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towerofanimus2013-05-11 08:14 pm
tsunderebunny) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-11 08:14 pm
Episode 1: It's not always sunny after a storm
Characters: Barnaby and YOU!
Setting: Room 2-04, Dormitories, Library, Cafeteria, and Anywhere Else.
Format: Action. I can switch off on demand.
Summary: One retired hero arrives in the Tower and refuses to believe the news.
Warnings: Potential for irritability, deadpan snarking, and a few hints of depression.
Room 2-04:
[The seemingly innocent letter was promptly folded up and tossed away the moment Barnaby finished reading it. First he found himself in clothes that he never would dream of wearing, along with a collar that only compounded his embarrassment-- what kind of person did everyone think he was? Then, to add to the strangeness of the morning, the note dared to tell him that everything he knew had been laid waste.
He ran a hand through his hair, tossing his curls from his face.]
Don't tell me that people honestly believe all of this?
Everywhere Else:
[Barnaby set off on his own in search of something that made sense in this Tower, taking in every new piece of information with a dose of skepticism. Although the battle on top of the Justice Tower had been a bitter victory and Sternbild had finally awoken from its bizarre dream, he wasn't certain about how much in his mind could be trusted.
Not even his senses were infalliable. It was a painful lesson to learn.
That was why he wandered the halls with the attention of a detective, taking note of anything and everything that struck his interest. He would eventually end up in the Cafeteria when he got hungry, studying the menu with bemused interest as he took a short break. Later on he could be found in a quiet corner of the library, taking advantage of the comforting quiet to make sense of everything that had happened to him in recent days-- along with the strange situation he suddenly found himself in.]
Setting: Room 2-04, Dormitories, Library, Cafeteria, and Anywhere Else.
Format: Action. I can switch off on demand.
Summary: One retired hero arrives in the Tower and refuses to believe the news.
Warnings: Potential for irritability, deadpan snarking, and a few hints of depression.
Room 2-04:
[The seemingly innocent letter was promptly folded up and tossed away the moment Barnaby finished reading it. First he found himself in clothes that he never would dream of wearing, along with a collar that only compounded his embarrassment-- what kind of person did everyone think he was? Then, to add to the strangeness of the morning, the note dared to tell him that everything he knew had been laid waste.
He ran a hand through his hair, tossing his curls from his face.]
Don't tell me that people honestly believe all of this?
Everywhere Else:
[Barnaby set off on his own in search of something that made sense in this Tower, taking in every new piece of information with a dose of skepticism. Although the battle on top of the Justice Tower had been a bitter victory and Sternbild had finally awoken from its bizarre dream, he wasn't certain about how much in his mind could be trusted.
Not even his senses were infalliable. It was a painful lesson to learn.
That was why he wandered the halls with the attention of a detective, taking note of anything and everything that struck his interest. He would eventually end up in the Cafeteria when he got hungry, studying the menu with bemused interest as he took a short break. Later on he could be found in a quiet corner of the library, taking advantage of the comforting quiet to make sense of everything that had happened to him in recent days-- along with the strange situation he suddenly found himself in.]
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[Both in the 'that's interesting' sense and the 'oh god no' sense.
Barnaby toyed with his spoon as he spoke, idly waving it in his fingers as he thought about how the oatmeal was a silent blessing. It was a shred of normalcy before they were thrown into the fire.]
I'd prefer Barnaby, please. But, wouldn't you say that Phoenix is an interesting name itself?
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[Don't worry, he doesn't know you well enough yet to inflict nicknames on you, Barnaby. Barnaby already strikes him as a serious guy who wouldn't care for cutesy nicknames. Also, he's been called more than enough stupid (and insulting) nicknames in his day, and he doesn't want to do that to another person. He knows what it's like.]
True... I've never met another Phoenix. My folks had some creative ideas, you could say. Some people just call me Nick.
[He takes a bite of his oatmeal, and his face falls. It tastes even blander and the texture is even grosser than he'd expected. He feels like he's eating breakfast at Très Bien.]
My compliments to the chef. Although "chef" is a very generous term.
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[But painfully bland was better than the alternative. He would rather have something tasteless as his first meal in a strange place over being shoved into whatever the locals called 'food'.]
But Nick it is. There's something to be said for creativity, even if my parents were more traditional in their approach.
[He took another bite with a small, fond smile. Conversation made it easy to ignore the tastelessness of the dish.]