Hello Tower.

[thornythaumaturge]

[The video clicks on, showing a clearly worn out Jade Strider, with a small handful of bleeding scratches and some burn marks on her face, and for once completely lacking her "cool kid" composure. She's breathing heavily and obviously panicked, but compared to John Lalonde it looks like she got off easy-- in the background he can be seen leaning over some pile of debris near two chairs, his face reduced to a bloody and battered mess from an explosion. Both of them seem to have an extra collar on under their colored collars, linked by chains to a strange box on the ceiling of the Library.
When she started talking, it was hurried and rushed, and she sounded like she was about to cry.]

H-Hey-- the fucking bomb just-- blew the fuck up in John's f-face and there's metal and shit in his face and it's all fucked up and we ne--!

[Her sentence was cut short with the sound of a "snap," the chain suddenly retracting on both ends, violently pulling John away from the bomb's remains and Jade away from the computer terminal.

Given the way both of their bodies were now hanging limply from the ceiling, that "snap" wasn't just the sound of the mechanisms.

After a minute or so of that image, someone enters the screen. She looks similar to a popular movie icon, if anyone into horror movies are watching, but just a little more terrifying. She smiles, waving a wooden hand at the camera, before switching the feed off.]

i see the network is working properly again!
good, good. that makes this easier.
i want to play a game, my fellow tower mates.
do you think you can survive any better than these two?
it's a shame they couldn't follow the rules, isn't it?
hee hee hee.
i hope you all are ready.
oh, before i go, if anyone needs candy there's plenty to be found in the library!
i'm sure they won't be needing it.
:)

Comments

[thornythaumaturge]

to be honest that was kind of obvious from the start.

[restitchtime]

You haven't exactly ever displayed a stunning wealth of intelligence so I figured that being extra certain was a good idea.

[thornythaumaturge]

well consider it noted hee hee.

[restitchtime]

Good. Because if the last three brain cells rattling around in that empty skull of yours don't kick into gear soon and stop you from keeping this shit up I promise that it will be very relevant to you very fucking quickly.

[thornythaumaturge]

we're just going to have to see what the future holds then, won't we?
i'm sure it will hold plenty of interest for you though.

[restitchtime]

I don't even need to look at the timeline to know that, it's practically written into the fabric of time and space that I'm going to be inundated with bullshit. You just better hope it doesn't involve you.

[thornythaumaturge]

hee hee hee.

[restitchtime]

Yeah, fuck you too you smug little bitch.

[AND THAT IS THE LAST OF ROSE'S SELF-CONTROL ALAS THERE IT GOES FLYING OUT THE WINDOW]

[thornythaumaturge]

not smug, confident!
there's a distinct difference.

[restitchtime]

Oh, I know. And I know that you're too hopped up on your own self-righteousness to figure out where you actually fall.