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towerofanimus2013-10-11 10:59 am
icebutnice) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-11 10:59 am
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Wouldn't it be nice to get away
Characters: Simon and everyone!
Setting: Room 2-18, Floor 92, 73, and cafeteria.
Format: Starting with action brackets
Summary: A new face in the tower quickly adapts.
Warnings: Usual tower warnings. Possible danger from floors 92and 73.
Room 2-18
[Waking up in a bed was probably the first shock. It was an actual bed; with real bedding, and it was clean. The room he was in was also quite surprising, not at all like the forest he had been in before. Getting into a sitting position, and noting that someone changed his clothes, Simon looked around his new setting, confused and a little disoriented.
It occurred to him rather quickly that things were wrong.]
Marceline? Where are you?
Floor 86
[Eventually discovering his trunk, Simon set out into the tower, his usual attire on once again, and the magic crown hanging around his waist. The crown being here was a very unfortunate thing to Simon. Not only was it taking his mind, but it was following him around as well.
Wandering onto this floor, Simon was struck by how different this place was. The floor was comprised of what looked to be a meadow. He wasn't outside though, at least he didn't think. Still he made his way into the floor, almost instantly stepping in one of the mushroom circles.]
Hehehehehe.... [Tiny voices filled the air with laughter. Simon spun around at the sound, but it was coming from all directions. Just when he thought something was about to happen a bright light came from his crown. The strange laughter turned to screams as the light intensified.
When it finally cleared, Simon opened his eyes to a startling sight. The grass around him was dead, the cold air around him quickly telling him why. The mushroom circle he had stepped into was under a sheet of ice.]
Floor 73
[Well this was one floor that Simon didn't like being on at all. With snow falling all around him, Simon made his way to the crumbling castle in the middle of the floor. The snow and cold not affecting him in the slightest, the snow piles did impede his movement a little.]
Cafeteria
[And now he finally found something good. For once in a long while, Simon was having a good meal.
Though, did they really have to give him oatmeal? Oh well, it's still something to eat.]
Setting: Room 2-18, Floor 92, 73, and cafeteria.
Format: Starting with action brackets
Summary: A new face in the tower quickly adapts.
Warnings: Usual tower warnings. Possible danger from floors 92and 73.
Room 2-18
[Waking up in a bed was probably the first shock. It was an actual bed; with real bedding, and it was clean. The room he was in was also quite surprising, not at all like the forest he had been in before. Getting into a sitting position, and noting that someone changed his clothes, Simon looked around his new setting, confused and a little disoriented.
It occurred to him rather quickly that things were wrong.]
Marceline? Where are you?
Floor 86
[Eventually discovering his trunk, Simon set out into the tower, his usual attire on once again, and the magic crown hanging around his waist. The crown being here was a very unfortunate thing to Simon. Not only was it taking his mind, but it was following him around as well.
Wandering onto this floor, Simon was struck by how different this place was. The floor was comprised of what looked to be a meadow. He wasn't outside though, at least he didn't think. Still he made his way into the floor, almost instantly stepping in one of the mushroom circles.]
Hehehehehe.... [Tiny voices filled the air with laughter. Simon spun around at the sound, but it was coming from all directions. Just when he thought something was about to happen a bright light came from his crown. The strange laughter turned to screams as the light intensified.
When it finally cleared, Simon opened his eyes to a startling sight. The grass around him was dead, the cold air around him quickly telling him why. The mushroom circle he had stepped into was under a sheet of ice.]
Floor 73
[Well this was one floor that Simon didn't like being on at all. With snow falling all around him, Simon made his way to the crumbling castle in the middle of the floor. The snow and cold not affecting him in the slightest, the snow piles did impede his movement a little.]
Cafeteria
[And now he finally found something good. For once in a long while, Simon was having a good meal.
Though, did they really have to give him oatmeal? Oh well, it's still something to eat.]
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[Leaning against the table, she lets both hands rest against the front of her skirt, fingers interlocked in a loose hold. She's not sure which makes her laugh, the fact that his spoon got stuck in the oatmeal or his turn of phrase, but she does give a little chuckle.]
It is rather revolting, isn't it. But after that you can enjoy all the pumpkin your heart desires.
I'm Elena, by the way. And you are?
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[He trailed off, his conversation, his meal, and his current status briefly forgotten. He came back to reality with a start, shaking his head.]
Er, sorry. My name's Simon. Pleased to meet you.
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[Eyes narrow curiously at the blue man, his sudden silence unusual but hinting at signs of being pulled back into memory. When he returns, head tilting just slightly to the left.]
Its all right. The pleasure is mine, Mr. Simon.
[Pause]
Are you all right?
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[Simon laughs. It's a small, sort of hollow laugh meant to make others feel better.]
Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just getting forgetful in my old age is all.
no subject
[Oh, Simon. Elena has been thoroughly trained to pick up on little behavioral ticks and nuances and that laugh, that's beginner level stuff. But, given the fact that they'd only just met, she's not comfortable pushing the issue.]
Old is a four letter word, Simon. [There's a little teasing grin.] If I may ask, just how old are you?
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[Simon stops and thinks for a moment. He's still keeping a nice demeanor around him. Don't want to be suspicious, or raise alarm now.]
Oh, last time I checked I was forty seven.
[But that was the last time he had a birthday party, or seen an actual calendar. It's basically true though.]
no subject
[The instant she all but screamed his age in total surprise, hands move to clasp over her mouth. It was rude, how she had reacted, and she's hoping he would take her uniform at face value. When she feels comfortable to speak again, hands lower from her face, pressing into her skirt as she gives a very deep bow, bending at the waist.]
I am so sorry, that was very rude of me. I just...you look a lot older than your age. Do people age quicker on your world?
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Simon stood up from the table and faced Elena, giving a kind smile and a nod.]
Eh, that's quite alright. Most people say that when they see me.
N-no, we don't. At least, other people don't. I was... changed you could say.
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[Really, Elena was much more polite than this, Simon. Promise.
Lifting from her bow, she picks a chair at a nearby table and sits, giving the man her full attention.]
Oh yeah? What do you mean by changed? What's your world like?