sup tower
Characters: Raiden Stahler, god of dice and thunder!! and you too i guess
Setting: dorms and halls n shit
Format: ;D whatever you want bb
Summary: latex outfits kind of suck
Warnings: extreme levels of cool!?! no
Those ceiling tiles are definitely not the right shade of water damaged to be his room. When Raiden's able to move again (geez what, he hasn't gotten sleep paralysis in ages) he rolls off the bed in a mess of covers, and spends a moment wondering what that noise was until he realized that was him that squeaked. Or, more specifically, it was what he was wearing.
So the situation was thus: He was in a strange bed, in a strange place, wearing stranger clothes.
...is it his birthday? Some sort of holiday? Some other arbitrarily important date? This is sort of like how they celebrated his fourteenth birthday, though with less strobe lighting.
In the spirit of figuring out what the weird alternate reality game of the day is, Raiden strides forward into the tower, with the express purpose of finding Richard and throttling his clothes back from him. Unintentional irony is the Stahler way, you see.
...the hell is this thing on his neck?
Setting: dorms and halls n shit
Format: ;D whatever you want bb
Summary: latex outfits kind of suck
Warnings: extreme levels of cool!?! no
Those ceiling tiles are definitely not the right shade of water damaged to be his room. When Raiden's able to move again (geez what, he hasn't gotten sleep paralysis in ages) he rolls off the bed in a mess of covers, and spends a moment wondering what that noise was until he realized that was him that squeaked. Or, more specifically, it was what he was wearing.
So the situation was thus: He was in a strange bed, in a strange place, wearing stranger clothes.
...is it his birthday? Some sort of holiday? Some other arbitrarily important date? This is sort of like how they celebrated his fourteenth birthday, though with less strobe lighting.
In the spirit of figuring out what the weird alternate reality game of the day is, Raiden strides forward into the tower, with the express purpose of finding Richard and throttling his clothes back from him. Unintentional irony is the Stahler way, you see.
...the hell is this thing on his neck?