Characters: Brunwulf and YOU
Setting: February 9th
Format: Starting action, can match
Summary: Brunwulf goes a wandering within the Tower
Warning: Possible angst

Floor Ninety

The lagoon greets the Nord's surprised eyes with relish. Water. Something Brunwulf missed since being within the tower. He misses swimming deep beneath the cold waters of Skyrim. Feeling the sharp, icy prick of water all around his warm skin, when entering the frozen lakes. Can the water feel the same here? The Nord sits on the edge of the lagoon and dangles his feet in. The water feels inviting.

Yet, there is always something at the back of his mind. Is the water safe? What creatures lurk beneath the calm waves? He had known never to trust the tower and it's surprises. This was no calm haven, but a world full of death and despair. Brunwulf decides to test his doubts. He let out a loud Dragon shout and wonders if anyone else will hear the shout. If so, he has his sword and strength to face any evil, if any evil decides to face him. For now, he is complacent to let his feet soak in the cool waters.]


Floor Seventy Six

The greenhouse always greets Brunwulf with a blast of hot air within it's stuffy interior. He was never one for flora and fauna much, but always appreciated nature and respected it. He moves to pluck a few plant leaves and place them in a leather pouch at his waist. He is collecting herbs to make healing potions. Something, he had spoken to Reno a few weeks before about, when he spotted the red head sitting within the greenhouse. The Nord wonders how many others use the greenhouse for gathering herbs and berries. Others must do surely?

How else can someone heal wounds when attacked by grotesque monsters? There is no help to be found within the tower. None at all. They want everyone to die painfully. This is what Brunwulf believes anyway.]


Floor Eighty-Eight

[Brunwulf steps into the new room and discovers that it looks like some sort of drinking area. A different version of an Inn. There are stools and a bar top of some sort. The room is also filled with stale, acrid smoke. How many people visit this room and do they have a drink? The Nord finds himself wandering close to a strangely shaped object with balls sitting on the top of it. Of course, Brunwulf has no idea that this is, in fact, a pool table. Something alien to the Nord. He pushes one of the balls with his finger and watches it fall into a white net at the corner of the table.

How odd. He moves to sit at the bar top and wonders if there is anyone serving any ale or mead. He could use a drink.]

Service! [He slams a strong palm onto the bar top and awaits a response.]

Characters: Anyone and everyone
Setting: Cafeteria, Noon, Nov 7th
Format: Anything
Summary: A party/discussion mingle after calling a meeting of the residents.
Warnings: tba


The anonymous post on the network was an invitation to gather, discuss and share information. Maybe they would get incredibly lucky and get to the bottom of things, such as who was behind the bombings or the strange things that went on during Quarantine.

Someone has been at work down here in the dining hall, moving the tables around to create a space in the middle in case people felt like dancing. Most of the chairs are around the outside and facing the middle, for everyone to see each other better. There was another space and some chairs for musicians, and a couple of the larger tables were set up with a large buffet of normal cafeteria food (because Zo wasn't likely to poison them) and resident prepared dishes, both clearly marked.

Of course, there was always the oatmeal.

[ooc: Feel free to make your own threads and subthreads!]

Characters: Zett and you!
Setting: Floor 61, then the dormitory floors
Format: Starting actionspam, will change to match!
Summary: Zett gathers and eats mushrooms for science. He's also willing to share.
Warnings: Hallucinogenic drugs!

( of a fever dream )

Characters: Brunwulf Bear-Claw and You!
Setting: Floor Thirty-Two, Floor Seventy-Seven, Floor Fifteen.
Format: Anything.
Summary: Brunwulf goes exploring the tower.
Warnings: Possible violence, angst.

Floor Thirty-Two

[Brunwulf always enjoyed coming to Floor Thirty Two, as it was most like what he was used to back home. Wide open spaces with grass and trees. Perhaps no snow-capped mountains, but it was more like home, than the confines of the tower. Anything to get away from the stone walls. He felt like being in a prison, which he technically was.

