#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

[ceruleanspid8r]

[At that, Vriska just laughs.]

Then I'd say we're doing pretty well for a doomed timeline because she hasn't been our Empress for hundreds of sweeps. Possibly even thousands. The Summoner's rebellion saw to that.

[fabricates]

Oh. You're from that timeline. [She pauses, and she grins in amusement.]

That would make you a lowblood, right? What the hell are you bragging for?

[ceruleanspid8r]

[She just smirks at that]

What's wrong with being proud of being a blue? It's not like you can claim much higher status than me. Highest of the low, lowest of the high, either way there's someone looking down on us so why give a shit?

Besides. My best friend is the Grand Premier. Think that gives me a step up on the other blues.

[fabricates]

The difference is that I'm God Tier. No one looks down on me now. I'm the highest of the high out of all the trolls because I'm immortal.

[ceruleanspid8r]

[See how impressed she is. No really]

That's nice. You're still a blue. Just means the highbloods, whoever they may be from your perspective, get to kill you as many times as they like. Which I suspect is remarkably often.

[fabricates]

More like never! You might get killed if you're stupid. But I'm clearly not.

[ceruleanspid8r]

Clearly, if you truly are me. Won't stop them wanting to play with you.

[fabricates]

And it won't stop me from winning. Your point?

[ceruleanspid8r]

You know, you talk a fine game. But words don't mean anything without the action to back them up. Tell you what, why don't you come back to me when you've got something worth showing.

[And she begins to walk off]