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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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[She might sound just the tiniest bit wistful there, but it's fleeting, and totally gone as she keeps chatting away and asking questions.]
And yeah, of course you can still be a band! How many people do you normally have, though? And are you all robots?
[That would definitely make for a pretty interesting band. Even just one robot would make it pretty interesting, really. Too bad all the members of Gas Chamber had vanished--these guys could've been an awesome addition to Gas Chamber: Tower Addition!]
Instruments like that are eye-catching for sure! You don't see a lot of bands these days with accordions. But maybe there would be if more people could play like that! And...[...suddenly she's...not so sure she should ask...]...what other "unusual instruments" is he talking about?
[And again, directed solely at The Spine,]
What do you play? I can only play the piano a little.
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[Not really, but he isn't going to say as much. Knowing your purpose has a way of removing the potential to aspire to more, didn't it?
So many questions. The Spine tries to find a suitable place to interject. There... isn't really one, at least not until he's directly addressed.]
Uh... Mostly guitar, Miss Rise. Electric acoustic, sometimes bass. I'm also programmed to play keyboard--pianos, too.
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[Rabbit liked his purpose. Thought it was a pretty bangin' purpose actually.]
I play the me-melodica too. Accordion an' melodica. Spine here has a whole bu-bunch of instruments he plays, he's real talented.
[Programming, talent, potato potahto]
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[Figuring out that sort of thing was pretty hard; knowing for sure that you even had a purpose might be pretty nice. Of course, then you'd probably worry that it was the only thing you were good for...so it wasn't exactly easy either way, was it.
Melodica? Hmm, Rise's...actually not 100% sure she knows what that is. But that, plus guitar, bass, keyboard, accordion...that's a pretty decent selection of instruments. :D]
So what kind of music do you guys play?
[INQUIRING POP-IDOLS WANT TO KNOW XD]
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As it is, he gives the copper automaton's shoulders a light squeeze.]
Nothin' particular. We've picked up a lot of influences over the years--swing, croonin', the British Invasion.
[HARMONIES, man. All of the harmonies.]
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Sounds pretty cool! Maybe I'll get to hear you guys play sometime, huh?