“I WOULD SAY I MISS THE CABIN, BUT THAT’S TOO FAR.”
IS THIS AMUSING FOR YOU, MORTAL? WATCHING ME TOIL MY DAYS AWAY AT A DEAD END NINE-TO-FIVE UNTIL MY BONES ROT? GO ON. GAWK. LAUGH. I HAVE BEEN HUMILIATED ALREADY.
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TOWER’S SPEECH LOOKS LIKE THIS, LIKE THIS WHEN SHE’S ANGRY, AND LIKE THIS WHEN SHE’S FORCING HER WILL. brokens speech looks like this…
Narration looks like this, and like this when Tower is influencing it.
Also she can teleport! It’s very flashy and will be labeled with Blip in the narration. She never does this in-game but she is 18’6” and needs to get in buildings somehow.
Rules:
Be polite
No nsfw
Other rp blogs are more than welcome
If I don’t want to answer something, I won’t
Tags:
#~fallen tower~ - General posts
#would you like a bag with that? - Asks
#fleeting respite - Interactions with other princessblr blogs
#my ~bf~ (bird follower) - Broken mention
#~closing hours~ - non work posts
#~wet floor sign~ silly posts (they all are but these especially)
#~upper management~ - Encounters with The Management
#~tower fixes everything (obviously)~ - Tower involving herself in Interpersonal Drama
#~devotee obtained!~ - Tower gains a follower (shock)
#~glowing radiance~ - Ego stroking
#~the horrors~ - <•> <•>
#< i am in your walls> - ooc stuff or meta shenanigans
Run by @anynemouse, <ooc text looks like this>
Tower is she/her/queen; Broken is he/him; mod is he/him.
List of aisles and their contents for my own amusement:
Aisle π exists
Aisle 5: Frozen vegetables
Aisle 6: Frozen fruit
Aisle 8: Spray bottles
Aisle 13: WallWall information (maps, aisle stock, etc.)
Aisle L9 also does not exist, but not in the same way as 67
Aisle 130 - 136: The gaming section
Aisle 144: REM sleep
Aisle 145: ACME Quick Cement!!! Perfect for imprisoning Fast Food Workers & Barbers!!!
Aisle 146: Mattresses and pillows.
Aisle 197: Factory reject items. Varying prices
Aisle 220: Western
Aisle 224: Long objects
Aisle 225: Long bendy objects
Aisle 226: Long bendy objects that don’t break
Aisle 227: Rope/String/Chain/Wire/etc.
Aisle 230: Apple devices
Aisle 231: Android devices
Aisle 232: Orange devices
Aisle 234: Spectral devices
Aisle 245: Books for sale on shelves that are not.
Aisle 247: Used cars
Aisle 248: Dish soap
Aisle 249: Large shopping carts for rent
Aisle 252: Gummy snacks (slippy floor)
Aisle 254: Shelves for sale holding books that are not.
Aisle 271: Physical masks
Aisle 382: Sadness.
Aisle 409: Metaphorical masks
Aisle 444: IOUs (not applicable to products over $750) (expires 2 minutes after purchase)
Aisle 463: $Pawn Shop$
Aisle 576: Armament licenses
Aisle 588: Live cattle
Aisle 666: /////////////////
Aisle 689: Telepathic PS5s
Aisle 788: Oversized kitchen appliances.
Aisle 874: Frozen meat
Aisle 879: Dairy products
Aisle 998: Future
Aisle 999: Guns
Aisle 1000: Absolution
Aisle 17i: Basic time machines
Tower’s Resume (written entirely by Broken)
tower has had a few days experience working the register at a retail store with no prior working history. shes amenable, if short tempered at times, but generally in a perpetual state of exhaustion and annoyance. she despises grease, cannot work a kitchen, and would sooner cut off her fingers than manage dishes or take out garbage (i can say this firsthand). in addition, her wallwall uniform continues to deduct a large sample of her pay due to the tailoring costs.
WHISPER INTO THE BROKEN MIRROR IN AISLE 33 AND WAIT FOR A FEW MINUTES.
YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF EXITING MANAGEMENT’S OFFICE WITH NO MEMORY OF WHAT TRANSPIRED, SAVE FOR THE SENSATION OF SEVERAL EONS HAVING PASSED.
