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towerofanimus2013-10-02 10:22 pm
ladyliberty) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-02 10:22 pm
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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?
((Now with comments enabled wtf))
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?
((Now with comments enabled wtf))
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A frown crossed her face. Too many memories surfacing that she'd rather not remember.]
C-come on... I don't want any t-trouble. You can c-call me a monster and a zombie and a.... a p-piece of shit.... just let me leave.
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...You're not a zombie?
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N-no. My name's Veronica.
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N-no, I work here. I clean the morgue.
A-and I take c-care of anything that does c-crawl out of the drawers.
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She always hated having to explain herself.]
I'm.... a human. But I guess y-you c-could call me a... f-Frankenstein...
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[She fumbles for a moment.]
Please don't freak out!
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J-just don't call m-me a zombie, okay?
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I o-only s-said hello!
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And my name's Veronica.
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[She huffs and puffs with anger. It quickly blows off and she becomes embarrassed.]
L-look. If y-you're going to work here, you'll h-have to learn about the workplace. D-do you want m-me to show you around?
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I guess, if I'm gonna have to work here.