably be best. This doesn't mean that he's prepared for how slowly it moves, nor how long it takes to get to the cafeteria where the welcome notes have instructed him to eat a bowl of oatmeal. He leans against the wall and sighs heavily, seeming so inconvenienced that one might wonder if he's laying it on thick on purpose.
He turns to the person he's standing closest to in an attempt to strike up some boredom-eradicating conversation.]
I haven't even been here for a day yet, and already, je vous jure, I am sick of it. What a horrendously inhospitable place, don't you think?
Cafeteria
[Finally, France makes it to the cafeteria. He's prodding at his oatmeal with his spoon, shoulders slumped over, looking as if he's undergoing the worst punishment in the world. He mumbles to himself, stirring the oatmeal around to avoid having to put it in his mouth.]
Disgusting food... So bare, so plain! How do they expect me to 'be happy here' when they cannot even serve a decent meal? [He reluctantly puts a spoonful in his mouth, swallows it with difficulty, and winces.] Like English food, augh...
Setting: Dorm room 3-14, Floor 101 (the hanging gardens), the staircase between floors 97 and 100, the elevators, and Floor 1 (the cafeteria). Backdated slightly to before people started disappearing because of the event.
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: One fabulous, frantic Frenchman wakes up in the Tower, and has a look around.
Warnings: France is a flirtatious guy, so be aware of that when tagging. Also, a fair amount of
3-14
Impossible! What a cruel joke! How terrible!
[These are the things that can be heard in dorm room 3-14, where a rather distressed-looking Frenchman is sitting, one hand on his violet collar, the other on his welcome notes. France is no stranger to waking up in strange places with no recollection of how he got there, but the situation he's in today is much weirder than what he's used to. The sleep paralysis was disconcerting, for one thing, and the catsuit and collar are different, too. The more France reads, the more upset he gets, until he's shouting so loudly that the entire floor may well hear him.]
Sacre bleu, this is not funny at all..!
Floor 101
[Once France calms down and changes into normal clothes, he starts to explore his new surroundings, however tentatively. He creeps down the stairs, and when he steps on the glowing stair that transports him to floor 101, he's left momentarily breathless for a variety of reasons. The first and most obvious reason is because he's never been teleported like that before, and the shock of it leaves him bent over and gripping his knees for a few minutes after it happens.
The second reason is because, when he gathers his bearings and looks around, he finds that the floor is absolutely beautiful.]
Mon dieu... [He wanders slowly around the hanging gardens, taking in every detail. His voice is set at a low mutter, as if he's afraid that speaking too loudly will disrupt the fragile beauty of the place.] I can't believe it. How could this..?
[And he trails off, taking in the sights in silence.]
Staircase between floors 97 and 100
[France continues making his way down the Tower ever-so-slowly, until he finally comes upon floor 97 - i.e., the floor covered in gigantic monsters. As soon as he sees them, he does what the gallant people of France are known for.
He turns around and starts to run like hell.
France stumbles up the stairs, taking them two, three at a time, trying not to slip and fall as he goes. Anyone coming down the stairs will have to risk running into a terrified newbie.]
Elevators
[So, once he makes it back up to the dorm levels, France decides that taking the elevator will probably be best. This doesn't mean that he's prepared for how slowly it moves, nor how long it takes to get to the cafeteria where the welcome notes have instructed him to eat a bowl of oatmeal. He leans against the wall and sighs heavily, seeming so inconvenienced that one might wonder if he's laying it on thick on purpose.
He turns to the person he's standing closest to in an attempt to strike up some boredom-eradicating conversation.]
I haven't even been here for a day yet, and already, je vous jure, I am sick of it. What a horrendously inhospitable place, don't you think?
Cafeteria
[Finally, France makes it to the cafeteria. He's prodding at his oatmeal with his spoon, shoulders slumped over, looking as if he's undergoing the worst punishment in the world. He mumbles to himself, stirring the oatmeal around to avoid having to put it in his mouth.]
Disgusting food... So bare, so plain! How do they expect me to 'be happy here' when they cannot even serve a decent meal? [He reluctantly puts a spoonful in his mouth, swallows it with difficulty, and winces.] Like English food, augh...
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I didn't think of it that way. You do have a point, [he admits, but then hums] but...I'm not sure I could take advantage of them. Not when they're providing us with room and board. [Ion didn't like to complain, even if he was less than enchanted by the provisions of the Tower. And if their worlds really were destroyed, they didn't exactly have anywhere to turn to, did they?]
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[France huffs and lifts a hand to flip his hair over his shoulder, as if the very notion isn't worth his consideration.]
Any host worth their salt should know that putting their guests in such perilous situations with no way to defend themselves is completely abhorrent! It is not that big a favor to ask that they treat us better - at least, that is my humble opinion...
[France, none of your opinions are humble. Please.]
no subject
I guess I can't disagree, when you put it that way! [And the way he talked, he certainly sounded as if he had experience in hosting.] Maybe they're open to suggestion? I bet if enough of us get together to ask politely, they'd put it in their minds to make some changes.
[And for all Ion knew, they couldn't help the conditions of the Tower. Maybe they were just trying to make the best of it in their own way. Didn't the letter say that they wanted everyone to be happy?]
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[France strokes the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. Then his eyes light up; you can almost see the light bulb flick on over the top of his head.]
Or, I have an even better idea: we could go on strike!
[He pushes away from the elevator wall and claps his hands together, looking delighted. Striking is one of his absolute favorite things to do.]
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He'd heard of people going on strike before, but doesn't really have much direct experience with it, himself. Most of the members of the Order were too devout in their followings to rise up in protest. And what he had heard of them had usually come with many sighs.
But the blonde seems so... excited about the prospect of a revolt. Was this normal?] Are you sure that's safe?
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[He gives the kid a quick once-over, smiling fondly. If he's allowed, he'll lay his hand on Ion's shoulder.]
You can trust big brother France about this, no?