Wake Up

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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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[token_vengeance]

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.

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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?"

[token_vengeance]

"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."

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"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?"

[token_vengeance]

"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.