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towerofanimus2013-08-19 08:55 pm
bashfulshifter) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-19 08:55 pm
Entry tags:
Loose Ends
Characters: Rick and EVERYONE ELSE
Setting: First prompt - August 18th, third floor dorms/Room 3-08
Second prompt - August 19th, Floor 81 (lounge)
Format: Action-spam to start, can match though!
Summary: First prompt - Rick holds up his promise to Raven to check on Elsword--the day that the shadow children disappeared, granted, but he does what he can.
Second prompt - Puppy therapy! Rick clears out the fifth block lounge and lets Toby the dog keep whoever shows up entertained, as well as gather others to make sure that they're all recovering okay.
Warnings: In the first prompt, fire. In the second prompt, fluff.
August 18th - Room 3-08 - "If it smells like something's burning nearby, you've found him." (closed to Elsword)
[It finally seemed like the shadows were gone, and Rick had somehow made it through the evening prior without losing his life. Raven hadn't been so lucky.]
[He was a little late following up on his promise to the dying man, but to be fair, the days following were busy, tiring, and nearly fatal to himself. Still, he felt bad for not keeping up in a timely fashion; the least he could do was stop by, see if whoever lived in 3-08 was recovering okay. Or see who even lived in 3-08, to start.]
[That was Rick's first priority as he casually stepped out from the stairwell and walked his way down the halls, discretely checking the room numbers and names out of the corner of his eye. When he comes across the room mentioned, Rick almost wishes that neither resident is around--he's not quite sure what to say. What if they ask what brings him around? How is he even going to introduce himself? Oh my goodness, this is stressful.]
[Rick's face turns red in anticipation as he lingers in front of the eighth room to glance at the name plate. Czeslaw Meyer and Elsword...neither name rings a bell. Should he knock? Maybe he should knock. He really doesn't want to knock.]
[He stands with a hand half-raised in front of the door, frozen with apprehension.]
August 19th - Floor 81 - Puppy therapy
[People exiting the dorms on any floor will notice a rather unusual sign in front of the stairwell landings--handwritten to start, but they're identical, replicated with the printing press much earlier that morning. The handwriting is crooked and strange but meticulously organized, and thus, legible. It reads: ]
[He remembered seeing these done during exams when he was in college; not a lot could compare to the stress-relief abilities of playing with a dog, and goodness knows the Tower needed something to ease their minds after the past week. Rick was not exempt from this--Toby, though a lesser-heard voice, wanted nothing more than fun company and love, and Rick always felt inexplicably happy when he allowed the dog time to exercise. This was as much therapy for the guests as it was for the host.]
[It took him some time to move the furniture to the floor's sides. After that point, new arrivals to the lounge would be met with an old, grinning collie, who will gladly walk up to anyone with free hands and offer them a small plank of wood from the workshop. Of course, if others bring games of their own, there's no need to talk to the dog; as long as people have the chance to get together and relax, Rick will be happy.]
((ooc: If your character has some sort of group activity, just make a new thread for it and we can do this party-style! Or just post normally and be greeted by the dog. Fun times for all, fluff, profit, etc.!))
Setting: First prompt - August 18th, third floor dorms/Room 3-08
Second prompt - August 19th, Floor 81 (lounge)
Format: Action-spam to start, can match though!
Summary: First prompt - Rick holds up his promise to Raven to check on Elsword--the day that the shadow children disappeared, granted, but he does what he can.
Second prompt - Puppy therapy! Rick clears out the fifth block lounge and lets Toby the dog keep whoever shows up entertained, as well as gather others to make sure that they're all recovering okay.
Warnings: In the first prompt, fire. In the second prompt, fluff.
August 18th - Room 3-08 - "If it smells like something's burning nearby, you've found him." (closed to Elsword)
[It finally seemed like the shadows were gone, and Rick had somehow made it through the evening prior without losing his life. Raven hadn't been so lucky.]
[He was a little late following up on his promise to the dying man, but to be fair, the days following were busy, tiring, and nearly fatal to himself. Still, he felt bad for not keeping up in a timely fashion; the least he could do was stop by, see if whoever lived in 3-08 was recovering okay. Or see who even lived in 3-08, to start.]
[That was Rick's first priority as he casually stepped out from the stairwell and walked his way down the halls, discretely checking the room numbers and names out of the corner of his eye. When he comes across the room mentioned, Rick almost wishes that neither resident is around--he's not quite sure what to say. What if they ask what brings him around? How is he even going to introduce himself? Oh my goodness, this is stressful.]
[Rick's face turns red in anticipation as he lingers in front of the eighth room to glance at the name plate. Czeslaw Meyer and Elsword...neither name rings a bell. Should he knock? Maybe he should knock. He really doesn't want to knock.]