IGNORE BOTH THAT AND THE FEELINGS OF DREAD - IT WAS ONLY FIVE MINUTES - AND CHECK WHERE YOUR POCKETS WOULD BE OR ARE FOR AN ENVELOPE. THERE YOU WILL FIND THE ANSWER TO YOUR INQUIRY.
And yet the moment passes as though it were nothing, hazy half-memories of terror beyond imagination leaving naught but their aftertaste —— a looming dread toward the door that just shut behind her.
There is no desire to return. And thankfully, no need.
According to Tower, there should be something in Fighter’s pocket, regardless of if she had one in the first place.
...she has! The letter thanks Fighter for her choice to work at WallWall, and lists the (supposedly) agreed upon wage and hours, as well as when her work begins.
WHISPER INTO THE BROKEN MIRROR IN AISLE 33 AND WAIT FOR A FEW MINUTES.
YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF EXITING MANAGEMENT’S OFFICE WITH NO MEMORY OF WHAT TRANSPIRED, SAVE FOR THE SENSATION OF SEVERAL EONS HAVING PASSED.
IGNORE BOTH THAT AND THE FEELINGS OF DREAD - IT WAS ONLY FIVE MINUTES - AND CHECK WHERE YOUR POCKETS WOULD BE OR ARE FOR AN ENVELOPE. THERE YOU WILL FIND THE ANSWER TO YOUR INQUIRY.
And yet the moment passes as though it were nothing, hazy half-memories of terror beyond imagination leaving naught but their aftertaste —— a looming dread toward the door that just shut behind her.
There is no desire to return. And thankfully, no need.
According to Tower, there should be something in Fighter’s pocket, regardless of if she had one in the first place.
...she has! The letter thanks Fighter for her choice to work at WallWall, and lists the (supposedly) agreed upon wage and hours, as well as when her work begins.
WHISPER INTO THE BROKEN MIRROR IN AISLE 33 AND WAIT FOR A FEW MINUTES.
YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF EXITING MANAGEMENT’S OFFICE WITH NO MEMORY OF WHAT TRANSPIRED, SAVE FOR THE SENSATION OF SEVERAL EONS HAVING PASSED.
IGNORE BOTH THAT AND THE FEELINGS OF DREAD - IT WAS ONLY FIVE MINUTES - AND CHECK WHERE YOUR POCKETS WOULD BE OR ARE FOR AN ENVELOPE. THERE YOU WILL FIND THE ANSWER TO YOUR INQUIRY.
And yet the moment passes as though it were nothing, hazy half-memories of terror beyond imagination leaving naught but their aftertaste —— a looming dread toward the door that just shut behind her.
There is no desire to return. And thankfully, no need.
According to Tower, there should be something in Fighter’s pocket, regardless of if she had one in the first place.
WHISPER INTO THE BROKEN MIRROR IN AISLE 33 AND WAIT FOR A FEW MINUTES.
YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF EXITING MANAGEMENT’S OFFICE WITH NO MEMORY OF WHAT TRANSPIRED, SAVE FOR THE SENSATION OF SEVERAL EONS HAVING PASSED.
IGNORE BOTH THAT AND THE FEELINGS OF DREAD - IT WAS ONLY FIVE MINUTES - AND CHECK WHERE YOUR POCKETS WOULD BE OR ARE FOR AN ENVELOPE. THERE YOU WILL FIND THE ANSWER TO YOUR INQUIRY.
DO YOU MISS? DOES MY SKIN REFUSE TO BE TAINTED, AS STAINLESS STEEL? DO YOU SIMPLY ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR ERROR IN ATTACKING ME AND DROP YOUR WEAPON TO THE FLOOR?
NO MATTER WHAT, IT IS A DELIGHTFULLY PATHETIC DISPLAY.
*Two conflicting forces, his instincts tell him to flee, it calls for him but it is directionless, it's not helpful, quite the opposite, but Oscar has put other thing above his instincts before*
*Oscar stops, letting his membrane glide him to the ground*
Squeak!
[By the Lady of the Woods please stop! Can you not understand? Is it broken?]
