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towerofanimus2013-05-11 09:43 pm
awfulsentimetal) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-11 09:43 pm
Ever since the first time I opened my eyes
Characters: The Spine and YOU
Setting: Room 03-20, elevator, and the floor three library.
Format: Prose, brackets, whichever!
Summary: The Spine arrives in the Tower and is displeased.
Warnings: None
Room 03-20
The letter crumples in The Spine’s hand. What it has to say is as impossible as it is concise. He is quite certain that he would have noticed the world ending; a catastrophe on that scale would force him out of stasis, surely. His external sensors exist for a reason. No, far more likely that this is the work of another ambitious mad scientist stealing a Walter automaton to find out what makes them tick.
…Which, while plausible, doesn’t go very far towards explaining how he had gone into stasis in the Hall of Wires and come back online in this strange room, wearing a white coverall—leotard--not his normal clothes. Factor in the letters and the evidence that there are other occupants of this room and it becomes even less likely. Then there’s the fact that he had been able to move after thirty seconds of paralysis and had not been strapped down as he had initially feared—the facts were beginning to skew in the letter’s favor.
Not thinking about it. It has to be a case of kidnapping (stealing, kidnapping is for people, not robots classified as heavy machinery) because the alternative is... Everything, everyone, being gone. Six, QWERTY, his brothers--
No. Nope. Not thinking about it.
He frowns and sets the letter aside, then picks up the second piece of paper. Well… might as well read all of the provided material. Then see if there’s anything useful in that trunk at the end of the bed, and after that…
…Find the exit.
Elevator
Waiting for the elevator is a tall, thin, silver-faced robot. His clothes are nicely tailored and predominantly black, and there’s a black fedora on his head. He seems rather irritated by the collar around his neck, occasionally tugging at it and venting steam before dropping his hand back to his side.
Floor Three
Floor one ought to be where a building’s exit is located, in a well-ordered world. Evidently this wasn’t one, as The Spine had found himself in a large cafeteria. One perplexed look around and he had turned right back around and found the stairs. Two flights took him into a library. As soon as he found it he decided to stay holed up with the books until he had learned everything he could about this strange place he's found himself held captive in.
If only it were that easy.
The Spine sits with books piled around him, long legs folded. None of them are useful. Not a single one. He's on the verge of giving up entirely, face resting in his hands in a very human expression of defeated exhaustion.
Setting: Room 03-20, elevator, and the floor three library.
Format: Prose, brackets, whichever!
Summary: The Spine arrives in the Tower and is displeased.
Warnings: None
Room 03-20
The letter crumples in The Spine’s hand. What it has to say is as impossible as it is concise. He is quite certain that he would have noticed the world ending; a catastrophe on that scale would force him out of stasis, surely. His external sensors exist for a reason. No, far more likely that this is the work of another ambitious mad scientist stealing a Walter automaton to find out what makes them tick.
…Which, while plausible, doesn’t go very far towards explaining how he had gone into stasis in the Hall of Wires and come back online in this strange room, wearing a white coverall—leotard--not his normal clothes. Factor in the letters and the evidence that there are other occupants of this room and it becomes even less likely. Then there’s the fact that he had been able to move after thirty seconds of paralysis and had not been strapped down as he had initially feared—the facts were beginning to skew in the letter’s favor.
Not thinking about it. It has to be a case of kidnapping (stealing, kidnapping is for people, not robots classified as heavy machinery) because the alternative is... Everything, everyone, being gone. Six, QWERTY, his brothers--
No. Nope. Not thinking about it.
He frowns and sets the letter aside, then picks up the second piece of paper. Well… might as well read all of the provided material. Then see if there’s anything useful in that trunk at the end of the bed, and after that…
…Find the exit.
Elevator
Waiting for the elevator is a tall, thin, silver-faced robot. His clothes are nicely tailored and predominantly black, and there’s a black fedora on his head. He seems rather irritated by the collar around his neck, occasionally tugging at it and venting steam before dropping his hand back to his side.
Floor Three
Floor one ought to be where a building’s exit is located, in a well-ordered world. Evidently this wasn’t one, as The Spine had found himself in a large cafeteria. One perplexed look around and he had turned right back around and found the stairs. Two flights took him into a library. As soon as he found it he decided to stay holed up with the books until he had learned everything he could about this strange place he's found himself held captive in.
If only it were that easy.
The Spine sits with books piled around him, long legs folded. None of them are useful. Not a single one. He's on the verge of giving up entirely, face resting in his hands in a very human expression of defeated exhaustion.
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[Said with a smile, as he sees no reason to be particularly bothered by her proclamation just yet. She's a witch? And he's a human.]
Just what is a witch doin' in a place like this, Miss Beatrice?
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Hmm.. "hanging around", I guess you'd call it that? Of course a witch like me can leave at any time [ a lie ] but it's much too amusing here to go! [ that's actually the truth though. ]
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...Of course she does. He's only been here for a few hours.]
Is it, now? Just what do you find to amuse yourself with around these parts, if you don't mind me askin'?
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Haven't you seen the other floors yet? There's plenty of stuff to see, enough to keep yourself occupied for ages! Even a witch wouldn't get bored here!
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Kyahaha, wha-t, are you the type of guy who likes ball pits? There's one of those here..!
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...No, Miss Beatrice, I can't say that I am.
[Ball pits. Yeesh.
... This probably ought to be a clue that he's being trolled, but The Spine continues on in blissful ignorance.]
I'd be interested in findin' out if there's any floors that let you see the sky. Do you know of any?
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Floor 61 has a clear blue sky, if that's your kind of thing! As far as the eye can see, even..! You can wander as far as you want around there to see it.
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[Nope, still not catching on to being trolled.]
I'll have to take a look at it later. Thank you, Miss Beatrice. Is there anythin' I can do to help you? Y'know, return the favor.
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I can agree to that.
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[ Important to know if she's going to cash in on that favor later, after all. ]
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I'm called The Spine, Miss Beatrice. My apologies for not introducin' myself earlier.
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She takes a step back. ]
Got it! [ a giggle. ] I'll remember it for su-re!