[He stands with a hand half-raised in front of the door, frozen with apprehension.]
August 19th - Floor 81 - Puppy therapy
[People exiting the dorms on any floor will notice a rather unusual sign in front of the stairwell landings--handwritten to start, but they're identical, replicated with the printing press much earlier that morning. The handwriting is crooked and strange but meticulously organized, and thus, legible. It reads: ]
Puppy Therapy
Floor 81
bring food/activities/squeaky toys
Floor 81
bring food/activities/squeaky toys
[He remembered seeing these done during exams when he was in college; not a lot could compare to the stress-relief abilities of playing with a dog, and goodness knows the Tower needed something to ease their minds after the past week. Rick was not exempt from this--Toby, though a lesser-heard voice, wanted nothing more than fun company and love, and Rick always felt inexplicably happy when he allowed the dog time to exercise. This was as much therapy for the guests as it was for the host.]
[It took him some time to move the furniture to the floor's sides. After that point, new arrivals to the lounge would be met with an old, grinning collie, who will gladly walk up to anyone with free hands and offer them a small plank of wood from the workshop. Of course, if others bring games of their own, there's no need to talk to the dog; as long as people have the chance to get together and relax, Rick will be happy.]
((ooc: If your character has some sort of group activity, just make a new thread for it and we can do this party-style! Or just post normally and be greeted by the dog. Fun times for all, fluff, profit, etc.!))
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[She'll probably notice the faded blue collar around his neck. Rick would formally shift back and expose his identity, however it took him quite a lot of concentration to actually contact Toby in the first place, and he's not sure he'll be able to get back to him should he let go. Veronica will just have to guess.]
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Guess I'm feeling better already.
[In truth, her own collar had actually started regaining some of its former color. She glances down at the wooden plank in its mouth.]
You wanna play boy? Want to fetch?
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[Rick wishes he could offer more active entertainment, but with how tired his guest looks, perhaps she'd prefer a calmer companion instead.]
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The return of the stick earns the old dog another round of petting, which she could tell both of them were content with.]
Good boy. Heh, I used to have a dog just like you.
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[In the meanwhile, he's fine with silently listening. It's what he's used to doing anyways.]
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Yup, one sort of like you. Really friendly. Traveled with me a while back.
[Slowly, her smile turned to a frown.]
Only one that would, everyone else just saw me as a monster.
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[Veronica is silent for a few seconds. Giving a shrug she continued stroking the dog's furry head.]
But rambling about the past isn't really a good idea right now, is it? What about you boy? You must have an owner, right?
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[Rick briefly considers playing the role of Toby and maintaining the illusion of silent, furry companion--however, that's caused him problems before, and he has no reason to lie to people in the Tower, particularly not since he's mentioned several times over the network that he's a shapeshifter anyways. Might as well tell her.]
[Hesitantly, the dog turns his head to the side and paws at his faded blue collar to draw attention to it.]
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Oh, you have a collar like everyone else. Too bad it doesn't come off, eh? Haven't seen many blue collars either.
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[After a moment's pause, inspiration hits and Toby lifts his right paw, as if to shake hands. However, it seems that his lower leg--the analogous right palm--has a jagged, mostly-healed cut near the middle. Perhaps, combined with the collar color, Veronica might recognize another individual she's seen in this condition?]
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You poor thing. Heh, you know, this actually reminds me of this guy I know. He has a blue collar, hopefully it's blue now anyway, and he had this cut on his hand.
[ Weird ]
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[...]
[...Otherwise this will be extremely awkward to explain later.]
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She stares uncomprehendingly at the dog.]
You know Rick? You must be his dog then. Makes sense.
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[Toby very pointedly shakes his head.]
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It knew Rick, She knew that much. And it kept whining for some reason about it. And with all those gestures that seemed so human.
...No. No.]
....Rick?
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Of all the things. She didn't expect to experience something like this.
Again.]
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[The dog calms himself and sits, quietly attentive, perhaps a bit worried. She's...not going to run away from him, is she? That would make him very sad.]
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Still, if this dog was Rick, she couldn't just leave, that would be horribly rude, even under the circumstances. She moved back to Rick a little and takes a seat.]
I... I'm sorry. I'm just a little surprised.
...You are Rick, right?
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[She mostly says it out loud to be sure she's not imagining it.]
It's not the weirdest thing I've ever seen. It's actually pretty cool.
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[He grins at the compliment, but is naturally very humble about it and bashfully rubs his nose with his paw. If he could speak--or show, as the case may be--he'd explain that the dog isn't his only form. Unfortunately they're being a touch fickle at the moment and he can't change back, or between. That talk will have to wait.]