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[ladyliberty]

Characters: Amelia and open
Setting: Various floors - post event
Format: I'll match you!
Summary: In the aftermath of the event, Amelia struggles to get back into the swing of things.
Warnings: None right now


(Room 1-07 | Tuesday Morning)

Amelia woke earlier than usual in the morning, and sat up with a wince and a sharp 'ah'. After hearing the announcement about a 'soft reset,' and the subsequent blackout-- and knowing from Amelia that death somehow wasn't permanent here-- she had been hoping that maybe her broken leg would reset as well. No such luck. Biting her lip, Amelia started the arduous process of getting out of bed. Even if she couldn't walk, there was no way she was staying still. She couldn't take any more of that.

Flutter-hopping over to her trunk for her clothes, Amelia was surprised to find, perfectly folded amidst the balled up t-shirts and things she'd gotten in the tower, was her Xavier's hoodie and a pair of jeans. Next to them, one of her favorite pairs of boots. She made a face.

"This is so not fair."


The jeans and boots are obviously a no-go, but she decides to wear the hoodie. It's comforting, and soft, and it's getting chillier in the tower. It takes her some time to get dressed, but eventually she's fully clothed, holding her weight on one foot and balancing herself with her wings.

That's when she notices the piece of paper on her night stand. Curious, she picks it up and scans it over.

And then, she screams.

Hopefully none of her roommates still needed their sleep!



(Cafeteria | Tuesday Morning)

Breakfast was always enough to make her feel a little better, as long as it wasn't those nasty nutrition bars. Amelia's a little disappointed to see that the menu has changed again-- she'd been really into that French toast-- but glad enough that it was still real food. And besides that, it looked like the lack of a Starbucks in the tower wasn't going to get in the way of getting her pumpkin spice fix this fall. It was the little things, really.



(Morgue | Tuesday Afternoon)

Seriously? Seriously, this was supposed to be her new job?

Amelia had never felt the least bit of desire to come onto this floor in her exploration-- like way too many things in the tower, it was majorly skeevy. Why would there even be a morgue here, if people came back to life?

Questions she probably shouldn't be asking.

Repressing a shudder, Amelia limps onto the floor and looked around, trying to get some kind of idea for what she's supposed to be doing.



(Meadow | Late Tuesday Afternoon)

After a somewhat harrowing afternoon cleaning out the morgue (seriously, yuck), Amelia is all too glad to pop down one floor to her favorite place in the tower. Spreading her wings and closing her eyes, she leaps into the sky, ignoring her injuries completely as she catches an updraft, soaring higher, higher, as high as she can go. This-- this is everything.



(Media Room | Tuesday Evening)

That evening, Amelia retires to the game floor, making herself comfortable (well, relatively) in a pile of beanbag chairs. She's playing a racing game and listening to some music that she'd found from home, although she only has one earbud in, and she's willing and eager to talk to anyone who may be passing through. Anyone up for 2P mode?


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Comments

Meadow

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick will have to apologize later for constantly bringing Amelia down from her ability-induced highs.]

[He doesn't recognize her gliding high above him at first, though he worries for a bit that she might be some new kind of flying monster that's appeared in the day and keeps a close watch. It takes a minute or so for him to catch on.]

...A-Amelia? [Then, projecting a bit more and waving when he's confident that it's her: ] H--Hey! Amelia!

[ladyliberty]

[What's that? Did someone call her name? Amelia wheels around and spirals lower until she can make out Rick standing in the grass.]

Oh, hey!

[She flies down to where he's standing and-- oh, shoot. She hadn't really thought about how she was going to land with only one good leg.

Awkwardly flapping to keep herself up, she tries to touch down on one foot, tottering a bit. It's not the most graceful thing in the world, but she manages.]

Hey, what's up?

[bashfulshifter]

[The smile on Rick's face fades when he recognizes the same problem that Amelia has.]

--Ah, y-you sh--should be--

[He hesitates while she hovers awkwardly in front of him, then decides it might be helpful if he tries to help her land somehow. Not sure how, but maybe Amelia has some ideas.]

--c-careful. [He's too concerned for Amelia's well-being to answer her question right now.] ...Are you s-sure you should b-be, ah...w-wandering a-around w-with...you know...

[Insert obvious gestures at broken leg here.]

