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towerofanimus2013-08-11 10:46 am
hexen) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-11 10:46 am
Entry tags:
[open] cautionary tales
Characters: Adalind and OPEN
Setting: Room 1-19 on her first day, Cafeteria on the second in the morning, the elevator later that day.
Format: Either.
Summary: Adalind gets settled in and explores.
Warnings: None yet. Will update if needed.
➝ 1-19
[ The sleep paralysis was new but if Adalind knew anything, it was don't freak out just because you can't move. If she was captured or kidnapped, her best shot at getting out of it was definitely not bolting up and alerting everyone to the fact that she was awake. Instead, she focused on moving just her finger. When she finally could she very slowly turned her head to glance at the rest of the room.
Once it was obvious that she wasn't in immediate danger, she sat up and guided her feet to the floor, then slowly ran her hands down her body, feeling the new suit before they darted up to her neck to feel the collar. She slides her fingers beneath it and her skin and tries to pry it open, but it isn't as though that would work without her powers. (Or at all, but she doesn't know that just yet.) Her eyes move to the letter next and she reads through it quickly, a slight panic running through her mind that doesn't necessarily show except for the slight tightness of her fingers pressing against the papers before she finishes. She wasn't entirely sure she believed the bit about her world being dead, but that was something she could work out of someone later.
Right now, there was something more important. Adalind moved over to the trunk at the end of her bed and opened it up, carefully pulling each item up to examine what it is. Well, at least if anyone had gone through her things it was unlikely that they could read the proper names on the labels to know what some of these things were. The leeches might've seemed a bit weird if someone had gone through her things, but everything else just looked like a mystery. Adalind removed the dress from her affects to set on the bedspread, then took out the last vial hidden beneath it, a bright smile pulling to her lips as she realized what it was.
If the world had gone to hell this was the one and only thing that she wanted from it.
If she wasn't well aware that this potion needed to be at least relatively fresh, Adalind probably would've erred on the side of caution and made moves to figure out if there was anything here that would effect the potion or just how long it had been since this zaubertrank had been concocted, but since the recipe had originally required a still-beating heart, she had a feeling that the shelf-life wasn't particularly extensive. Adalind moved over to the bed after placing the dress back in the trunk, in case she had some kind of negative or unexpected reaction to this and downed the contents of the vial she held in her hand, then crawled back into bed to try to sleep or at least look like she was sleeping. She had no idea if this would be painful or not and from the looks of things, this room would be shared so she needed people to not notice. Adalind would stay in her bed for the rest of the day, just to make sure that this worked properly without outing herself as what she truly was.
If you're one of her roommates, feel free to check on her or ask if she's okay since she's going to fake being 'sick' for the rest of the day just to excuse herself. Not that she'd normally have to.. she's actually feeling pretty fine compared to how she had been recently. ]
➝ Cafeteria
[ Finally, that dress was going to get some use because Adalind was not going out wearing that white thing if she could help it. Once she changed clothes, it was off to get something to eat. Oatmeal wasn't her food of choice, but it wasn't the worst thing it could've been and skipping breakfast made for misery in more than one way. Adalind did lament the lack of fruit involved in it since that was where most of the vitamins came from, but if that was all they were going to give her, she wasn't going to knock it too much. She was hungry. From the looks of this place, she wasn't exactly going to be getting five-star meals anymore either, so oatmeal was at least a good place to start adjusting.
