he joins her, leaning his elbows on the railing and looking outwards at the VOID. he doesn't like it. ]
It does... doesn't it? Not sure if it's comforting or if it just makes me angry, you know? Knowing people want to take away what it is we worked so hard to achieve.
[ artemy can be found out by the flight deck photosynthesizing under the blue sky with the plants and benches. he does make the rounds of some locations - the relaxation area or xpress shop to browse the books or congratulations because he loves Steak - but this is by far the place he comes back to.
he's enjoying a hot cup of tea right now, eyes closed, brow furrowless, but when he opens them and sees rosamund, perhaps passing by or on her way over, he gives a little nod. ]
Afternoon... come to get a bit of fresh air?
[ pat pat pats the seat beside him on the bench. ]
[she also loves steak. However she doesn't love steak seven days a week. She is not Ron Swanson.
For now it's fine though. She also likes to come look at the (forbidden), also comes with a little cup of tea, but touting one of those broad cafe chocolate chip cookies in the other hand.]
What serves as fresh air in this place, yes.
[She'll smile and take the seat, cracking the cookie in two and holding one piece to him. Halvsies?]
[ hello happy monday it's a day to explore the various offerings here in the terminal so a noble stroll it is, though artemy lingers a little at the shopping mall because he probably could use some Different clothes.
sometimes you are tired of laundering the same blue sweater and green army pants every damn day. ]
Wanna have a look around? See if there's anything decent to grab?
[ hands currently tucked into his pockets, his posture is a little rigid right now, uncertain, but hey that's fine. we're getting into the thick of it, totally normal to be this tense. ]
[ joining her on the flight deck with the balded flowers and the insane flower garland shrine, his hands resting in his pockets, he'll settle at her side and look outwards as well. ]
I know we've been told people will die in this game without fail, feels like insult to injury. Every death does, but...
[ you know. it's like you really went after someone on cyoa! (people are so evil you're all evil ♥) ]
[ he's hunting her for sport but not menacingly. well i guess he could be considered menacing to some people, but that's not the vibe right now. it's more like a sad animal feeling like where are you i am worried.
[one day we'll have a different non-despondent starter
Eventually, she will be found at the flight deck again. It seems she's squirreled away a small box of teriyaki chicken from the food court and is hoping to eat alone, in a place that will surely be vacated after all the bad vibes given.
But when she does see him, she doesn't shy away again. She looks no better than she did before, but the lack of an audience helps immensely.]
carrying an emotional support cup of tea, he approaches with heavy steps, easing down to sit but gives her some space if that seems to be what she wants. it's not that far, i guess. ]
Rosamund... I wanted to check up on you.
[ a light tilt of the head. he hasn't changed his mind, he doesn't plan on going anywhere. ]
[Set after yoru-loving madness, so that we can all cope with our emotions properly. Also after Tuesday bc i wiped out last night.
Rosamund is probably sticking close to the new Terminal, getting a feel for things. Maybe they can meet on the hiking trail?]
Hi, Artemy. [It's probably late so she is just letting the night fall here in the faux wilderness for fun. Also to avoid people again.] Gosh, that was embarrassing, wasn't?
[ the new terminal is good, all the green, all the nature (fake) but it's still here, it's still good. a hike along the trail is precisely what he wants, full of plants and planters full of butterflies. he likes it here, with the distant sound of rushing water like a reward. as turns to greet her with a smile, ]
Embarrassing is the word for it, certainly.
[ he lets a hand lift to brush the leaves of a bowing tree overhead, closing his eyes with a little furrow of his brow as he follows it to its sibling leaf and the leaf after that, like he's searching. ]
but he just nods gently at that. now that we're here, rosamund can definitely see that artemy has been chewed on. these are teeth marks, and large ones at that as she's using her gentlest touch. that's why it looks repeatedly stabbed into... and pretty gross. like when a beast mauls a piece of meat. ]
... You're doing just fine... thank you...
[ his voice is small, almost uncertain, eyes flicking from her back down to his wounds, brow knit slightly, tension in every limb. ]
If you can spare it, a little more antiseptic on my hand? I just. Want to be careful. Otherwise... I am very well taken care of.