He inhaled the fresh air and leaned against one of the many trees. The bark was rough against his arms, but he enjoyed it. Being a Nord meant he was used to the rough terrain of Skyrim. Bitter winds that would cut through flesh like a knife through butter. Cold winters that could kill those who did not possess Nord blood. Ah, he loved the out of doors.]

Floor Seventy-Seven

[The first thing that hit Brunwulf's face was warm steam. Where in Ysmir's name was he? He walked into the hot room and saw a row of benches through the misty murk of the room. Was this some kind of bathing area? If so, where was anyone else? Do others bathe together like they do back home? Brunwulf sat on one of the benches and let the steam wash over him. It actually felt quite relaxing and he realised he could spend all day here. The horrors of the tower seemed to fade from his mind, as he inhaled the warm heat.]

Floor Fifteen

[Brunwulf walked into the unknown room and looked around. There were tools and materials scattered around the working space. Was this some kind of workshop? What he missed most, was using the tanning rack back in Skyrim. He loved hunting deer, skinning them and then creating hide leather from the skins. Could he possibly do such a thing here? He had already hunted deer and other wild animals on Floor Thirty-Two. The outdoors floor.

He walked around and let his hand grace over what looked like a saw of some kind. None of the tools looked familiar to Brunwulf. At least, they looked different in design. Not as primitive as those found in Skyrim. He wanted to craft something. But, he wasn't sure what. He also wondered if anyone else was around and if the room was frequented much.]

Characters: Legolas (bow_of_the_galadhrim), OPEN
Setting: All over the place, check the prompts.
Format: Starting with prose but will match, as always.
Summary: Various things and some closed moping.
Warnings: Nothing but will update if anything happens.

( Floor 48 - Cemetery - Closed )

( Floor 14 - Media Floor )

( Floor 7 - Pool )

( Floor 4 )

Characters: Brunwulf and you!
Setting: Room 1-04, Floor 32, Cafeteria
Format: Either.
Summary: Brunwulf arrives in the Tower and wakes up not knowing where he is.
Warnings: Possible angst and violence.

Room 1-04

[Brunwulf's eyes snapped open, as he nearly fell out of his own bed. His eyes darted around the new environment and he felt panicked. Where was he and how did he get here? Was he knocked out by bandits or maybe the Thalmor had imprisoned him inside this place? He walked up to the door and pressed his hands on the cool stone wall. The whole room looked circular in shape. Was he in some kind of tower? He growled and paced around the room a few times. Curse those damn elves! They would get nothing out of him! Brunwulf knew that it was not uncommon for Nords to be kidnapped and tortured against their will by the Thalmor.

Then, he felt it. His neck. What in Ysmir's beard was around his neck? A collar? He tried to yank it off but it was useless. Anger was rising within him at this degredation he was facing. Trapped inside a room with a collar around his neck. He was no animal! He knew the Thalmor often treated Nords like animals or savages. Yet, he was the Dragonborn! He slammed both hands heavily against the door. Would someone here him?]

Floor Thirty Two

[A floor that was all too familiar to Brunwulf. Trees, fresh air and a lake to fish or bathe in. He walked towards the open area filled with a variety of plants and picked a mushroom up. He dared not eat it in case the mushrooms here were poisonous. He was no longer in Skyrim, so could not make such an easy judgement. Besides, he was no alchemist or mage, so did not know one mushroom from the next. He tended to opt for buying potions from merchants, rather than making them himself.

He let the cool breeze wash over his rugged features, as he gazed up at the sky. He didn't feel like being trapped within a tower now. It was rather surreal, having an open air area within a stone tower. Did anyone else venture here to get away from the confinements within?]

Cafeteria

[Brunwulf saw other people eating within the dining hall. It seemed like some sort of eating area or food hall. Yet, the food looked nothing like he would eat at home. Where was the roaring fires and the roasting meat spinning around slowly on the spit? He narrowed his eyes in distaste. How could people eat this filth? He looked at someone's plate and wondered if that was all he could eat. He pushed past some residents and slammed his fist onto the counter of the serving counter. Someone might attend to him now surely.]