#001 [open]

[ceruleanspid8r]

Characters: AU Vriska and the people who meet her (aka open)
Setting: Dorm 1-13 / Cafeteria / Exploring
Format: Starts action, but will follow
Summary: The tower has another new cerulean blood and she's not happy about it. Note: please specify if you're meeting her in/by her dorm, in the cafeteria or roaming the tower (in which case you get to pick where)
Warnings: Rage and swearing. Violence likely if provoked.

Dorm 1-13
[Anyone who happens to be passing - or to be inside - Dorm 1-13 when Vriska awakes will be treated to a loud, angry scream as she waits rather impatiently for the sleep paralysis to wear off. When she can finally move, there's more swearing as she takes in the unflattering outfit she's wearing. Soon, she'll notice the chest and change into something more appropriate. And it's then she notices the collar - in green, of all colours! Feel free to run into her either in the room or just as she's leaving it.]

Cafeteria
[This is actually Vriska's second visit to the cafeteria. Her last visit ended in the need to throw up so she's back, scowling as she eats some oatmeal and periodically tugging at the collar that just refuses to come off. There's no-one else at her table, though, if you dare approach]

Exploring the Tower
[Once fed, Vriska starts to roam the tower, on the hunt for anyone who can explain what's going on - whether this is a ploy to pull the blue-bloods into line or if something more unusual is afoot. She'll be taking in most of the floors at least in passing, her trusty cutlass in hand, so feel free to run into her anywhere]

Comments

[Dorm 1-13! Hi roomie!]

[seasaltsunsets]

[Olette's eyes snap open as Vriska is rummaging through her chest - and her heart pounds as she realizes that she can't move. This is unusual and a little frightening, and it would be a lie to say that hearing Vriska's movements but being unable to turn her head and look to see what's making the noise is something she doesn't like. When it wears off, she clumsily sits up and stands. She doesn't like what she's wearing, and she definitely doesn't like the collar (though at least it's got an acceptable color on it, she thinks), but it looks like Vriska is about to leave and Olette really doesn't want to be alone right now.]

Please, wait!

[The poor, poor dear xD]

[ceruleanspid8r]

[Vriska looks up at the voice, the first thought she's given to the fact that she might not be alone in this unfamiliar room that nonetheless has her belongings in a chest at the foot of this strange slab she woke up on.

She almost drops her sword at the obvious non-troll she sees]

What the fuck are you?

[Olette's sure they'll be ~great friends~!]

[seasaltsunsets]

[She gulps a little when she realizes that Vriska is holding a sword. She's seen Keyblades, but somehow they always seemed rather nonthreatening to her, probably because she wasn't a Heartless or a Nobody.

But what Vriska was holding certainly looked sharp enough to do some damage. And come to think of it, Vriska's appearance ... did sort of look more like something threatening than someone she'd just see in Twilight Town.]

I'm ... a human...? What are you? Where are we?

[That may not be much less dangerous for her...]

[ceruleanspid8r]

[Originally, she'd only had the sword out because she hadn't bothered to sheath it. But now there was this creature with no horns and the wrong coloured skin and sure, she probably wasn't a threat given the brawls she's gotten into but she's still wary.]

Human? Never heard of them. As to where we are, I was just about to try and find out when I was interrupted.

[She tugs a little at the collar, not really fighting it yet but still obviously disgruntled by it]

[You say that like anything in this tower isn't dangerous...]

[seasaltsunsets]

...you've never heard of humans?

[Olette's expression was bemused - how could someone have never heard of humans? Maybe she came from a world where they didn't exist... but then, what was she?]

Wait, that's not the point here. Can I come with you?

[Whether or not Vriska was going to say yes, Olette was already looking through her trunk for her clothes so she could get changed.]

[wwaterboy]

[Eridan's got a tray and things are pretty crowded at this time. He looks around, scowling, and walking around as he tries to find to find an empty table.

As he sees Vriska eating oatmeal, he stops and blinks at her. Isn't that the same blue blood he met before?]

Wwhat are you doin' eating that for?

[ceruleanspid8r]

[Vriska looks up, eye narrowing as she sees the Sea Dweller approach. Great, as if things weren't enough of a mess with the weird aliens, she's stuck here with effectively the lowest of the low. And another orange collar, whatever that means]

You wouldn't be trying to call my actions into question, would you? I would have expected that a sea dweller would know their place a little better than that.

[wwaterboy]

[Wait, what? He freezes, his fins flattening a little]

My place?

[ceruleanspid8r]

Don't play cute. We both know you have no right or business questioning me.

[The familiarity of another troll being present is making her bold, leading her to think this is a situation she can get under control quickly]

I, on the other hand, have every right to bestow the honour of my questions on you. So, spill. What do you know about this place?

[She doesn't know him and she doesn't care. All she's interested in is figuring out the situation, and if that means having to deal with a fin-face, so be it]

Exploring the Tower

[fabricates]

[Vriska rounds the corner, and it feels like she's staring at her past as her eyes shift from the eye patch to the robotic arm. Her wings twitch slightly as she turns her focus to the other Vriska's face. Seriously, can this place stop bringing duplicates of her in? Or... past her or whatever. Except this 'past her' looks suspiciously older. She cocks her head to the side, eyes narrowed.]

