towerofanimus | Wake Up

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Wake Up

Characters: Marceline + anyone who wants in
Setting: Room 2-01 (if you want to just pass by there), and then on to other floors.
Format: Starting in prose but I'll match you.
Summary: This Vampire Queen is less than pleased about all these rules, this tower, and she's looking for a way back home.
Warnings: None at the moment.

Every day she woke up without the sleep paralysis was enough cause to be thankful, but Marceline wasn't going to accuse herself of being a grateful creature. She could still feel the sourness in her stomach from that forsaken oatmeal (not a drop of red to be leeched from it at all, besides the fact that oatmeal turned her stomach anyway), the heaviness of her limbs for the too-long seconds when she woke up in this bleak world with that note by her bedside. How could she be happy here, it wasn't Ooo. There was no one to bother. No one to appreciate her playing. Not that she needed it, really. It was just nice.

With a sigh, she swung her legs out of the bed, picked her way around the mess of things she'd scattered around, the amp at the foot of her bed where she'd been sitting there the night before playing as loud as she could in hopes someone in charge would come say something so she could demand to go home, her extra shoes, her jeans from the previous day, and settled her axe bass on the bed so she could open her trunk and get some new clothes. Today was going to be a day to explore, and she wasn't going out without the bass. If worst came to worst she could get her bearings, track someone down, and threaten them for answers at the least.

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Taiki smiled and nodded to the woman who he passed in the corridoor, he wondered if she had been the one playing the music.

Marceline nodded and waved back, bass slung over her back. She had a mission to explore every corner of this place. She did have to wonder how the kid had ended up here though, but finding out how each world ended was a task for another day.

Taiki waved back with a smile noticing the instrument on her back, "Oh the music was you!" His eyes widened, "Sorry for being rude! But it was really pretty and I was wondering who was playing it."

'Pretty' was a rare word to describe her music, at least in her experience. Marceline had to look at this kid to make sure he was serious. And when it didn't look like he was kidding, she let a tiny smile spread across her face.

"Heh, thanks a lot, kid. Glad ya liked it." She decided to keep herself quiet about how her pride that someone here liked her playing was tinged with disappointment that it had just been her hallmates and not someone with some answers that had heard. The kid didn't need to know that.

Taiki smiled a nervous smile, glad that she hadn't been upset that he had spoken to her. He stood silently for a moment before deciding to ask a question, hoping that she didn't mind.

"Have you been here long?"

"Nah, not really," Marceline shrugged, still smiling even though the thought of how few days she'd been here still made her upset, that it felt like an eternity already. "Just been here long enough to eat a couple of meals and decide that the food here stinks. What about you?"

Taiki gave a small smile back and nodded, "I haven't found the food bad..." Of course he hadn't ate anything that wasn't fruit or salad and couldn't speak for the rest of the food. "It is a bit boring having the same thing all the time though. I have only been here a few days."

Marceline laughed, and patted his shoulder. "It's probably just different tastes, man, I'm kinda picky like that." She hadn't found much to eat that suited her tastes but she wasn't going to complain about that when there were better things to to.

"Yeah? Same here. Gotta wonder what they have against variety, huh?"

"Sorry," he said automatically and smiled nervously shrugging. "I don't think that giving us interesting food is high on their priorities." He had a very low opinion of their kidnappers, he didn't believe they cared about their happiness or comfort at all, despite what their notes said.

"Hey, it's not your fault." Marceline shrugged. "So don't be sorry. If anyone should be it's those flippin' guys. Telling someone their world's been destroyed isn't the best way to wake up in the morning. And really," she sighed, "the food doesn't have to be interesting, just has to be edible, I guess." She didn't know too much about who had pulled them all from their homes, but she knew enough to be more than a little upset. She'd lived through the end of the world once, who was to say she wouldn't have survived again? The thought made her blood start to boil.

Taiki nodded, "The world wasn't destroyed." He said semi confidently, "I don't think I would be alive if it was." After all if there was no world left for Tai to be in then there would be no need for a king and no need for a Kirin.

Erik was wandering, as usual. He couldn't stay still in this place--inertia was something he abhorred in the best circumstances, and this was far from them.

Everything in this place set him on edge; the captivity, the lies being told to them by their 'patrons'. He was going to find a way out if he had to tear down the entire tower to do so.

Seeing the pale woman, he raised a slightly eyebrow, but gave away no other indication that he was curious.

The wandering man caught her eye, in a sort of curiosity- what was he looking for, did he know his way around here? It'd certainly save time if she knew what to avoid, but half the fun was in exploring.

Still, it wouldn't hurt to have the heads up. Completely missing the quirked brow, she waved. "Hey, man, you know your way around this messed-up place?"

