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towerofanimus2013-07-10 04:34 pm
duplicitousringleader) wrote in towerofanimus2013-07-10 04:34 pm
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001 - well there's a song on the radio that says "let's get this party started"
Characters: A newly-arrived Dio and whatever poor saps are unfortunate enough to meet him!
Setting: Room 04-14, Floor Five, and Floor Fourteen
Format: Action brackets to start with, but I'll switch to prose if you want!
Summary: Dio wakes up and discovers that he's moved from one horrific environment to another. Oh, well. Could be worse. Maybe he'll find more shit to sabotage here.
Warnings: Spoilers for VLR may come up while interacting with Dio; let me know if you'd like me to avoid them. Also, he's a huge jerk. If he treats your character rudely, it's not because I dislike you, it's because he's just that kind of person.
[Room 04-14 - closed to Quark.]
[This has got to be the worst sleep he's had in a really long time. Considering what he's been through lately, that's really saying a lot. Dio is not comfortable when he's conscious enough to realize he's in a bed, probably because he can't fucking move. If he could speak, he'd probably be cursing up a storm. There's a hard glint in his eyes that makes it pretty clear he's screaming obscenities in his mind.
Finally, he can sit up and take a better look around the room. Beds. Trunks. And not too far away - a person. And a familiar one, at that.
Quark. That little shit.]
Oh for fuck's sake - this is where you ran off to? We were looking all over, you little bastard!
[Don't tell him he's in a weird white jumpsuit yet, Quark. Let him figure that out for himself.]
[Floor Five]
[He's wearing his own clothes now (and thank god, because Dio in skintight clothing is probably something no one wants to see) and he's already had his obligatory bowl of oatmeal (and he didn't enjoy it). Now he's wandering, and the fifth floor looks interesting enough that he steps off the staircase and wanders further in.
At first, he ignores the viewfinders. They don't interest him much; he's more intrigued by the security station. But he doesn't get much out of the worker units staffing it, and after a few absolute failures at starting a conversation, he rolls his eyes and walks away. He starts for the stairs, but pauses and looks back at the viewfinders once more.
He wanders over to them and studies them with a contemplative expression. To look or not to look? That is the question...]
[Floor Fourteen]
Now this is more like it.
[He scoops up a remote and flops into a couch in the media room, pointing it at a television with an empty movie case nearby and turning it on. If there's already a movie in there, that saves him some time. What comes up seems to be some sort of a romantic tragedy, from the incredibly overdramatic breakup scene that Dio is greeted with. He raises an eyebrow as the girl on the screen begs her lover not to leave her even though she's pregnant with another man's child.
So much for this being more like it.]
Ooookay then. Gonna have to have a talk with whoever picked this movie. Talk about shitty tastes.
[Don't mind him as he just casually leaves the movie on while he starts looking through the rest of the selection.]
Christ, isn't there anything good to watch in this place? Just one stinking movie. That's all I'm asking for here!
Setting: Room 04-14, Floor Five, and Floor Fourteen
Format: Action brackets to start with, but I'll switch to prose if you want!
Summary: Dio wakes up and discovers that he's moved from one horrific environment to another. Oh, well. Could be worse. Maybe he'll find more shit to sabotage here.
Warnings: Spoilers for VLR may come up while interacting with Dio; let me know if you'd like me to avoid them. Also, he's a huge jerk. If he treats your character rudely, it's not because I dislike you, it's because he's just that kind of person.
[Room 04-14 - closed to Quark.]
[This has got to be the worst sleep he's had in a really long time. Considering what he's been through lately, that's really saying a lot. Dio is not comfortable when he's conscious enough to realize he's in a bed, probably because he can't fucking move. If he could speak, he'd probably be cursing up a storm. There's a hard glint in his eyes that makes it pretty clear he's screaming obscenities in his mind.
Finally, he can sit up and take a better look around the room. Beds. Trunks. And not too far away - a person. And a familiar one, at that.
Quark. That little shit.]
Oh for fuck's sake - this is where you ran off to? We were looking all over, you little bastard!
[Don't tell him he's in a weird white jumpsuit yet, Quark. Let him figure that out for himself.]
[Floor Five]
[He's wearing his own clothes now (and thank god, because Dio in skintight clothing is probably something no one wants to see) and he's already had his obligatory bowl of oatmeal (and he didn't enjoy it). Now he's wandering, and the fifth floor looks interesting enough that he steps off the staircase and wanders further in.
At first, he ignores the viewfinders. They don't interest him much; he's more intrigued by the security station. But he doesn't get much out of the worker units staffing it, and after a few absolute failures at starting a conversation, he rolls his eyes and walks away. He starts for the stairs, but pauses and looks back at the viewfinders once more.
He wanders over to them and studies them with a contemplative expression. To look or not to look? That is the question...]
[Floor Fourteen]
Now this is more like it.
[He scoops up a remote and flops into a couch in the media room, pointing it at a television with an empty movie case nearby and turning it on. If there's already a movie in there, that saves him some time. What comes up seems to be some sort of a romantic tragedy, from the incredibly overdramatic breakup scene that Dio is greeted with. He raises an eyebrow as the girl on the screen begs her lover not to leave her even though she's pregnant with another man's child.
So much for this being more like it.]
Ooookay then. Gonna have to have a talk with whoever picked this movie. Talk about shitty tastes.
[Don't mind him as he just casually leaves the movie on while he starts looking through the rest of the selection.]
Christ, isn't there anything good to watch in this place? Just one stinking movie. That's all I'm asking for here!
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[He's already seen the world pretty much end once. This... really isn't all that distressing to him. Quite the opposite, actually. He shrugs again. looking supremely unconcerned.]
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[Not apologizing for his actions, no; Morty tends to treat worlds the same way he does deceased relatives.]
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[what makes you hahaha.mp3]
The people in charge of this tower place are saving us, aren't they? We've got that to be thankful for, at least.
[Oh, Dio. If only you knew.]
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...They're saving us, in the sense that we are alive in here as opposed to dead out there.
But what they do to people in here is enough to make one wish they were dead.
[Well that was. Ominous.]
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Yeah? Tell me about it.
[He leans forward a bit, quite clearly interested in learning about what's been going on in here so far. The more he knew, the more he could do to get himself out of this unscathed.]
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This tower doesn't actually look like it does, with the furniture and floors and what-have-you. It's all generated by an extremely advanced glamour. And so are these bodies. In reality, we are all wire frames with our souls inside... in little containers. [He grimaces for a second before continuing.] Sometimes the glamour fails. And sometimes it doesn't, at which point one of the administrators -- his name is Jason -- begins stealing people out of the communal areas of the Tower so that he can privately perform experiments on them. Another one of the administrators, Ruana, likes activating 'games' around the Tower every so often that typically ends up with a large amount of people dead.
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The description of what goes on in the Tower and what their bodies really are does cause some measure of surprise in him. They were all just souls in manufactured bodies...? He can't help but wonder if this is part of the "ideal world" that Brother was striving for. Jason and Ruana sound like they're just as sadistic as Zero, though; it's like some twisted combination of Free the Soul and the AB Project. Dio isn't sure whether or not he likes it.]
Damn. That shit's heavy - how long has it been going on?
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[Morty frowns and looks somewhere off to the side. This fact clearly upsets him quite a lot.]
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[Dio, being Dio, doesn't seem too bothered by Morty's visible upset; he wants to know what he's up against, here. That means talking about the situation even when they might not really want to.]