first song ♪ not quite the beginning she wanted.

[gleamingly]

Characters: Rapunzel (gleamingly) and you!
Setting: Room 1-01, floor three, floor six, and floor twenty-two.
Format: I'm starting with prose, but I'll match you.
Summary: Rapunzel wakes up in the Tower of Animus after an argument with her mother. Worst time-out ever.
Warnings: Nothing so far.

Room 1-01.
When Rapunzel wakes, it is with a start, and it is not because it's too loud. Rather, it's because there is a distinct lack of noise. Where is the rustling of the leaves in the trees, the chirping of the birds, the (rather obnoxious and unattractive) snoring of her (ridiculously attractive) traveling companion? She remembers the argument with her mother and her heart nearly drops into her stomach. Had she been brought home?

A look around the room answers that question. No, she hadn't, but she also isn't in the woods on her way to see the floating lanterns. She is also not wearing her dress, and -

Are those other beds? She gasps and pulls her covers up over herself, self-conscious about the strange white jumpsuit she's found herself in, before peeking out.

"Who... who's there?" She calls out shakily. "If someone else is in this room, tell me now...!"

Floor Three.
She has never seen so many books in her entire life. It is all she can do not to drop her mass of hair and run among the shelves to find something to read; instead she keeps her long hair gathered up in her arms and steps off the staircase so that she can explore the library at a brisk pace.

If she had something like this in her tower, it would have been so difficult to get bored.

One might find her peering curiously at a book with pictures of automobiles, or with two novels in a trilogy resting on the frying pan and the pile of hair in her arms while she rushes about looking for the third, or maybe even eyeing a book perched precariously on the top of a shelf as she twirls her hair like a lasso and throws it to pull it down.

Floor Six.
Anyone passing by the forest floor may see a peculiar sight: A barefoot, long-haired blonde in a dress that seems too short for her, clutching a frying pan and staring down a deer with too-sharp teeth. The deer is growling; Rapunzel is glancing uncertainly between it and the chameleon perched on her shoulder.

"Deer aren't supposed to growl, are they, Pascal...?"

The chameleon chitters at her and points insistently at the staircase with his tail, but she shakes her head. "No, I don't want to just run away!"

Floor Twenty-two.
She is somewhat more relaxed now, but only because she hasn't yet gone very far into the gallery. For the moment she is just looking at the paintings and chattering to about them to Pascal, who is now perched on her other shoulder.

"Whoever painted this must have been very skilled! Look at the reflection in the water," She's saying, brushing her fingers against a painting of a young man staring into a pond. The plaque below it reads Narcissus, but she doesn't know what that means. "It's identical to his face! And look at the way the water catches the light. Can you believe this was made with paint, Pascal?"

The chameleon does not look very impressed. Rapunzel is undaunted; she'll continue her tour of the gallery.

Comments

floor 3

[keepscalm]

England works in the library, so he's seen all manner of interesting things happen in it, including book retrieval methods of all kinds. While he understands not using the ladders, lest they suddenly grow spikes or hands or something else unfortunately characteristic of the Tower, some of the methods he's seen are equally questionable.

None have been quite so odd, however, as using hair. England hadn't even noticed her at first, busy reorganising the books on the opposite side of the library. It's when he passes through one of the aisles with an armful of misplaced books that he catches sight of her. She...certainly has quite a lot of hair. Well, it's– resourceful, to say the least.

After a moment of wariness, England ventures to address her. "Do you need help with something, Miss?"

[gleamingly]

...those sure are some bushy eyebrows.

Rapunzel hasn't seen a lot of eyebrows in her time, but England's are distinctive enough that she really can't help but stare when he speaks up. It takes a concentrated effort to drag her gaze back down from his eyebrows to the rest of his face, and she sincerely hopes that he didn't notice the staring because, as Mother always said, staring was dreadfully rude.

(Which has really never stopped her before.)

