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towerofanimus2013-06-10 04:15 pm
awfulsentimetal) wrote in towerofanimus2013-06-10 04:15 pm
Palms rise to the universe...
Characters: The Spine and YOU... guest-starring Rabbit (Night)!
Setting: Floors 61, 5, and 28
Format: Action spam, but I'll switch to prose if you'd rather!
Summary: The Spine is dealing with recent events as best he can--as well as that creepy feeling that sleeping in his dormitory room may not be the wisest thing to do.
Warnings: Robots?
Floor Sixty-One
[A week or so ago, The Spine had been directed to this floor if he wished to see the sky. There certainly was a sky to see, but it was not the one he had hoped for. For one thing, there were far too many eyes. He stands just inside the door, brim of his fedora pushed up with a silver finger as he regards the clouds and mountains with evident suspicion.]
Floor Five
[As dangerous as exploring could be in the Tower, The Spine was restless, particularly after discovering that the sky he had been promised was as false as everything else in this place. It's beginning to get to him, this knowledge that nothing is real. Nothing, except the souls that he and his brother shouldn't by rights have. The souls that made death, real death, a possibility.
He finds his way to the viewing stations and stays there for a while, expression impassive as he stares at the ruin of his world.]
Floor Twenty-Eight: Day
[The Spine can be found standing near the back wall with a guitar in his hands, playing as he quietly sings one of two songs.]
Floor Twenty-Eight: Night
[Night time will find two automatons sitting close in the music room. Being surrounded by instruments is a great comfort, as is the presence of each to the other. They might not need to sleep, but wandering the hallways at night is dangerous--as is, The Spine feels certain, staying in their rooms where something lurks beneath their beds.
...It's a bit difficult to ignore the way some of the instruments occasionally play snippets of unsettling, unearthly tunes. No stasis time will be had this night for the silver automaton.]
{OOC Note: Tagging Floor Twenty-Eight: Night will get responses from both Rabbit and The Spine!}
Setting: Floors 61, 5, and 28
Format: Action spam, but I'll switch to prose if you'd rather!
Summary: The Spine is dealing with recent events as best he can--as well as that creepy feeling that sleeping in his dormitory room may not be the wisest thing to do.
Warnings: Robots?
Floor Sixty-One
[A week or so ago, The Spine had been directed to this floor if he wished to see the sky. There certainly was a sky to see, but it was not the one he had hoped for. For one thing, there were far too many eyes. He stands just inside the door, brim of his fedora pushed up with a silver finger as he regards the clouds and mountains with evident suspicion.]
Floor Five
[As dangerous as exploring could be in the Tower, The Spine was restless, particularly after discovering that the sky he had been promised was as false as everything else in this place. It's beginning to get to him, this knowledge that nothing is real. Nothing, except the souls that he and his brother shouldn't by rights have. The souls that made death, real death, a possibility.
He finds his way to the viewing stations and stays there for a while, expression impassive as he stares at the ruin of his world.]
Floor Twenty-Eight: Day
[The Spine can be found standing near the back wall with a guitar in his hands, playing as he quietly sings one of two songs.]
Floor Twenty-Eight: Night
[Night time will find two automatons sitting close in the music room. Being surrounded by instruments is a great comfort, as is the presence of each to the other. They might not need to sleep, but wandering the hallways at night is dangerous--as is, The Spine feels certain, staying in their rooms where something lurks beneath their beds.
...It's a bit difficult to ignore the way some of the instruments occasionally play snippets of unsettling, unearthly tunes. No stasis time will be had this night for the silver automaton.]
{OOC Note: Tagging Floor Twenty-Eight: Night will get responses from both Rabbit and The Spine!}
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"S-s-sure, Spine. ... First thing I'm go-gonna do when I get home... give everyone a hug. Then I'll wri-wri-write a letter to The Jon an'... see how he's doin'."
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"That sounds like a fine plan. After you're done writin' that letter and we've got it sent off to Kazooland, we'll have ourselves the biggest ice cream parade yet. How does that sound?"
Messy. But it would be a mess he was willing to deal with.
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Rabbit smiled faintly, reaching over to squeeze The Spine's hand gently in his own. "Y-yeah. The biggest one ye-ye-yet. We'll bring everyone with us, Ha-Hatchy an' the girls an' ol' Six. Everyone."
Rabbit didn't mind messes. He could take a big ice cream mess right about now, it would be better than sitting here feeling miserable.
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He was starting to think that maybe, just maybe this place would turn out to be worse than going missing in Vietnam.
"We'll get that old ice cream monster to march up front. It'll be sweet." ...Not an intentional pun, nor one that he appeared to be aware of. "And afterward we can have a sleepover with The Jon and tell stories."