Perhaps if Tower took a moment to focus, she could. Unfortunately, 1) it is incredibly small to her and hard to read, and 2) Tower does not exactly care at the moment.
At some point she must’ve grabbed a cardboard box as she attempts to slam one atop Oscar to trap them.
Were Tower more easy to aggravate than she is, she most certainly would have kicked the wall in frustration.
Of course, she is as calm as the wind in all situations. So nothing of the sort happened.
Instead, she calls the bat to veer to the left, straight into an aisle —— not that he would know such between all the blinding flashes even if his eyes were open.
*Spmething slams against his back, the floor is approching quickly*
*Oscar hits the floor with all the force of the fall and then some. Landing directly on the translator, the screen cracks. Unfortunately the back isn't padded. The cold metal slams against his torso, sending a wave of pain throughout. The feeling doesn't last for very long as Oscar loses consciousness*
Tower hesitantly lifts her finger from the box, seeing if it’s finally over.
...
A newspaper is slipped under the box and blips back to the open window before carelessly dumping Oscar outside. She dusts off her dustless hands with a proud smile.
*Two conflicting forces, his instincts tell him to flee, it calls for him but it is directionless, it's not helpful, quite the opposite, but Oscar has put other thing above his instincts before*
*Oscar stops, letting his membrane glide him to the ground*
Squeak!
[By the Lady of the Woods please stop! Can you not understand? Is it broken?]
Perhaps if Tower took a moment to focus, she could. Unfortunately, 1) it is incredibly small to her and hard to read, and 2) Tower does not exactly care at the moment.
At some point she must’ve grabbed a cardboard box as she attempts to slam one atop Oscar to trap them.
Were Tower more easy to aggravate than she is, she most certainly would have kicked the wall in frustration.
Of course, she is as calm as the wind in all situations. So nothing of the sort happened.
Instead, she calls the bat to veer to the left, straight into an aisle —— not that he would know such between all the blinding flashes even if his eyes were open.
*Spmething slams against his back, the floor is approching quickly*
*Oscar hits the floor with all the force of the fall and then some. Landing directly on the translator, the screen cracks. Unfortunately the back isn't padded. The cold metal slams against his torso, sending a wave of pain throughout. The feeling doesn't last for very long as Oscar loses consciousness*
Tower hesitantly lifts her finger from the box, seeing if it’s finally over.
...
A newspaper is slipped under the box and blips back to the open window before carelessly dumping Oscar outside. She dusts off her dustless hands with a proud smile.
*Two conflicting forces, his instincts tell him to flee, it calls for him but it is directionless, it's not helpful, quite the opposite, but Oscar has put other thing above his instincts before*
*Oscar stops, letting his membrane glide him to the ground*
Squeak!
[By the Lady of the Woods please stop! Can you not understand? Is it broken?]
Perhaps if Tower took a moment to focus, she could. Unfortunately, 1) it is incredibly small to her and hard to read, and 2) Tower does not exactly care at the moment.
At some point she must’ve grabbed a cardboard box as she attempts to slam one atop Oscar to trap them.
Were Tower more easy to aggravate than she is, she most certainly would have kicked the wall in frustration.
Of course, she is as calm as the wind in all situations. So nothing of the sort happened.
Instead, she calls the bat to veer to the left, straight into an aisle —— not that he would know such between all the blinding flashes even if his eyes were open.
*Two conflicting forces, his instincts tell him to flee, it calls for him but it is directionless, it's not helpful, quite the opposite, but Oscar has put other thing above his instincts before*
*Oscar stops, letting his membrane glide him to the ground*
Squeak!
[By the Lady of the Woods please stop! Can you not understand? Is it broken?]
Perhaps if Tower took a moment to focus, she could. Unfortunately, 1) it is incredibly small to her and hard to read, and 2) Tower does not exactly care at the moment.
At some point she must’ve grabbed a cardboard box as she attempts to slam one atop Oscar to trap them.
Were Tower more easy to aggravate than she is, she most certainly would have kicked the wall in frustration.
Of course, she is as calm as the wind in all situations. So nothing of the sort happened.
Instead, she calls the bat to veer to the left, straight into an aisle —— not that he would know such between all the blinding flashes even if his eyes were open.
