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towerofanimus2014-02-07 02:54 pm
provenworth) wrote in towerofanimus2014-02-07 02:54 pm
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I was left to my own devices; many days fell away with nothing to show
Characters: Elena and YOU
Setting: February 7th – Various Locations [See Prompts]
Format: Action but will match yours
Summary: Elena is running a few errands and meeting up with Dia to discuss a sensitive situation.
Warning: Possible language, who knows?
[Floor 19 | Research Library | Early morning]
[Despite the few bits and pieces of information that Elena has been able to understand and align to their current situation, she’s not been making much progress with the books she’s been working her way through. It was frustrating, the technical details of each of the books extensive and surpassing her own levels of education and training. But, despite the long hours reading and attempting to find something that could be utilized to better their situation, she wasn’t even close to giving up.
Down in the research library, Elena has started a new collection of various books, building a small pile at the end of an empty table. Standing between a pair of bookshelves, she’s holding one massively large book in her arms, head downturned to read through the finely printed text. The only sound that comes from where she’s standing is the shifting of paper as each page is slowly turned.]
[Floor 22 | Art Gallery | Closed to Diarmuid | Noon]
[It wasn’t easy finding Diarmuid’s room, taking her nearly half an hour scouring the numerous levels until she finally found it. The folded note she’d written him was tucked beneath the door for him to find later, the instructions easy enough to understand.
Dia, Need to talk to you. 22nd Floor @ noon - Elena
[And so, after completing her quick stop to the research library, Elena makes her way to the art gallery. It’d been some time since she’s been there, chased out by horrifying paintings of Gaia and Northern Cavern. So she’s not going too far into the gallery, instead staying close to the doorway in case she’d in need of a hasty retreat.]
[Floor 14 | Media Room | Dusk]
[Music can be heard coming from this floor, various melodies can be hear, the volume low to sooth the figure inside listening to it. Seated quietly in a chair to herself is Elena, her left hand resting in her lap and her right upright, elbow on the arm of her chair. Fingers curl into a loose fist and support her chin as she listens, looking almost as if she were asleep. Be careful in your approach, though, Elena is very much awake and beneath her recently acquired leather coat - carefully crafted by a particular red-head - is her firearm.]
Setting: February 7th – Various Locations [See Prompts]
Format: Action but will match yours
Summary: Elena is running a few errands and meeting up with Dia to discuss a sensitive situation.
Warning: Possible language, who knows?
[Floor 19 | Research Library | Early morning]
[Despite the few bits and pieces of information that Elena has been able to understand and align to their current situation, she’s not been making much progress with the books she’s been working her way through. It was frustrating, the technical details of each of the books extensive and surpassing her own levels of education and training. But, despite the long hours reading and attempting to find something that could be utilized to better their situation, she wasn’t even close to giving up.
Down in the research library, Elena has started a new collection of various books, building a small pile at the end of an empty table. Standing between a pair of bookshelves, she’s holding one massively large book in her arms, head downturned to read through the finely printed text. The only sound that comes from where she’s standing is the shifting of paper as each page is slowly turned.]
[Floor 22 | Art Gallery | Closed to Diarmuid | Noon]
[It wasn’t easy finding Diarmuid’s room, taking her nearly half an hour scouring the numerous levels until she finally found it. The folded note she’d written him was tucked beneath the door for him to find later, the instructions easy enough to understand.
Dia, Need to talk to you. 22nd Floor @ noon - Elena
[And so, after completing her quick stop to the research library, Elena makes her way to the art gallery. It’d been some time since she’s been there, chased out by horrifying paintings of Gaia and Northern Cavern. So she’s not going too far into the gallery, instead staying close to the doorway in case she’d in need of a hasty retreat.]
[Floor 14 | Media Room | Dusk]
[Music can be heard coming from this floor, various melodies can be hear, the volume low to sooth the figure inside listening to it. Seated quietly in a chair to herself is Elena, her left hand resting in her lap and her right upright, elbow on the arm of her chair. Fingers curl into a loose fist and support her chin as she listens, looking almost as if she were asleep. Be careful in your approach, though, Elena is very much awake and beneath her recently acquired leather coat - carefully crafted by a particular red-head - is her firearm.]
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That's good to hear. I can't imagine what its like when people lose their abilities here. Its probably the only positive of not actually having any.
[Its the only positive, actually.]
I've been well enough. Didn't realize you could hear music from your home here, so I've been reminicing.
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[He tilts his head to the side again.]
<My music tastes are a few years out of date at home.>
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[Elena gives a little chuckle.]
That makes two of us. Did you want to see if we could play anything you might know?
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[Is there any Barenaked Ladies? He likes Barenaked Ladies. ... The band, not the -]
[... the narration is flustering itself.]
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[And it had been horrible. That feeling of helplessness.]
Lets see what they have..
[And she's up on the couch playing with dials trying to figure the machine out and struggling.]
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<Maybe turn it to the left once or twice - there.>
[He doesn't recognize this band, but it's some kind of alt rock. Possibly.]
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And by the slight bobbing of her head, she liked it.]
Not bad...this from your world?
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[Not quite the same accent, but... well. California is big.]
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[That doesn't sound very good.]
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