http://begin0peration.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] begin0peration.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2011-10-31 06:03 am

another "look, a new towermate!" thread

Characters: Fran, and whoever stumbles on in.
Setting: Her room, the halls.
Format: Anything goes.
Summary: Frankenstein's monster walks out of one of the dorms.
Warnings: Nothing, unless you consider Fran's, ah, natural charisma warning worthy.


The first word out of Fran's mouth once it chooses to start working again is a quiet "Ah," followed by "Perhaps there was a leak of halothane vapor? I don't remember going to sleep, and someone would have woken me if I was in the middle of a procedure..."

That's about when she notices the letters. The longer one she reads first and tucks away under her pillow, but the shorter text piques her curiosity. While the loss of the world is troubling as an understatement, the fact that she's still extant makes her contemplate how the definition of world is being applied - is it just whatever places she frequented? The people she knew? Was she saved from an unlucky, localized fluke of destruction or has she been abducted by curious, kindly aliens?


..it's a while later that Fran leaves the room she woke up in to go see the rest of this mysterious compound. She's still wearing the provided bodysuit, but with her poncho over it for a bit more modesty. Her gait is rather strange, like she can't find her center of balance.

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-11-01 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"...The infirmary is expansive, and restocks itself." Having been dragged in there several times, he could attest to it. There were many things there he had never seen before, including some kind of gel tablet that the trolls all took by the dozen. Perhaps it was some kind of daily supplement to help them transition from their old planet to this one, wherever this was.

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-11-01 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
At least one person here is happy with the situation... but then again, she's very new, so she'll learn eventually.

In the meantime, have Ienzo not caring.

"I'm glad your needs are suited." He spoke in a blank tone, not sounding glad in the least.

[identity profile] tempustemporum.livejournal.com 2011-11-01 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Our old physician disappeared recently." Surely she would be smart enough to figure out the rest, such as how to apply for a job. (He wasn't terribly concerned with having a girl with tackily-stitched skin grafts be the tower physician, for some reason; one would think that for all the books he reads, he would be a little bit more genre savvy.) The box was still sitting there in the cafeteria just like it had always been. Not that Ienzo had paid it any mind in the past, or would in the future...