...And also these.

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

R - U R. Daneel Olivaw Rapunzel Remy LeBeau Riku Robin Redbreast Rogue Santanico Pandemonium Shawn Hunter Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore Steve "Orion" Rogers Steven Quartz Universe Souji Seta Stiles Stilinski Syeira Tadashi Hamada Tekhetsio

V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

Comments

[acuition]

[ She finds herself strangely on-edge here. Tense, like she's back in the basement in the Cathedral City and waiting for her sister to come and try to kill her. She's unarmed, though, and even knowing that this isn't the battleground it feels like doesn't make that any less unpleasant.

No, this doesn't look like any place that she's familiar with. The chair practically spilling over with different things is what catches her eye first-- mostly because there's so much of it, almost colorful enough to hurt.

Though before she can study individual objects, there's a noise from under the bed. Someone who knows she's here?

Well, if not, they'd find out soon. Putting a hand on the chair, ready to duck behind it or throw it or something, she ends up causing the whole pile to topple and begin spilling to the floor. ]

Nami

[mikangirl]

[Bright sun. Salt on the breeze. White sails overhead, a brightly-coloured enclosed crows nest above, and if you crane your neck at just the right angle, the pirate's logo painted on the main sail becomes clear. It's not quite traditional, in that it's a skull and crossbones wearing a straw hat.

You're on a pirate ship.

It's not very traditional; the foredeck has a green lawn, for example, with trees and even a swing set. Obviously this is a very terrifying group of pirates. Further back there's a row of mikan trees, carefully potted in burlap sacks and in amazingly good condition for the salty conditions they're found in. Two of the mikan have fallen to the ground; one of them is squashed flat, as if by a heavy boot. Despite that, there is cheerful humming coming from within, though nobody's readily visible. If you've met Nami by now, the humming will at least be familiar.

There are rooms about the ship; a map room. A trapdoor down into the hold. Feel free to explore; the environment may change oddly as you go. There's laughter on the wind and shadows playing across the walls as if figures are sprinting past, but the ship is deserted.

There's miles and miles of ocean around, faintly choppy but calm enough. Not a cloud in sight-- though every now and then, something huge breaks the surface on the horizon. We... don't recommend jumping in. Ever.]


((ooc: warnings for death of others, child abuse, and self mutilation, depending on what you touch and where you go. Yay? If you'd rather avoid any of these let me know and I'll steer you around them.))

[truthvalue]

Souji ambles about the shelves, stopping to look - but not touch - at each object in turn. The gun widens his eyes and forces him half a step backward, then he moves on to the next piece, then the next, then the next. One thing does catch his attention and cause him to keep circling back to it - the ledger - but he still doesn't touch it, not yet.

He glances up to the ballerina with a small, rueful smile when she speaks.

"I'm not very good at anything," he says in reply. "It wouldn't be a very good performance."

[ino]

The zinnia?

[ She moves away from her post at the counter, almost gliding over to join Nova at the zinnia she's found. She taps her chin, thoughtfully. ]

Hmm ... yeah, I think the two of you would get along.

[ She retrieves a pair of floral scissors from her apron, ready to cut a blossom off for her ]

Is this one alright?

One

[acuition]

[ The library you find yourself in is old. Likely difficult to navigate, as well-- some of the shelves have toppled over, blocking all but one of the aisles. The only remaining pathway leads to the door, which is locked. The whole area smells like dust, and most of the books scattered around the shelves and floor are either falling apart or close to it. If you try to read them, they will not open.

Then again, most of those books don't matter. The ones that do-- six in all-- are lying on the floor, laid out in a row. Five of them are marked with Roman numerals. The sixth is not.

I. This book, which has a red cover, is closed, sealed with a lock. If you pick it up, you might be able to hear a voice from within it-- trying to speak to someone. You have the feeling that someone isn't you.

II. This book is a deep blue. It seems to have sand between the pages, spilling out onto the floor. When you pick it up, it feels far heavier than it looks.
{ warnings: violence against children. }

III. This book is purple. It looks normal at first, but when you pick it up, you feel as though you are holding a book bound with human skin.
{ warnings: violence against children (more disturbing than the last instance). }

IV. This book is deep green in color, and seems to be slightly frozen around the edges. Strangely enough, when you hold it, it is extremely hot.

