Wake Up

[queenofbass.livejournal.com]

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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[saccharose.livejournal.com]

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.

[queenofbass.livejournal.com]

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?"