"Relatively." Erik returned her question evenly. He didn't wave back, but he did stop walking, at least. "Been here a month, and this place has a habit of changing things around."

"Well, that makes this so much easier then." Marceline couldn't help but growl; what good would exploring do if things switched up? Where was this place and who got away with that kind of junk? She fought back an urge to just scream, though she couldn't quite compose herself enough to keep a hint of a snarl off her face. "Great. Just great. Does anything make sense in this funhouse?"

"No." Erik looked at her with a bit of amusement. "Though your face shows how I feel about this place most days."

He couldn't get his bearings, as much as he would like to--nothing felt right, and with the collar around his neck, was constantly ready to lash out.

Now, in all her few days of being in this infernal prison, Rose was more glad to hear the sound of an instrument playing than anything else she had experienced. Perhaps even more glad than running into Spain or Canada, not that she'd ever admit to it. Whoever had put her here had provided her with something to listen to music with, but nothing to play it on and that drove her a bit mad, to be honest.

So when she wound up hearing some poor unfortunate soul playing away at their bass guitar, it sort of made her both a little more comfortable that there was other sources of music within the tower, and a little sad that she was unable to bring any talents of her own to the table.

It wouldn't have been courteous of her to just barge into the room from where the music originated, but when she saw a rather pale girl walk out of the room, she pursed her lips and hurried along down the corridor. Part of her thought it might have been a better idea to turn around and walk the other way, but she was a stubborn one, this England, so donning a smile, she matched her pace with the girl's.

"Uehm, I hope you don't find this too terribly rude, but ueh, was that you playing the music last night? Because if it was, it was rather fabulous like." said Rose.

The girl matching her pace made Marceline stop. She knew she had been loud but she hadn't really counted on other residents commenting, except maybe to tell her to hush. The compliment pulled a happy smile from her; she always loved to hear things like that.

"Hey, it's cool. Glad you liked it, though I gotta say, I was hoping one of the bosses of this place would come say something. I wanted some answers." Even with the grin on her face, her tone was that of someone facing minor disappointment, and the irritation of being new and knowing nothing. "You been here long enough to know what would get their attention?"

It was hard to hear the bass playing from her room, considering that she was far away, but even if it was soft, she still heard it. Still, she had also decided that it was a day to explore with her pokemon. Granted, only her Pikachu was outside of her pokeball, but that didn't mean that the rest were less important.

Seeing Marceline, she smiled, noticing the instrument on her back. "Oh, were you the one that was playing yesterday?"

Marceline smiled back, slightly, and nodded. "Yep. Didn't quite get what I wanted but I got a new song out of the deal."

She focused her attention on the small yellow rodent-looking animal beside the girl, confused by what it was. Did mice even get that big? "Pretty cool looking pet there," she said, still trying to figure out just what it was.

"Oh?" She asks, raising an eyebrow. "What did you want to do?"

When Marceline mentions her Pikachu, she smiles, and Chu Chu gives a cheerful "pika!". "Thank you! She's my friend, Chu Chu. She's a Pikachu."

"Well, I wanted to get the attention of someone in charge, maybe get some answers," Marceline scowled as she crossed her arms over her chest. "But apparently they don't seem to care what the flip happens at late o'clock here."

The chirpy sound startled Marceline into the air- she hadn't expected it, but she settled back closer to the ground quickly. "Never heard of that kinda animal." She floated over for a closer look. 'Chu Chu' huh? "She's kinda cute though."

"No they really don't....they really don't tell us much, and from what I know, it's a dangerous place." She looks down at the floor and then back up. "So we have to find a way out of here. Or at least back to where we come from."

She a bit taken aback by Marceline being startled, but a smile spreads across her face. "Oh, she's not an animal. She's a pokemon, and one of my friends. She just said hello."

"I'd like nothing better," Marceline scowled, crossing her arms. Ooo might have had its places and moments, but Marceline knew what she was doing there. She knew where to go and how to get away if she needed to, and how to handle anything that cropped up there. Getting used to a new place, especially one she didn't hope to be in for long, wasn't her favorite thing.

She'd never heard of 'pokemon', but she knew about being friends with creatures, and she could respect that. "You can understand her?" she had to ask. Honestly, she was still trying to get past the fact that Chu Chu looked kind of like a giant mouse.

She quirks an eyebrow, crossing her arms, a thoughtful look on her face. "Well, maybe they will tell us, someday. But if they don't, then we should try to find out by ourselves. Don't you think?" Even if she looked like she could never harm a fly, Yellow had already learnt more than enough when it came to fighting evil people and being in dangerous situations. And if her Pokemon were by her side, then she had no problems.

She gives a small smile when asked the question, nodding. "Yep. I can sort of understand her thoughts and feelings. It's an ability I have..."

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