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towerofanimus2013-05-16 03:52 pm
averytinyparticle) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-16 03:52 pm
01. these are uneasy times
Characters: Quark and you!
Setting: Dorm 4-14, the cafeteria, floor fifteen, and floor eighty-eight.
Format: starting with prose, but will follow your lead!
Summary: Quark wakes up and is…more confused than upset. Looks like it’s time to explore!
Warnings: None at the moment other than lots of exclamation marks from an excitable child.
DORM 4-14
Quark was stuck and it wasn’t a nice feeling, especially when one considered the fact that he had been running as fast as his little legs could take him a second ago. When did he fall asleep? This was bad. Very bad. He had something really important he needed to go tell Grandpa and the others! Of course, the second he was allowed access to his motor functions, all the thoughts of immediate urgency and so called “important information” escaped him.
Where was he?
Quark looked around at the white room, and the white thing he was wearing, and his face twisted in confusion. He looked down at his wrist, surprised to find the watch that they could “never ever remove unless they were dead or had won the Nonary Game” gone. But then, he was wearing a collar now. Was this a new level, or something? Gosh, that Zero…what was he planning? That rabbit was really bad at explaining rules.
Not much later, Quark had looked over the two letters on the nightstand next to him, as well as rifled through the trunk at the foot of his bed to change back into his own clothes (and hat—boy had he ever felt silly and naked without it, though he couldn’t help but be disappointed that the snacks he had had inside of it seemed to be gone forever…and he was saving something really really yummy in there, too!). The other items in there were small—things he had picked up during the Games—and fit them easily into his pockets. He wasn’t really sure why he was taking the watch along, though. Especially because it looked broken, now. But…well…it couldn’t hurt.
And honestly, the boy still wasn’t convinced that Zero wasn’t behind all of this. After all, going about his business just to be knocked out and then wake up in a strange room? It kind of fit the pattern. So did the vague details about his home world having been destroyed (a fact that he took with hardly any trouble or argument). One thing did worry him, though—where was everyone? Sigma, Phi, Clover, Alice, K, Luna, even Dio…but Grandpa. Where was his Grandpa?
Well, the only way he’d find any of them was to get up and start moving. So that’s just what he does.
CAFETERIA
And after a long, boring, elevator ride, Quark found himself in the Cafeteria. He had to admit he was kinda hungry, so decided to grab—a bowl of oatmeal? He didn’t remember picking that up at all but oh well. It was better than nothing. The boy found a seat, a bit disappointed that none of the foods were things he could easily store inside of his hat for later, and began to spoon the mush into his mouth.
He made a face. It wasn’t tasty. It wasn’t really so bad he could justify complaining or ‘nothin, but…man was it ever bland. Even Grandpa cooked better than this. It didn’t matter, anyway. He’d eat it, and then be super energized to continue searching! It wasn’t easy to be a sleuth on an empty stomach.
FLOOR FIFTEEN
And once Quark did continue on his merry way again, the first floor that caught enough of his attention to stop and look around was the fifteenth.
“Whoa!” he breathes, excitedly, as he begins to look around at all the tools and other thingamajigs. He doesn’t know what the names of all of them are, but back home they’d be super useful! They were the kind of items that he’d been trained to look for when he was out and about…man, Grandpa would be so excited. It was like finding a treasure chest. Too bad he can’t keep them.
In any case, that’s hardly going to stop the impetuous little bugger from examining a buzz saw. Someone might want to stop him from putting his fingers so close to it before he loses them, though Quark would never concede that he’s being reckless.
FLOOR EIGHTY-EIGHT
But when he finally works his way up to it, it’s this floor that really gets Quark excited. The second he recognizes it’s a bar, he all but throws himself into it—only to be disappointed when a quick look around reveals to him that his grumpy old Grandpa is nowhere to be seen through the smoke and haze.
Forlornly, he leans against the side of the pool table in the center of the room and stares down at the green felt. It’s finally starting to hit him that maybe nobody else made it here. Maybe…this isn’t part of the game he was playing before he woke up. Maybe Zero isn’t behind this—and maybe he’s all alone.
It really isn’t a very nice thought.