[ladyliberty]

[Amelia reaches out and puts a hand on Rick's shoulder to steady herself as she regains her balance.] I'm fine, really. [She's not fine, obviously, but she isn't about to let that keep her grounded. It wasn't like she needed her legs to fly.]

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick opens his mouth to argue but thinks better of it. He doesn't want to get on her nerves, after all. But maybe he should stick around a bit longer, just in case.]

...You're d-doing o-okay, then?

media room;

[bydefacto]

[Sealand likes this room; likes spending a couple of hours listening to music or watching a movie now and then, just like he would back home. Today he'd come in with intention of getting away from England's watchful eye to play video games.

He sees Amelia though, and his attention is caught.]

Hey— Hey, you're the lady I talked to on the computer, on my birthday! Hi!

[ladyliberty]

Oh, hey kiddo! [Amelia looks up and smiles, waving the kid to come over.] How's it going? I hope last week wasn't too tough on you.

[bydefacto]

[Sealand goes over, collapsing down on a beanbag beside her. He nods, smiling.]

Sorta. I was stuck in a room with England and France and some other kids, and I think there were ghosts too. This place is scary sometimes... I've been okay, though.

[ladyliberty]

[England and France? This kid is so cute.]

At least you were probably safe upstairs in the rooms. It was kind of a mess down here.

[bydefacto]

You were digging us all out down here, right? [He sit up, watching Amelia with wide eyes.] You saved us all from the ghosts!

room 1-07

[humility]

[Aqua had been on her way to the elevators, debating whether to head to the cafeteria or library first, when the scream completely wiped that question from her mind.

her own room isn't far, so it wasn't too hard to pinpoint the origin of the scream; she grabs the doorknob and bursts into the dorm, ready for a fight--

--but it doesn't look like there is one. just a girl reading something and standing lop-sided. ...oh. she has wings, too.]


--Oh. [she blinks and looks around, nonplussed.] I'm sorry. I...guess I got the wrong room?

[ladyliberty]

[Amelia jumps a little when the door opens, turning around to face the new girl.] Oh-- hi? I guess that was kinda loud.

[humility]

Then it was you? Is something wrong?

[ladyliberty]

It's just-- [Amelia waves the letter defeatedly.] I just got this letter that says I have to go work in the morgue. Like my week hasn't been shitty enough?

[humility]

[wait hang on just a moment

okay after it sinks in, Aqua just laughs. it's relief, mostly.]

I guess that is something to scream about. I didn't know the Tower forces jobs on us, though...

\o

[pureply]

[A scream that loud, especially this early in the morning, was never a good sign. She wakes up, and rushes over to her roommate.]

Is everything okay?

[ladyliberty]

No! [Amelia wails and throws herself back on her bed, and then lets out another sharp cry as the action jostles her injured leg.] Owwww... [She holds up the letter, waving it around in frustration.] Apparently I have to have a job. And I have to have a job dealing with dead people.

[pureply]

I see. That does sound very unpleasant.

[By the sound of Amelia's scream, she thought someone had died. This wasn't much better, but, it was something that would be easier to deal with. She did seem to be in physical pain too, however.]

Is something wrong with your leg?

[ladyliberty]

Yeah... [Amelia sits up again, slowly, wincing just a bit.] I sort of... smashed it. Cleaning up that stuff after the explosion.

[pureply]

Would you like me to help you heal it?

Morgue

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Veronica really didn't need to be here. But she was, she was responsible like that.

Just relaxing against a wall, Veronica turned at a noise and saw Amelia as she entered.]

Oh, hello there. Are you lost?

[ladyliberty]

[Not having expected anyone to be hanging around a place like this, Amelia screamed and jumped three feet in the air.]

Zombie!?

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Veronica spun around, a broadsword appearing in her hands. She scanned the morgue, prepared to dish out hurt to any undead present in the room.

And then she realized that the woman was probably talking about her.]

O-oh.... you mean me, don't you?

[ladyliberty]

[Amelia had tripped and fallen over backwards in her haste to get away when the broadsword came out. Now she slowly got to her feet, holding her arms up in a defensive position. Not that that would be much help if the girl decided to use that sword on her.]

Don't hurt me! They told me I had to come down here!

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Veronica stopped. The broadsword disappeared back into her cloak. Slowly, Veronica started making her way out of the morgue, past the frightened girl.

Frightened like so many others.]

I... I'm sorry. I'll just leave.