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towerofanimus2011-11-28 07:45 pm
princeoffortune) wrote in towerofanimus2011-11-28 07:45 pm
Entry tags:
Investigate all the things!
Characters: Naoto and YOU.
Setting: Starting in room 2-03 and then wandering about the tower!
Format: Prefer brackets because I'm lazy, but I'll match.
Summary: DID SOMEONE SAY GIRLS? Because I'm totally a boy, just so you know.
Warnings: None that I can think of!
A. Room 2-03
[Naoto was sick. Very sick. Sick to the point that her days had become nothing more than hazy moments of lucidity while the fever continued to wreck havoc on her body. Stasis was no longer an option, is was a necessity and her confusion upon waking was more than understandable. The sleep paralysis was unnerving, her eyes darted around the room, taking in every inch that she could see from her current position. This was not Sphere, she knew that much, and she doubted that she was in Inaba. This room did not remotely resemble anything from home.
As soon as she was able to move she was up and looking around. The letter next to her bed caught her eye first and she sat back down to read through it. The news did not come as much of a shock to her considering Sphere had told her much of the same -- not so much that the world was destroyed completely, but that the world had succumbed to the virus and fell into ruins. What did come as a surprise was her current state of dress. The jumpsuit would not do. Next on the list: FIND APPROPRIATE CLOTHING.
This proved to be easier than expected as the trunk by the foot of her bed contained clothing from home. She was pleasantly surprised to find her revolver and some ammunition along with some other items that she had not seen in quite some time. She changed as quickly as possible, immediately feeling more at ease now that she was no longer in a skintight garment.
She searched through her trunk once more, pulling out a small notepad and a pen small enough to fit in her pocket and holstered her gun. TIME TO INVESTIGATE.]
B. Around the tower
[Naoto has started his investigation and can be found wandering the various floors observing and taking notes. He's pretty occupied, but you may find him heading in your direction to speak with you.]
Excuse me, do you have a moment to answer a few questions?
Setting: Starting in room 2-03 and then wandering about the tower!
Format: Prefer brackets because I'm lazy, but I'll match.
Summary: DID SOMEONE SAY GIRLS? Because I'm totally a boy, just so you know.
Warnings: None that I can think of!
A. Room 2-03
[Naoto was sick. Very sick. Sick to the point that her days had become nothing more than hazy moments of lucidity while the fever continued to wreck havoc on her body. Stasis was no longer an option, is was a necessity and her confusion upon waking was more than understandable. The sleep paralysis was unnerving, her eyes darted around the room, taking in every inch that she could see from her current position. This was not Sphere, she knew that much, and she doubted that she was in Inaba. This room did not remotely resemble anything from home.
As soon as she was able to move she was up and looking around. The letter next to her bed caught her eye first and she sat back down to read through it. The news did not come as much of a shock to her considering Sphere had told her much of the same -- not so much that the world was destroyed completely, but that the world had succumbed to the virus and fell into ruins. What did come as a surprise was her current state of dress. The jumpsuit would not do. Next on the list: FIND APPROPRIATE CLOTHING.
This proved to be easier than expected as the trunk by the foot of her bed contained clothing from home. She was pleasantly surprised to find her revolver and some ammunition along with some other items that she had not seen in quite some time. She changed as quickly as possible, immediately feeling more at ease now that she was no longer in a skintight garment.
She searched through her trunk once more, pulling out a small notepad and a pen small enough to fit in her pocket and holstered her gun. TIME TO INVESTIGATE.]
B. Around the tower
[Naoto has started his investigation and can be found wandering the various floors observing and taking notes. He's pretty occupied, but you may find him heading in your direction to speak with you.]
Excuse me, do you have a moment to answer a few questions?
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I just got here, so I could be wrong. But I was pretty sure. [She's frowning in thought. This is really taking her an embarrassing amount of time to come up with an answer.]
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I am not officially a member of any police force nor do I work directly for the government. Nearly all my cases have been private investigations, but when I am called in to assist with one I become a temporary member of the force. I go where I'm needed. So in that respect, you are correct. I have never officially joined and I assure you it is not much different in Japan. Gaining the trust and respect of officers and detectives who are far older than myself is always a rather tedious task. [And his efforts usually were not successful. They would learn to trust his judgement, but rarely would they grow to respect him.]
Oh? When did you arrive?
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Anyway. She listens intently to this description.] It must be really important to you, if you keep trying despite all that.
I got here earlier today-- oh. [Her eyes go wide.] Oh oh oh. So you're... [Embarrassed for real now, but there's really only one reason someone that looks male would be housed in the female rooms. Willow pushes on stridently, determined not to say it aloud if he doesn't want to.] I'm Willow Rosenberg. Sorry about the-- um, everything. Just a little taken aback to be here, still.
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[jfkdlsjfad s-so. looks like you've figured it out, though considering the circumstances, Naoto's not really surprised. He does appreciate her silence on the matter.]
Y-yes, that's correct. It's quite alright, I doubt you're intentions were malicious and I can certainly understand your state of duress. It's a pleasure to meet you, I only wish it were under better circumstances.
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No worries. I make all my best friends while we're fighting for our lives. True story.
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[Oddly enough, that brings a bit of a smile to his face. Clearly he can relate.] Ah, I believe you. You are certainly not alone in that matter.
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Not to get after school special on you. Just, it'd be nice to have someone to worry about that I can actually help, instead of vague stuck-at-home-where-the-world's-ending people.
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Indeed. I certainly hope that will be the case.
You said you only recently arrived here yourself, but I'm curious to hear what you have learned about our present location.
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Let's see. Your first meal has to be oatmeal, sometimes people get experimented on, death isn't permanent, you have to sleep in your room at least every so often, the terminals aren't always reliable... Oh, and a lot of the floors are dangerous.
That's what I've got.
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... Experimented on?
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Sorry, I'm still undergoing the info gathering.
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No need to apologize. I'm certain that a little digging with provide me with the answers I need.
Though I wonder... what did you mean when you said that some of the floors are dangerous?
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Oh, well, someone said that there were soul-sucking monsters that looked like people you know on one floor, [Willow says matter-of-factly.] I think they said they might not be around anymore? They kind of followed that up with a more general, "the floors that aren't dorms tend to be dangerous," warning. So anything above the third floor with the library, I'm guessing.