Adalind doesn't finish the whole bowl, but she gets enough of it that she's full, then goes to dispose of it. Shortly after? She's looking around for someone to ask a few questions. After all, as much as those letters provided with information, it was a little more difficult to get the answers to some questions. (And a little harder then to get the answers to the one she wanted, so getting closer to people was going to be the first step in that unless she got really, really lucky.) ]
Excuse me, do you think I could bother you for just a minute? [ Adalind is going straight for the nearest person who looks like they might have their stuff together, a winning smile gracing her lips both welcoming and confident. ]
➝ Elevator
[ After Adalind's gone and got a few questions of hers answered, she's decided that the best way to start exploring is to figure out exactly which floors she can access using the elevator. It might take her a while, but once she's left the cafeteria she'll be making her way to each floor that the elevator can access and spending quite a bit of time on said elevator. Knowing which places are easiest to get to and safest is going to be a lot easier than just going and trying to walk up the staircase alone to figure out just what's on each floor. It's a good first step, though, since she definitely wants to know more about this place. If you use the elevator more than once, it's likely that you'll see her more than once that day. ]
Setting: Room 1-19 on her first day, Cafeteria on the second in the morning, the elevator later that day.
Format: Either.
Summary: Adalind gets settled in and explores.
Warnings: None yet. Will update if needed.
➝ 1-19
[ The sleep paralysis was new but if Adalind knew anything, it was don't freak out just because you can't move. If she was captured or kidnapped, her best shot at getting out of it was definitely not bolting up and alerting everyone to the fact that she was awake. Instead, she focused on moving just her finger. When she finally could she very slowly turned her head to glance at the rest of the room.
Once it was obvious that she wasn't in immediate danger, she sat up and guided her feet to the floor, then slowly ran her hands down her body, feeling the new suit before they darted up to her neck to feel the collar. She slides her fingers beneath it and her skin and tries to pry it open, but it isn't as though that would work without her powers. (Or at all, but she doesn't know that just yet.) Her eyes move to the letter next and she reads through it quickly, a slight panic running through her mind that doesn't necessarily show except for the slight tightness of her fingers pressing against the papers before she finishes. She wasn't entirely sure she believed the bit about her world being dead, but that was something she could work out of someone later.
Right now, there was something more important. Adalind moved over to the trunk at the end of her bed and opened it up, carefully pulling each item up to examine what it is. Well, at least if anyone had gone through her things it was unlikely that they could read the proper names on the labels to know what some of these things were. The leeches might've seemed a bit weird if someone had gone through her things, but everything else just looked like a mystery. Adalind removed the dress from her affects to set on the bedspread, then took out the last vial hidden beneath it, a bright smile pulling to her lips as she realized what it was.
If the world had gone to hell this was the one and only thing that she wanted from it.
If she wasn't well aware that this potion needed to be at least relatively fresh, Adalind probably would've erred on the side of caution and made moves to figure out if there was anything here that would effect the potion or just how long it had been since this zaubertrank had been concocted, but since the recipe had originally required a still-beating heart, she had a feeling that the shelf-life wasn't particularly extensive. Adalind moved over to the bed after placing the dress back in the trunk, in case she had some kind of negative or unexpected reaction to this and downed the contents of the vial she held in her hand, then crawled back into bed to try to sleep or at least look like she was sleeping. She had no idea if this would be painful or not and from the looks of things, this room would be shared so she needed people to not notice. Adalind would stay in her bed for the rest of the day, just to make sure that this worked properly without outing herself as what she truly was.
If you're one of her roommates, feel free to check on her or ask if she's okay since she's going to fake being 'sick' for the rest of the day just to excuse herself. Not that she'd normally have to.. she's actually feeling pretty fine compared to how she had been recently. ]
➝ Cafeteria
[ Finally, that dress was going to get some use because Adalind was not going out wearing that white thing if she could help it. Once she changed clothes, it was off to get something to eat. Oatmeal wasn't her food of choice, but it wasn't the worst thing it could've been and skipping breakfast made for misery in more than one way. Adalind did lament the lack of fruit involved in it since that was where most of the vitamins came from, but if that was all they were going to give her, she wasn't going to knock it too much. She was hungry. From the looks of this place, she wasn't exactly going to be getting five-star meals anymore either, so oatmeal was at least a good place to start adjusting.