She shifts her weight from one foot to another and looks down at the book she had just retrieved before smiling shyly. "Actually, yes," She says. "Do you have any more books about astrology? Or astronomy? Or... both, maybe?"

[keepscalm]

It hasn't happened to him in a while, since there are generally far weirder things in the Tower than eyebrows of a respectable size, but England knows what it looks like when someone is staring at his. Not that it bothers him or anything ridiculous like that, because his eyebrows are most definitely, perfectly normal.

He has to fight the urge to smooth the fringe of his hair down over his forehead.

Said bushy brows draw down into a mildly affronted furrow when England notices how she's looking at him, transforming his reasonably cautious demeanour to a somewhat over-defensive one. He's fully expecting some sort of comment on his appearance when she finally opens her mouth; so, the wholly normal request takes him off-guard a bit. His eyes widen a small margin with the surprise, but he's quick to return to a guarded expression, turning his face slightly so that it's harder to read his face.

"...we do, yes," he responds, shifting the pile of stray books in his arms. "I can show you to them, if you'd like."

[gleamingly]

A girl with seventy-foot hair can hardly make comments about somewhat-bushier-than-normal eyebrows. Out loud, anyway.

"I would really appreciate that. Thank you!" She adjusts the mass of hair, the frying pan, and the book in her arms to make it a little more easy to walk once England starts leading the way. Really, how lucky was she? ...okay, not very, because she's stuck in this tower, but at least she had a place to sleep. And at least she was meeting people who didn't have fangs and didn't seem like they were out to kill her. That was a plus.

"So, do all these books belong to you?" She asks. After eighteen years of only having Mother Gothel to talk to, she's somewhat starved for conversation. "You seem like you really know your way around."

[keepscalm]

England jerks his head in the direction of the science section to emphasise his instruction: "This way." And then starts off, presumably with Rapunzel in tow.

He's not much of a conversationalist (especially with people who make him feel insecure about his face), but she hasn't insulted him yet, so he'll allow it for the time being. Besides, if she's asking questions like that, the poor girl is probably new. She'll have to be filled in eventually.

"No, I just work here," is the answer. The books might as well be his at this point, especially with only one other librarian around, but he wouldn't lay proper claim to them. "To tell you the truth, they're not even real, so I'm not certain they actually belong to anyone."

Of course, that statement will be a little hard to explain. But he'll have an easier time of it if the glamour flickers while she's here.

[gleamingly]

She trails along after him and examines her surroundings with the sort of wide-eyed wonder that denotes a new arrival, a very sheltered person, or, in Rapunzel's case, both.

"You work here...?" She blinks at that, and then furrows her brows. "Wait, so you've been here your whole life? Are you one of the people that brought me here?"

That isn't what he means by working here, but she's confused.

"What do you mean they're not real? I'm holding one right now!"

She is so confused. And, truthfully, a tiny bit scared.

[keepscalm]

England is a reactionary guy, so Rapunzel's sudden fright alarms him; one would think by now he'd be used to dealing with distressed princesses, but apparently his experience with Zelda isn't enough to make him an expert. He turns his head to give her a sidelong glance over his shoulder; after a moment of consideration and a thoughtful frown to go along with it, he slows up so that he walks beside her rather than in front of her. It's easier to speak to her this way, and hopefully keep her from freaking out too much.

"No, I've been here about two and a half years. I work in the libraries under penalty of sensory deprivation," he clarifies. There's a note of resignation to his voice as he explains this, and it becomes more pronounced as he amends, "I'm as much of a prisoner here as you are."

As for the books...well, he'll get back to that. Best to set it straight that he's not a kidnapper first.

[gleamingly]

Rapunzel appreciates it, though she does eye him warily for a few seconds before he clarifies that he, like she and the others she has encountered so far in the tower, is also a prisoner. "So they make us... work?" She asks, sounding puzzled. She can think of a few reasons for kidnapping people (the major reason being magic hair, but although England is blond his hair is also short and that means he can have haircuts), but she can't wrap her mind around kidnapping someone to make them organize books for them.

