seriesofbaddecisions | Room 210- Saturday morning

Entry tags:

Room 210- Saturday morning

Vicky woke up (??) and had no idea where she was, except that it looked like a dorm room that had had paint vomited all over it.

For a brief moment she wondered if she'd started on the wrong end of a simulation, and then decided no, that would be the dumbest thing, and this must just be some new reboot. Which was also the dumbest thing, but one she'd agreed to go along with.

She got up, went to the closet, rifling through what was in there and deciding she hated it all. But that was okay. She was taking it as a challenge, and she was going to use this. Obviously her character-building would start with her clothes.

Even if she judged them.

[Sabine is now Vicky from the Good Place. So very open.]

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Yeah. Something was telling Astrid that she wasn't exactly in Berk at the moment, most notably because there was no fire in the room and yet nothing was covered in ice. This made her suspicious almost immediately upon waking up, and as she was about to have a closer look around, she sensed movement. She stopped, hunkering down a little in the...ridiculous softness of the bed she was in, hoping whatever had moved wouldn't notice her until she could access the situation. Slowly, she moved her hand out of the covers, feeling around for her axe.

Where was her axe?

How could she not have her axe?

Well, this was...not gooood. But the other girl (peeking out, she could determine that much) seemed distracted by the closet. Slowly, as stealthily as one could in armored pieces could, Astrid slipped out of the bed, on to the floor, narrowing her eyes as she judged two things: the distance to the door, or the distance to the closet.

The closet was closer. If she acted fast, she could reach the other girl before being noticed, shove her in the closet, and hold it shut until she got answers.

This, somehow, seemed the better solution, she just had to wait for the right timing....

Edited 2019-03-30 14:57 (UTC)

There would be no good timing.

Because Vicky turned around, noticed her, and put on her winningest smile. "Good morning!"

That was a good start. She was feeling this already.

And so now there was just a confused Viking girl crouched down by the other bed, looking about ready to pounce if she hadn't been caught and was internally cursing herself for the moment's hesitation.

You were better than this, Astrid. You could have totally taken her!

And now she didn't know quite what to do, her eyes shifting a little toward the door for a moment before they went to the other girl, tried a very uncertain smile back, and said, "Good...morning?"

Slowly, she stood up, giving the room another bewildered look, tossing her head a little as if to get the bangs over one of her eyes out of the way, though the move was mostly futile. "What...is this place?"

What she really wanted to ask was where are my weapons?, but that seemed like a pretty good place to start, too.

...Huh. The other girl didn't know, either.

Fantastic, she could get some world building in!

"This is... school. I'm your roommate, Angela, an exchange student from Canada," Vicky told her, and even walked over to offer a hand to shake.

She walked with a limp now.

Come on, now, a limp?!? Astrid totally could have taken her! She grimaced as she scolded herself, because she really should know better than to hesitate. She needed to trust her gut more, that was the only way she was ever going to really be the best.

But the confusion slipped back in over her self-criticism as she took the hand and shook it firmly. Very firmly, and she didn't even try.

"Canada?" she asked with uncertainty, but, not wanting to make herself look like a complete fool, she moved on. "I'm Astrid. From Berk. And this..." She looked around, gesturing at the room. "...is not like any school I've ever been to."

For example, the lack of weapons. And probably dragons. She was going to be a little irked if they didn't even have dragons to fight and defend themselves against, because then what was she even supposed to be learning here?

"Oh, yes, it's a very special school, filled with very smart people, and... artists," Vicky said, glancing around the room, "who come in and decorate every room individually, eh?"

That made no sense. Also, Vicky was not the age of a student, but she was figuring this was more of a college setting. Definitely liberal arts.

"What kind of school are you used to?"

Astrid was regarding the artwork on the walls a little dubiously; they could have at least made the styles a little more cohesive, but she did rather like what was going on on what she assumed was Angela's side of the room. What was going on on her side? Seemed like it was trying way, way too hard.

"Dragon Academy," Astrid said, firmly, proudly, lifting her chin and brushing a hand back to toss her braid a little as she settled into a cool, confident kind of pose. "Where we learn how to fight and defeat dragons. And that's where I should be now if I'm ever going to actually get to the final test and win the honor of actually killing one myself. I don't see how smart people and...artists are going to help me with that."

Vicky blinked.

"Oh," she said. "That's... special and very normal."

"Also," said Astrid, gaining momentum and getting fired up at just the idea of fighting dragons, "where do they keep the weapons around here? Do you know the way to the armory? It just seems...negligent, to not have any weapons around."