Adalind doesn't finish the whole bowl, but she gets enough of it that she's full, then goes to dispose of it. Shortly after? She's looking around for someone to ask a few questions. After all, as much as those letters provided with information, it was a little more difficult to get the answers to some questions. (And a little harder then to get the answers to the one she wanted, so getting closer to people was going to be the first step in that unless she got really, really lucky.) ]
Excuse me, do you think I could bother you for just a minute? [ Adalind is going straight for the nearest person who looks like they might have their stuff together, a winning smile gracing her lips both welcoming and confident. ]
➝ Elevator
[ After Adalind's gone and got a few questions of hers answered, she's decided that the best way to start exploring is to figure out exactly which floors she can access using the elevator. It might take her a while, but once she's left the cafeteria she'll be making her way to each floor that the elevator can access and spending quite a bit of time on said elevator. Knowing which places are easiest to get to and safest is going to be a lot easier than just going and trying to walk up the staircase alone to figure out just what's on each floor. It's a good first step, though, since she definitely wants to know more about this place. If you use the elevator more than once, it's likely that you'll see her more than once that day. ]
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But talking about this of all things when the wound is still so raw.. ]
.. I want to get rid of them. [ It doesn't answer the question, probably. But it's the truth at least, otherwise she wouldn't even have touched it. Even as she says it though, she's not looking at the woman directly. ]
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[ There's a clear exception in her tone, though. ]
It's none of my business, but if you wanted to get rid of it Floor 41 seems like the best place to lose a few bugs.
[ If she's right and that was important, that should at least prod the girl into objecting to it. After all, that'd be a pretty crappy grave. If they weren't important the girl could've just tossed them in the trash. ]
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I hate bugs. [ She's being sincere, judging by the sheer fear that seems to come from her voice as she says it. Yet she's still clinging onto the board, despite the bugs on it.. she just has to somehow make sure they aren't really somehow her friends before she destroys it. She couldn't handle doing that to them.. ] I hate them.. [ She repeats it as if the first time wasn't already clear enough. ]
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[ Her tone isn't exactly comforting or understanding like most peoples' might if they were really trying to help her. It's not gentle like she's lending out a hand, nor is it making fun of her. There's an honest curiosity coupled with a difficult-to-discern undertone of judgment. ]
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That's right, she has to be strong. Strong Asahi. Even now. Maybe she should just ask Giorno what to do if she can't do it herself, but..
.. For now, there's no Giorno. There's only her in the elevator with this woman and a question hanging in the air. Her stomach drops to what feels like all the way to her feet. ]
The tower's messing with us. [ It's half-mumbled, her expression obscured by her hair hanging down more wildly than usually. ] If I do, something bad's going to happen, I just know it..
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[ It's a good way to find out information at least. ]
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[ Out of sheer emotion Asahi finally looks directly at the woman, her eyes wide - if anything, she almost looks a little like a panicked animal driven into a corner or something like that. Mostly just because of the whole situation though and the fact that she's still so caught up with the "present" she got from the tower.
She stops and manages to catch herself just in time, although she still doesn't really look super calm. ]
.. Are you really that new?!
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[ It's true enough at least. She might've woken up the previous day, but she definitely didn't leave the room until this morning just in case. ]
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So you really don't know anything.. [ She sighs. She's so not in the mood for explanations, but not saying anything is practically the same as maybe letting this woman die somehow, and she can't feel good knowing she might have caused that, so.. ]
.. Practically.. almost everything here can kill you. Or hurt you, at least. That's the main idea behind this place.
[ Her usual energy is nowhere to be found. ]
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[ That doesn't sound good. Adalind's a little bit skeptical. ]
And that has to do with a bunch of bugs, so I'm assuming you're expecting them to seek revenge if you don't take care of them.
[ That sounds more like something Adalind would deal with.. ]
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They didn't save us at all. Their intent wasn't to save us, either way, there's no way they would save us and then hurt us again and again.. they just wanted some easy guinea pigs! [ Her hold on the board tightens, and at least her spirit is flaring up a little bit.. she's never been good at holding back her temper. ]