#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]

Guess you got a point, but when it comes to a brawl you use whatever you have.

[She nods, listening as Mindfang talks about the craftsman behind her limb]

Well it was a blue and now I think about it his symbol was pretty similar to that. I think. Less reprehensible than the purples, at least.

[shesapir8]

Of course. I wouldn't expect anything else. Do what it takes to win.

[She rolls her eyes, snorting lightly]

Sea dwellers. Always thinking they're so impressive. And yet they're even more vulnerable than us, with those gills.

[ceruleanspid8r]

[She shrugs]

Not so much where I come from. They die just as easily but at least they accept their status as genetic freaks.

[shesapir8]

[Raises an eyebrow, leaning forward in curiousity]

Genetic freaks?

[ceruleanspid8r]

Well, there has to be a reason there's so few of them compared to we land dwellers. Especially with the state of the oceans these days.

[shesapir8]

[Holds up at hand as if to quiet Vriska, a frown forming]

There is fewer of all bloods the higher you go. Millions of rustbloods turn to thousands of greenbloods to hundreds of blues to one tyrian. And what happened to the ocean.

[ceruleanspid8r]

That's how it used to be, sure. But apparently evolution hasn't caught up to the change in politics since those times.

[As to that latter question, she simply shrugs]

People stopped giving a shit about it, I guess? All I know is it's not anywhere I'd choose to spend time.