This tower must really love me or something.

[ceruleanspid8r]

[That voice sounds oddly familiar, stopping Vriska in her tracks. She turns, hand hovering over the hilt of Mindfang as she examines the troll before her. Same horns, same face but younger and less battle-scarred to her eye. And in a final blow, of course this duplicate has a blue collar - which puts paid to her previous theories because who would grant a blue to a blue?]

Okay, what the fuck is going on? Who are you?

[fabricates]

Do you really need to ask? It should be obvious that I'm Vriska Serket. Well, I guess other timeline me's can't be as smart as I am. Kind of a shame, but whatever. The original is always the best, after all.

[She feels like she's gone through this too many times. Too many people with her blood, too many duplicates of herself. It's getting kind of old, but she's getting a little better about dealing with it. Until the replacement issues comes around, but that's a crisis for later.]

So what, do you need a run down on this place or can you figure it out yourself??

[ceruleanspid8r]

[A low growl rumbles in her throat as this troll with her face and, apparently, her name speaks in such a mocking tone to her. She's used to being mocked, of course, but being dismissed as not the original was a rather different matter]

That doesn't make sense. I'm Vriska Serket. You know, if this is some weak attempt to try and scare me into behaving it's not going to work. So let's try that one more time, from the top, and with you explaining what you're doing showing up here like you were cloned from me sweeps ago and are only now being brought to my attention.

[She'll get to the tower later. One situation at a time]

Exploring~! Dorm hallways \o/ -- also wow fail.

[ocariness]

[ You've run smack into some weird, androgynous, pale-skinned, fully equipped alien, Vriska. In fact, they're equipped with sword to shield to bow and arrow themselves, but don't fret, they're pretty friendly.

In fact, Link will be approaching with the friendliest, nonthreatening smile manageable! ]

... Hello.

[ceruleanspid8r]

[Vriska stares, and makes no move to disguise that she's staring. This one has the same skin-tone, ish, as her room-mate but those ears are throwing her.]

And what the fuck are you supposed to be?

[ocariness]

[ They throw everyone, the weird pointy ears. It's okay; Link isn't bothered. ]

... Hylian, not human. We are similar, that is all.

[ Pretty sure she's a troll which is cool really except Link dislikes all the stuff they've heard on this hemospectrum nonsense because that is unfair to everyone all around. ]

Did you just wake up?

[ You kind of have that "wtf is going on" look, Vriska. ]

[ceruleanspid8r]

Oh, good. More pink-skinned aliens I've never heard of.

[She already sounds bored. Similar enough that she doesn't have to worry too much about them or really care]

Little while ago. If you're the welcoming committee you're a little late.

Cafeteria

[shesapir8]

[Mindfang's on her own visit to the cafeteria, poking the thing they call oatmeal, bored eyes glancing over the room before they rest on Vriska, one eyebrow carefully lifting.

The bowl is forgotten as she stands and swaggers her way over, leaning down. The arm isn't missed, Mindfang pitying the girl for a second before moving on] Another Vriska then?

[ceruleanspid8r]

[Vriska looks up, eyes widening at the figure before her. There's no mistaking those horns but she's not going to rush to conclusions here.]

What's that supposed to mean?

[shesapir8]

It means you're the second I've seen... and that the first didn't have that arm there. [Nods to the robotic one, so similar to her own before taking a seat and holding her hand out. She expects Vriska to let her study it of course]

[ceruleanspid8r]

[Vriska, alas, is a tad too wary for that, even in the face of someone who looks a lot like she imagines her ancestor would have]

Well, it was this or a stump and while I could still easily fight with just the one arm, I prefer not to leave myself at such a disadvantage.

[The bit about another Vriska still makes her uneasy so she's doing as she normally does and ignoring that bit]

and then a week later, I tag this... xD

[guiltapalooza]

[Willow runs into her on the stairs, which, while not narrow enough to make it awkward, are close enough quarters that she takes this as a prompt for social interaction.

She's never met this troll before, has she? Any version... and she looks more like Eridan's age. Huh.]

Hi, [she says curiously, and then eyes her cutlass.] On your way to a duel?

Yaaay :D

[ceruleanspid8r]

[More pink aliens. Vriska tenses a little, regards her with suspicion]

That depends. Is that a challenge?

better late than never, right? <:

[guiltapalooza]

Oh no, no no no. [Willow holds her hands up defensively, but she looks more sheepish than anything.] Me and weapons don't get along.

I just thought it was funny that you'd be running around with a sword out. Are you new, or is something going on?

Late? What is this late you speak of?

[ceruleanspid8r]

[She relaxes at the defensive gesture but still seems uneasy]

Not wanting to be caught off-guard by something or someone unknown is not what I'd call funny, but then what do I know about alien humour? You probably think this place is hilarious too, huh?