There must be more to it, though she isn't sure what that would be.

His words ring true enough that even though she had jumped to conclusions, she relaxes a little and nods thoughtfully. "Do you know how many of us there are in all? There were three other beds in the room I woke up in."

That is a lot, and there were a lot of other rooms on the dormitory floors. If all of them had four people... well, no wonder it took so long to get down to the lower floors.

[keepscalm]

"Some of us," he answers simply. "Not everyone in the Tower has a job."

He turns, then, leading the way between the two bookcases that begin the science section. England knows where pretty much everything is, of course, but he has a special familiarity with the astronomy subsection. He visits it often for America. So, it doesn't take him long to set aside the books that need re-shelving so he can pluck out a few of the astronomy ones for Rapunzel. "I can't say for sure how many people live here now. They come and go all the time, so it's hard to keep track of the numbers. I suppose you could try to count all the names listed by the dormitories if you want to know exactly."

Most of that is straightforwardly helpful, but that last sentence is a little sarcastic.

After that, though, something occurs to him. He pauses in his book selection to look at Rapunzel again. "Did you read the notes by your bed when you woke up?"

[gleamingly]

That makes a little less sense. If they aren't kidnapping them all for work, then what do they want them for? This is going to take a little more investigation than she thought.

She just hopes she can figure it all out before the floating lanterns go up.

Rapunzel watches eagerly as he pulls out a few books on astronomy, and it's all she can do to keep herself from leaning forward and just snatching them up once they're off the shelf. Instead, she'll wait until he offers them to her before she takes them with a "Thank you" and a grateful smile.

"That sounds like it would take a lot of time," She muses. Time she isn't sure she has. Surely she'll see enough people while she's here to figure it out - but no, that means she'll be here for longer than she wants to be. She blinks at his question before shaking her head. "I sort of forgot to. There were some other things I was distracted by."

Like her roommates, and dragons. "Should I have?"

[keepscalm]

Admittedly, England is downright mystified that this girl could be so interested in reading but not read the only sources of information provided to her upon waking. This is probably obvious in the disbelieving way he looks at her after the books are handed over.

"It would have been wise," he returns, and that's definitely the sound of someone who's used to reprimanding small children. "Though they don't tell you everything."

And then, England hesitates noticeably as it sinks in that he's going to have to be the one to tell her the fate of her world. He's been quite the messenger of death lately, between this young lady and Vietnam earlier in the week. His whole image subdues as he turns away from Rapunzel, purposefully busying himself with the various science books on the shelves in front of them. His moment of silence stretches on for a bit before he elects to break it; there's no hint of a reprimand in his tone this time. "You're here because your world has been destroyed. A little boy named Zo saved you."

[gleamingly]

The tone of England's voice is just similar enough to the tone Mother would use for chastisement that Rapunzel truly can't help but pout, her cheeks puffing out childishly and the beginnings of some sort of protest on her tongue. She bites down on the words as he hesitates, however.

She has been sheltered, but she is also sensitive enough to recognize hesitation when she sees it. How many times has she stopped on the verge of saying something important? Especially recently. Mother had always steamrolled right over what she wanted to say, and though Rapunzel loves her mother there are many ways that she doesn't want to be like her. That is one of them, so she keeps quiet and gives England the time to gather his thoughts.

He turns away and that makes her think that whatever he has to say must not be good news. And it isn't. When he speaks, she gasps and takes a few steps back, her expression one of shock and desperate disbelief.

"No... that can't be true." Mother. Eugene. All those lovely people from the tavern, all the other people in the world she'd never have the chance to meet. The lanterns she would never see. Her world, though for so long it had only consisted of her tower, and she finally gets the chance to explore it and now it's gone forever? "If he saved me, he must have saved others. Mother - have you seen my mother? She's about this high, and she's beautiful, with curly black hair and... what about Eugene? He might be calling himself Flynn... Please, if I was saved, they must have been too!"