Setting: Dorm 4-14, the cafeteria, floor fifteen, and floor eighty-eight.
Format: starting with prose, but will follow your lead!
Summary: Quark wakes up and is…more confused than upset. Looks like it’s time to explore!
Warnings: None at the moment other than lots of exclamation marks from an excitable child.
DORM 4-14
Quark was stuck and it wasn’t a nice feeling, especially when one considered the fact that he had been running as fast as his little legs could take him a second ago. When did he fall asleep? This was bad. Very bad. He had something really important he needed to go tell Grandpa and the others! Of course, the second he was allowed access to his motor functions, all the thoughts of immediate urgency and so called “important information” escaped him.
Where was he?
Quark looked around at the white room, and the white thing he was wearing, and his face twisted in confusion. He looked down at his wrist, surprised to find the watch that they could “never ever remove unless they were dead or had won the Nonary Game” gone. But then, he was wearing a collar now. Was this a new level, or something? Gosh, that Zero…what was he planning? That rabbit was really bad at explaining rules.
Not much later, Quark had looked over the two letters on the nightstand next to him, as well as rifled through the trunk at the foot of his bed to change back into his own clothes (and hat—boy had he ever felt silly and naked without it, though he couldn’t help but be disappointed that the snacks he had had inside of it seemed to be gone forever…and he was saving something really really yummy in there, too!). The other items in there were small—things he had picked up during the Games—and fit them easily into his pockets. He wasn’t really sure why he was taking the watch along, though. Especially because it looked broken, now. But…well…it couldn’t hurt.
And honestly, the boy still wasn’t convinced that Zero wasn’t behind all of this. After all, going about his business just to be knocked out and then wake up in a strange room? It kind of fit the pattern. So did the vague details about his home world having been destroyed (a fact that he took with hardly any trouble or argument). One thing did worry him, though—where was everyone? Sigma, Phi, Clover, Alice, K, Luna, even Dio…but Grandpa. Where was his Grandpa?
Well, the only way he’d find any of them was to get up and start moving. So that’s just what he does.
CAFETERIA
And after a long, boring, elevator ride, Quark found himself in the Cafeteria. He had to admit he was kinda hungry, so decided to grab—a bowl of oatmeal? He didn’t remember picking that up at all but oh well. It was better than nothing. The boy found a seat, a bit disappointed that none of the foods were things he could easily store inside of his hat for later, and began to spoon the mush into his mouth.
He made a face. It wasn’t tasty. It wasn’t really so bad he could justify complaining or ‘nothin, but…man was it ever bland. Even Grandpa cooked better than this. It didn’t matter, anyway. He’d eat it, and then be super energized to continue searching! It wasn’t easy to be a sleuth on an empty stomach.
FLOOR FIFTEEN
And once Quark did continue on his merry way again, the first floor that caught enough of his attention to stop and look around was the fifteenth.
“Whoa!” he breathes, excitedly, as he begins to look around at all the tools and other thingamajigs. He doesn’t know what the names of all of them are, but back home they’d be super useful! They were the kind of items that he’d been trained to look for when he was out and about…man, Grandpa would be so excited. It was like finding a treasure chest. Too bad he can’t keep them.
In any case, that’s hardly going to stop the impetuous little bugger from examining a buzz saw. Someone might want to stop him from putting his fingers so close to it before he loses them, though Quark would never concede that he’s being reckless.
FLOOR EIGHTY-EIGHT
But when he finally works his way up to it, it’s this floor that really gets Quark excited. The second he recognizes it’s a bar, he all but throws himself into it—only to be disappointed when a quick look around reveals to him that his grumpy old Grandpa is nowhere to be seen through the smoke and haze.
Forlornly, he leans against the side of the pool table in the center of the room and stares down at the green felt. It’s finally starting to hit him that maybe nobody else made it here. Maybe…this isn’t part of the game he was playing before he woke up. Maybe Zero isn’t behind this—and maybe he’s all alone.
It really isn’t a very nice thought.
super belated tag is go.
[Fortunately for Quark, he hasn't had much to complain about so far in terms of encountering the horrors of the Tower.]
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[He's seen a few and was almost claimed by one.]