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towerofanimus2012-01-18 10:07 pm
sushinightgtfo) wrote in towerofanimus2012-01-18 10:07 pm
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❀ 001
Characters: The Republic of Seychelles ... and you!
Setting: Dormitory Floor 1 (in and around room 1-05 to be totally specific) or the cafeteria to start ... and then, anywhere! Just specify where you want to meet her.
Format: I'll follow whatever you do, but I'm starting with action because it's sort of late right now!
Summary: Seychelles has just woken up and isn't really sure where she is right now, but she's sure going to find out! ...even if that means poking her nose where it doesn't belong.
Warnings: Uhh, probably some minor language depending on who Seychelles runs into!
Dormitory Area
[She's gone through the routine of waking up and discovering that there's a collar around her neck, and she isn't happy. Luckily some of her own clothes were in the trunk at her bed - though she shudders to think of how they got here, let alone how she got here, she really doesn't trust the letter she found at all, it can't be true, can it? - so when she emerges from her room to wander down the hall and try to get some idea of where she is, she's in her trademark dress and ribbons instead of that ridiculous jumpsuit. That was just way too much, even for her.] Ugh, this place is too weird...! [She's grumbling a little under her breath as she walks - all things considered, it seems she's frustrated.]
The Cafeteria
[The island nation has been wandering around just long enough to get hungry, though it doesn't seem like she's particularly fond of what there is to eat. Oatmeal? It doesn't seem appetizing at all, and she knows there are other things available. She can smell them. But oatmeal seems to be it, and she sits down, staring glumly down at the bowl and poking at it with her spoon.] Stop the presses, I think there's something that even England's food would be better than...
Setting: Dormitory Floor 1 (in and around room 1-05 to be totally specific) or the cafeteria to start ... and then, anywhere! Just specify where you want to meet her.
Format: I'll follow whatever you do, but I'm starting with action because it's sort of late right now!
Summary: Seychelles has just woken up and isn't really sure where she is right now, but she's sure going to find out! ...even if that means poking her nose where it doesn't belong.
Warnings: Uhh, probably some minor language depending on who Seychelles runs into!
Dormitory Area
[She's gone through the routine of waking up and discovering that there's a collar around her neck, and she isn't happy. Luckily some of her own clothes were in the trunk at her bed - though she shudders to think of how they got here, let alone how she got here, she really doesn't trust the letter she found at all, it can't be true, can it? - so when she emerges from her room to wander down the hall and try to get some idea of where she is, she's in her trademark dress and ribbons instead of that ridiculous jumpsuit. That was just way too much, even for her.] Ugh, this place is too weird...! [She's grumbling a little under her breath as she walks - all things considered, it seems she's frustrated.]
The Cafeteria
[The island nation has been wandering around just long enough to get hungry, though it doesn't seem like she's particularly fond of what there is to eat. Oatmeal? It doesn't seem appetizing at all, and she knows there are other things available. She can smell them. But oatmeal seems to be it, and she sits down, staring glumly down at the bowl and poking at it with her spoon.] Stop the presses, I think there's something that even England's food would be better than...
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Her eyes lit up a little at the meadow room, though, and she couldn't help but take a few steps forward before twirling to look back at him. "Wow! This place is so pretty! But how is it possible for something like this to be here?"
Her brain hurt just thinking about it.
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He began to go down to the next floor, "This one's empty..."