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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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Right in the pick-off zone. Yeah.
"Thanks for the warnin', anyway." A pause, and then: "...What can you tell me about these darn collars we've got on us?"
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