She scoffed, giving an amused glance toward one of the desks. "Unless we're expected to fight off enemies using paintbrushes now."

Edited 2019-03-30 16:06 (UTC)

Sabine would have things to say about that comment later.

For now, Vicky wasn't sure what was going on. "Silly, there's no need for weapons here. There aren't any enemies here."

And, suddenly, Astrid looked like Angela had told her there was no Christmas.

As if Astrid even knew what Christmas was.

"No...enemies?" she repeated, dumbfounded at such an idea. "No need for weapons? What are we even supposed to be doing here, then?"

...a trap.

This....kiiiiind of sounded like a trap all of a sudden, though Astrid couldn't fathom for the life of her what kind of trap this would be. But it was hard to trust someone who said you didn't need weapons.

Edited 2019-03-30 16:22 (UTC)

"Living your best afterlife!" Vicky said cheerily.

Seriously, what. Was this girl new to this whole thing? Had she not gotten the spiel?

Should she be Michael???

"Living my best what?" asked Astrid, incredulously.

Because it kind of sounded like Angela was telling her she was dead.

And that her best afterlife involved...art school, instead of, you know, some glorious handwavey version of her universe's Valhala.

And Astrid looked just about ready to punch you for an insult like that, Angela.

"The bad news is, you died. Fighting enemies," Vicky told her. "The good news is, you went to the Good Place! And go to school in it. Congratulations!"

Look. If she'd had an idea coming into this of what she'd be doing, she'd have had a better plan.

"The Good Place?"

Pardon the skeptical expression, Angela, but there was absolutely nothing good about what you'd just said. Except maybe the dying fighting enemies thing, and even that was suspect, because Astrid was way better than that.

"Sh'yeah," Astrid rolled her eyes toward the room in general, holding up her hands as if in surrender, "okay. Alright, you got me, okay? Very funny. Hilarious.

"Who put you up to this?" she turned her attention toward Angela again. "Was it Snotlout? Ruffnut? Tuffnut? You guys can come out now..."

"I don't know who any of those people are. Maybe they went to the Bad Place."

...Vicky was a demon.

"But you're here! And you should feel good about it!"

"Oh, yeah," said Astrid, rolling her eyes again, but this time over her shoulder as she was making her way to the other closet, "sure. Do they have weapons in the Bad Place? Because, if so, I think I want to put in a transfer."

At that point, she reached out and threw open the closet door with a triumphant "HA!"...one that quickly faltered as the closet revealed a whole lot of nothing. There was hardly any clothes in it, even, but Astrid still took a moment to paw through it to double check that none of her friends were hiding in there.

Nope. Nothing. Just here and Little Miss Good Place over here.

Hooray.

Vicky tilted her head. "What was that supposed to do?"

This girl was proof that Vicky should really be consulted about all future reboots.

"I...was really hoping they'd be in there," Astrid admitted. Because there was no way what Angela was saying could be true.

In fact, Astrid was now on her knees, checking underneath the bed.

Couldn't be too careful with those guys, really.

Vicky frowned, the ~~terrible~~ act faltering for a second.

"How long are you going to be doing that?"

"Why?" Astrid asked, looking up, tossing her braid over her shoulder, trying to blow the bangs out of her face, and failing, and she grinned faintly as she misinterpreted the meaning behind that frown. "Am I getting close? You didn't hide them in the floorboards or something, did you?"

Because, yeah, now Astrid was going to bang on the floorboards and holler out to them, hoping to catch one of them off guard.

"You know, I should really give you some time to adjust to your situation," Vicky said slowly. "It's very hard for some people, I know. I'll be back to see how you're getting along."

Or she'd end up getting a hotel room, and then being confused as to why they needed her to pay anything.

Astrid frowned a little at the all-too-quiet floorboards, pushing herself back up to her feet and brushing off her armored skirt. That really should have driven them out if they were in there, and there was no way they could have been that silent for that long, so she just heaved out a disappointed sigh and shook her head.

"Right," she said. "So no Snotlout, no Tuffnut, no Ruffnut. Because they're apparently in the 'Bad Place.'" Oh, yeah, that was totally getting air quotes. "And I'm in the Good Place, which apparently has no weapons. Yeah. I think I might need a little time to adjust to something like that...starting with direction to the nearest armory, because I don't believe that weapons thing for a second."

"You do that," Vicky said cheerfully even as she headed for the door. "Not that you'll find one, since we don't need one..."

This was not true. She didn't know that.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Room 210- Saturday morning

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject