[ during individuation event ]

[immortalia]

Characters: Anyone!
Setting: Workshop, briefly, but library for the overall setting.
Format: Action most likely.
Summary: After everyone has received their packages in the mail, Sertoria gets to work on distributing messages to people so that they can try to figure this out. Feel free to hijack threads and mingle around as you want! Sertoria will still be around if anyone wants to talk to her.
Warnings: Usual tower warnings, but mark them as needed in your post.

Sertoria had "woken" up early that morning to do her normal routine: Do a little morning patrol to see if anything changed in the tower overnight before checking her mail and the network (she found that the network was unreliable right now when trying to send any messages), and then if she didn't find anything, go work on some projects in the workshop.

However, she found an item in her box and froze while reading the nametag.

CXEV5001.

Either this was someone's cruel idea of a joke or--

Wait a second, didn't Waver say he received something weird in the mail? Sertoria was sure that no one she told about her designation would do something like this to her, so it had to be that. She slipped the nametag in to her robe's pockets and ran down to the workshop to begin writing a message on pieces of paper to distribute.

Everyone will be receiving a slip of paper under their doors roughly in the mid-morning when she's done with the slips of paper, her hands slightly marked with ink. It will read:



image reads: Did you receive something weird in the mail?

If yes, please meet me in the library so we can figure this out.

- Sertoria Cani

After that, she'll be waiting in the library for people to come around.

[ Library ]

Once Sertoria was done distributing her message, she was sitting down on one of the chairs with her legs crossed and head bowed. She was holding the nametag in between her fingers, wondering why this was her "package." Well... Whatever it was, she was sure the tower's residents could figure it out. After all, she believed in them.

When someone does show up, she'll put the nametag away and greet them, forcing a small smile on her face.

"Hello. Shall we get to work?"

Comments

[bowandblade]

[He doesn't even glance at the dog's head as Lancer drops it, his gaze remaining on the other Servant as he idly turns the broken glasses in his hand. When his only companion had been reduced to mud, there was little of his original life that the administrators could use against him.]

This was a very deliberate choice. Can you not see how twisted the choices of gifts actually are?

[puppy_lancer]

From what I can see, they're meant to hurt. Reminders of home mixed with people's fears.

[He pets the dog head.]

Of course, mine's also pretty cool.

[bowandblade]

Yes, but they may also play off each other. [He raises the glasses, as if reminding Lancer to their existence.]

Imagine the upset if Saber was still here to see this. Imagine if you had the capacity to overthink why I would receive Ayaka's glasses and you would not.

[puppy_lancer]

...Yeah, he would take that a lot worse, wouldn't he?

[And that confirms Saber is gone too. Lancer never liked him much, but he would rather that Saber was here still. If only so they could wait for Ayaka together.]

[bowandblade]

[He smirks and nods, flipping the glasses one more time before tucking them away in one pocket. A stupid taunt to be sure, but he did adore Ayaka.

The shadow children crowd closer to the desk, hopping up and down as if looking at the decapitated dog's head. Archer scowls and rises up long enough to try to shoo them away.]

[puppy_lancer]

[He looks at Archer shooing the shadows away.]

Oh come on, what's the harm of letting them take a look? It's a pretty cool thing.

[bowandblade]

I do not understand how they cannot annoy you.

[But, then again, Lancer could not hear the whispers to the 'King of Uruk,' the 'king who would watch forever.']

[puppy_lancer]

...Because they don't say anything that I don't already know. They're right, you know.

[bowandblade]

As I said, tricks. They are also worse than being followed around by a retrieval unit.

[puppy_lancer]

You can draw on retrieval units and they stay quiet.

[He smiles, remembering the doodles some residents had made on their retrieval units.]

Come to think of it, do these things follow any of the drones?

[bowandblade]

Not that I have seen. [He eyes one of the shadow children as it seems to approach his jacket pocket.]

Has anyone discovered where they came from?

[puppy_lancer]

I dunno. They just...showed up. Sometime at the start of this week.

[bowandblade]

And you have never seen them before then?

[puppy_lancer]

[He shakes his head.]

Nope, not that I can remember.

[bowandblade]

[...Strange. But, at the same time, he couldn't say he was entirely surprised. He had been up and down the tower, and he had not seen that red door he had seen that one time.]

I have seen them before, somewhere else in the tower. A few weeks ago.

[puppy_lancer]

Oh? Where else?

[bowandblade]

I did not recognize the place.

[He sounds a little annoyed by that fact.]

[puppy_lancer]

Well, what did it look like? Maybe I can tell you where based on that.

[bowandblade]

Hn... [A thoughtful noise.] Water. There was some water tank that I was filling. The shadows were beyond the tank.

I had no control of my body, irritatingly enough.

[puppy_lancer]

Huh, that sounds like me back when I was on those administrator floors.

[He touches his chest. He can still remember Jason stabbing him.]

[bowandblade]

Administrator f-- [He cuts himself off, nodding as he realizes what he is referring to. If it was something that only the administrators had access to, he wouldn't have recognized it.] So something also happened to you.

[puppy_lancer]

Yep, I ended up getting dragged down there somehow. Didn't see any red doors, though.

[bowandblade]

You were dragged down there? For what purpose?

[puppy_lancer]

...Cleaning.

[Or rather stress relief. Remembering that, he reaches up to brush his chest again.]

[bowandblade]

[You are getting a long look, Lancer. And then a rather ... commanding motion with one hand. Elaborate.]