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towerofanimus2013-09-13 08:50 pm
stitchedupbodyguard) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-13 08:50 pm
Entry tags:
is this life now?
Characters: Veronica and OPEN
Setting: Floor 26, 90, 84, and 51
Format: Will follow you
Summary: Veronica's adjusting to a new life
Warnings: Usual tower warnings. Etc.
Floor 26
[As far as Veronica was concerned, she was going to be staying in the tower for a while. It wasn't something she wanted, at all. But there didn't seem to be any way out for the time being. So, she might as well make the best of it for now. She's been in worse situations.
The first step was apparently getting a job. Veronica would have probably taken a job as a patroller, or a solider, but morgue worker worked too. She had honestly never done it before; all the work back home had been done by the Professor's workers. So she's slow at the start, inspecting the chambers, cleaning the tools, killing anything that tried to kill her. Veronica will be working hard when anyone walks in, her cloak sitting on one of the counters. Veronica simply wearing her shirt and pants.]
Floor 90
[Back at the lagoon again. Despite the inherent danger of the floor, as well as the fact that she couldn't swim, Veronica actually enjoyed the floor. it was nice looking, and sitting on the sand and thinking was a good way to pass the time.
The mermaids are leaving her alone this time. Although there's a few out in the water, glaring at her.]
Floor 84
[This floor was very, very strange. The blocky landscape was almost hard to look at when Veronica wandered through it. The whole place just felt so surreal, although the materials all around her were extremely easy to mine, so she soon had an armful of minerals. Unfortunately, it didn't last.
So if anyone is going through this floor, they might see a teenaged girl sitting on a tree, three creepers bouncing underneath her and hissing menacingly. She doesn't seem very scared of them though, sitting quietly and watching them with curiosity.]
Floor 51
[One of the few priorities Veronica had in the tower had led her to this floor, carefully carrying a large box in with her. The box given to her had contained the professor's clothes, shredded and covered in blood. The blood had been easily washed away, but the sewing part was the difficult part. Quite a bit out of her element, she goes to the nearest machine and tries to get it to work, mostly by pressing random things and accidently poking herself.]
Ow! Damnit!
Setting: Floor 26, 90, 84, and 51
Format: Will follow you
Summary: Veronica's adjusting to a new life
Warnings: Usual tower warnings. Etc.
Floor 26
[As far as Veronica was concerned, she was going to be staying in the tower for a while. It wasn't something she wanted, at all. But there didn't seem to be any way out for the time being. So, she might as well make the best of it for now. She's been in worse situations.
The first step was apparently getting a job. Veronica would have probably taken a job as a patroller, or a solider, but morgue worker worked too. She had honestly never done it before; all the work back home had been done by the Professor's workers. So she's slow at the start, inspecting the chambers, cleaning the tools, killing anything that tried to kill her. Veronica will be working hard when anyone walks in, her cloak sitting on one of the counters. Veronica simply wearing her shirt and pants.]
Floor 90
[Back at the lagoon again. Despite the inherent danger of the floor, as well as the fact that she couldn't swim, Veronica actually enjoyed the floor. it was nice looking, and sitting on the sand and thinking was a good way to pass the time.
The mermaids are leaving her alone this time. Although there's a few out in the water, glaring at her.]
Floor 84
[This floor was very, very strange. The blocky landscape was almost hard to look at when Veronica wandered through it. The whole place just felt so surreal, although the materials all around her were extremely easy to mine, so she soon had an armful of minerals. Unfortunately, it didn't last.
So if anyone is going through this floor, they might see a teenaged girl sitting on a tree, three creepers bouncing underneath her and hissing menacingly. She doesn't seem very scared of them though, sitting quietly and watching them with curiosity.]
Floor 51
[One of the few priorities Veronica had in the tower had led her to this floor, carefully carrying a large box in with her. The box given to her had contained the professor's clothes, shredded and covered in blood. The blood had been easily washed away, but the sewing part was the difficult part. Quite a bit out of her element, she goes to the nearest machine and tries to get it to work, mostly by pressing random things and accidently poking herself.]
Ow! Damnit!
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Uh, yeah, I'm fine. I just pricked my finger is all.
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[She turns her attention back to the sewing machine she was trying to operate, grumbling under her breath as she tried to get it working.]
Stupid thing...
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[She fumbles uselessly for a few seconds and just points to a box at her feet. Inside are some clothes, too big for her, shredded pretty badly.]
They're from my father... I got them around the time everyone else was getting strange things.
...They were covered in blood before.
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[That worried Irisviel, nothing good ever came from things being covered in blood]
Was your father involved in an accident?
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N-no...
I don't know...at least, I hope not.
I haven't seen him in a long time, even before I came to this place.
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You must be a strong girl to have lived on your own for so long.
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[It's odd. Veronica had never really talked about it with anyone. Anyone who cared anyway. She looks up at Irisviel, nodding thankfully.]
T-thank you. I... I'm Veronica.
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It's not a problem, Veronica. It is good to meet you, my name is Irisviel.
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[She looks back down at her "work," then up at Irisviel, then down again.]
Hey, uh, could you possibly... help me with this?
[She's really nervous as she asks. It's not everyday that she asks for anything, especially help.]
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...Could you help me figure out how to turn this thing on perhaps?
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[Irisviel smiles.]
We should look for a switch of some kind first, I know that much from watching the maids go about their work.
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The whole thing looks like it's covered in switches.