V. This golden-colored book constantly leaks saltwater. When you pick it up, you think you can hear the ocean.
{ warnings: mentions of sex. all characters involved in this case are adults. }

0. This book is unnumbered. You cannot tell what color it is, since it's soaked blood-red. It might become "legible" later on.
{ warnings: violence. }

Behind the books is a large chain. It might go unnoticed, almost looking as though it's there to frame the books, but it occasionally rattles, more and more frequently as the night passes.
{ warnings: violence, depressing self-sacrifice. }

You aren't alone here; there is a young woman sitting in front of one of the messes of shelves and books, reading. ]

[takeabow]

Yeah, that's great.

I did mean all of them are lovely, though. I guess I just like these in particular.

[truthvalue]

[It takes a little while for Souji to recognize it, but the thrumming reminds him of the sins he once traded, dark and viscous in glass bottles and jars, each one buzzing with a subtle energy, a different frequency. It's unnerving, but it's comfortable and familiar, too, and Souji thinks, idly, that it's weird, but - it's not the weirdest thing. Not by far.

His eyes drift over the objects in the room, one at a time, but while he moves in close and slowly studies each before moving on the next, he doesn't touch anything - not yet. Not until he reaches the bed and leans in to inspect the writing on the wall above the headboard. Then he traces the tip of his finger over the writing, puzzling out what it might signify.]

[ino]

[ She laughs a little. ]

Hey, everyone's got to pick a favorite. As unbiased as I try to be, even I have a favorite flower.

[ She'll cut the stem with a sharp snip before holding it out for Nova to take ]

[takeabow]

What's yours?

[ takes it! ]

Wrath

[pain_train]

[You step into the center of a military base, surrounded by a maze of skyscrapers that fades away into the distance. The sky is a uniform gray overhead, except for to your right, where it's cracked and a large chunk has fallen away, revealing a vivid, painted orange sunset.

Something isn't right, though. There are holes punched through the buildings, pipes left hanging in midair, water running endlessly, wires sparking away at nothing. You can't get out into the city to investigate, though. There's a razor-wire topped fence in the way (is it supposed to keep you in or others out?) and it just grows taller and taller if climbed.

She's on the parade ground, dancing around the edge of bottomless pits that have been punched through the ground. The cloying scent of honey wafts out of them. Wrath doesn't notice; she's doing sword exercises, or riding patterns on her hovercycle. At least that's probably Wrath; she's about the right size, but she's in full infantry armor, complete with black helmet. Red piping edges her sleeves and collar.

Most of the buildings on the base are locked, and the keypads inform you that you don't have the necessary security clearance. Other buildings, you just can't seem to get to; you always end up by the parade ground and barracks if you wander too far. But the barracks open into an art gallery, one that feels much airier and more expansive than the actual building that houses it. The halls are filled with paintings, in a myriad of styles from childish to impressionist paintings of light to horrific images in red and black. And on one of the benches, a calico tabby kitten sleeps, her tail tucked around her paws.]

Steven Quartz Universe

[jamminshield]

You have now entered Steven's Room. It's a land full of pink fluffy clouds as far as the eye can see, including the surface you're standing on!

Your guide appears in a puff of pink cloudy smoke. It's a tiny floating whale! But not just any tiny whale: this whale has Steven's fro and seems to be wearing a bitty version of his shirt. When this whale speaks, it is in Steven's voice.

"What do you want...?"

There are no signs of any objects yet, or anything beyond all of those clouds and that floating whale-boy who poses the question...

[ooc: Warnings for... high levels of sugar?! And possible references to someone who is deceased.

And as a general note, the environment will shift depending on how the question is answered!]

[ino]

[ Before she can answer, Nova's vision will cloud over, and a memory will begin to play.

The first thing that's clear is that Ino is sitting in front of her, back to her usual younger appearance. As the picture becomes more clear, she can see that Ino is sitting at a desk with tall, intimidating stone walls surrounding her.

She's writing in some sort of fancy journal, it looks like -- and if Nova cares to peer over her shoulder, she'll see the following journal entry being written:]

I was just thinking today about how long it's been since I saw you last. So I guess I decided to write you a letter.

A lot of things have happened since I got here. A lot of crazy things. Hell, the last year itself has been crazy. I've made a ton of friends, and most of them have left. But that's just the way things are here, I guess.

It was tough to deal with for a long time, as you know, but I think I'm finally learning. And with the war waiting for me when I get home, I have to wonder if that's the kind of reality I'll face when I get home. But I can't be so negative. Even if things look tough, I can't give up, especially when the fight hasn't even begun yet.

I have a boyfriend now. We've been dating for four months today. His name's Gale, and he comes from a terrible place, where his family doesn't have enough to eat, and he has to work unbelievably hard to support the people that he loves. You'd probably get all overprotective, and try to intimidate him and ask him stupid, embarrassing questions to make sure he's a good guy. But I think he would pass all of your tests.


[ She pauses, letting out a little amused exhale, before she finishes the rest of the entry ]

But what am I doing talking to you about boys? You were always so awkward about that stuff.

Anyways. I miss you so much. Maybe I'll write to you again later. I wish you'd hurry up and come back already.

[ She puts down the pen, staring at the entry for a moment ... before the small smile she had on her face fades. She folds her arms on the desk and leans down to bury her face in them.


... And then Nova is back to the flower shop, as though nothing happened. ]

[takeabow]

[ Nova really knows how to pick 'em. she's frozen, though her nose is getting a little pink and tears are welling up in her eyes. she stares into the middle distance, not exactly projecting "present in this moment" ]

[ino]

[ Well, she was going to answer the question, but ... ]

... Nova?

[takeabow]

[ a little surprised at the sound of her voice, she she jumps slightly, eyes still glassy ]

What? Sorry.

[ino]

Are you alright?

[ She nods at the zinnia in her hand ]

I can get you something different, if you don't like it.

[takeabow]

[ pulls it closer to her posessively ]

No. I like it. It's fine.

Sorry. Just...

You didn't see that?

[ino]

Well, it happened to me, so ...

[ She shrugs ]

Didn't really need to see it again.

[takeabow]

[ GOOD ONE NOVA. YOU'RE A REAL CHAMP. GREAT IMPRESSION YOU'RE MAKING HERE ]

...Right.

Sorry.

[ino]

[ She smiles ]

No big deal.

[ She'll spin on her heel, turning to walk among some of the other plants ... before stopping at an arrangement of acacia ]

What about something like this?

[takeabow]

Sure?

[ she'll still hold onto the flower she already has but ok we can try something else ]

R. Daneel Olivaw

[thezerothlaw]

[This is a workshop.

Granted, it's a room with stylish lines, and large windows that show a variety of views. One shows a pastoral sort of parkland, robots of an ordinary sort tending flowers under a slightly orange sun and a slightly turquoise sky. Another shows a more Earthly view, with a domed City in the distance hinting at underground building. Another seems to be view from inside the City: covered, dark, enclosed, with endless crowds of people moving from point A to point B.

Still, it's a place for work. There's a desk, with a terminal. There's a plain chair surrounded by diagnostic tools, and an image of a programming matrix to be applied rotating on a holographic display nearby. One entire wall appears to be a filing cabinet, with a ladder to reach the highest drawers. They're each labelled neatly, with names or places.

Elijah Baley
R. Giskard Reventlov
Dr. Han Fastolfe
Dr. Roj Nemmenuh Sarton
Lady Gladia
Earth
Aurora
Solaria
Baleyworld

There are many more.

In the middle of the room, in the chair surrounded by diagnostic tools and with a thick cable connecting one to the back of his skull, Daneel sits, his hands resting on his knees. His eyes are open and staring, but he neither moves nor responds at this time.]

[stefanged]

[A shiver runs through Stefan's spine as he stares up at the shadow of the man behind Riku. There's no denying the kind of power he has - and just as Stefan's about to unleash his true strength, that hand comes down.

His speed can't save him, or Riku, and so - as he's pushed onto his backside, Stefan lets out a low groan.]

Nope. Definitely not alright.

[Stefan folds his arms, turning his attention back towards the objects he'd seen earlier. Maybe one of those'll wake Riku up, or at least cut the puppetmaster's strings... They're pretty strange-looking keys, but their blades could be strong enough.

Instinctively, he heads for the object in the northeast, holding onto the handle as if it were the most sacred thing in the world. He's no metalsmith, but he can tell the skill and effort needed to create such a piece.]

[experiencepoints]

[Stained glass... Something so simple still sends chills up Nightingale's spine. The memories associated with it will probably never fade.

But... That's not important. She eyes the blades, but puts them out of her mind soon enouhg. That boy seems important. Right now, she has to do something about that. Is he hurt?

She approaches, concern evident on her face.]

Hey. Are you okay?

[ino]

Actually, the two of them would look pretty nice in a vase together ...

[ She peers at the zinnia in her hand again, before turning to clip off some acacia. She holds it up next to the zinnia, for Nova's approval ]

What do you think?