[ kabby kabson stay off of those lists stop being blonde dye your hair i dont care what you do. pick your poison, either leaving trial together or he can come and find her, regardless he's sticking with her for a good while yet. ]
[ love you week 3 memshare, anyways i waste no time, they're getting flung into a memory (CW: DEATH, VIVISECTION AND ALL THAT ENTAILS)
this one is particularly rough, and artemy is left at the end of it looking down at his own hands, lips pressed into a thin line of contemplation, as though he can see the blood still on his hands, as if he can feel the weight of the earth in his palms.
in any case. that's the kind of "witch" he is. he looks pretty awful about having someone see that again! man! ]
Death never does hold much permanence for people around here, does it? And yet the effects so rarely abate. What's the point? she wonders, watching him rise and fall, watching the knife cut into the woman's body. His old friend's body.
Why is it that miracles demand their price with blood? Always with too much blood.
When the vision is over she reaches for his hand at once. Takes it softly in her own and looks into his eyes.]
[ i feel like the pleasure gardens would be funny so! here's a description from the locations page
(DESCRIPTION) The heart of this terminal is a vast tropical garden surrounding an enormous fountain and a colorful ferris wheel which reaches nearly to the top of the glass domed ceiling. Wander the maze-like paths through the foliage, watch the fountain light show complete with fireworks each night at 7 and 11 PM, or take a romantic ride on the ferris wheel.
Maybe be careful exploring? The pleasure gardens are full of escaped wild animals. A small herd of zebras often gather by the fountain, an angry elephant sometimes stampedes through the foliage maze, and you may spot a pair of lions hunting for prey near the base of the ferris wheel.
exploring the pleasure gardens is a great way to pass the time - especially as, perhaps on their way to get a better look at the ferris wheel. of course there may or may not be certain animals roaming around and about. oh well. he does kind of pause as they make their way towards the fountains, peering quietly at the first sign of zebra stripes. ]
... I can't say I blame them for leaving that awful place...
anyways she can find him on the flight deck holding a little piece of paper folded into the shape of a bull in his hands and turning it over gently. he won't just peace out. just kind of turning to look at her with a little bit of a weak tilt of the head. ]
[Her eyes go to the paper of course. Her heart pings. She's in no great shape herself, hair wet and the shock draining the verve out of her. But she slips into the seat beside him, and in spite of the week's mishaps puts an arm around his shoulder.]
[ oh my god this has been the most day of days right now. he's just kind of trying to figure out which way to go. straight to finding somewhere to sleep or somewhere to drink. he ends up somewhere like the fort, just kind of meandering the soft light of it maybe looking for a nice place to settle in and decompress from watching his own dead body (it's not the worst thing in the world).
sees her and carefully leans in a bit towards her, whatever she might be doing. ]
You haven't gotten up to too much trouble since I last saw you... have you?
[ says the man who was trampled not that long ago. ]
[ he's no longer stuck believing he is a horse wow amazing he hated that! he is making his way to the observation deck though with his own mug of spicy tea, which he had to go digging around the drawers of the medbay for (that's his medbay! that's basically his second bedroom!) in any case, he has a little watering can in hand as well because there are plants here.
just taking a seat next to her. ]
Really does - we worked pretty hard to get it back to normal and here it is feeling a bit like a shell, huh.
[ backtags into forever anyways so yeets but he's going to come find her and just... kind of immediately pull her into a hug if she lets him, the emotionshare giving off a warmth but also like the faintest undercurrent of uncertainty. ]
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W0 FIRST SATURDAY
It's funny, this view reminds me a little of the Observation deck on the Eudora. It was very disorienting back then...
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he joins her, leaning his elbows on the railing and looking outwards at the VOID. he doesn't like it. ]
It does... doesn't it? Not sure if it's comforting or if it just makes me angry, you know? Knowing people want to take away what it is we worked so hard to achieve.
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week 0, monday
he's enjoying a hot cup of tea right now, eyes closed, brow furrowless, but when he opens them and sees rosamund, perhaps passing by or on her way over, he gives a little nod. ]
Afternoon... come to get a bit of fresh air?
[ pat pat pats the seat beside him on the bench. ]
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For now it's fine though. She also likes to come look at the (forbidden), also comes with a little cup of tea, but touting one of those broad cafe chocolate chip cookies in the other hand.]
What serves as fresh air in this place, yes.
[She'll smile and take the seat, cracking the cookie in two and holding one piece to him. Halvsies?]
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w1, monday
sometimes you are tired of laundering the same blue sweater and green army pants every damn day. ]
Wanna have a look around? See if there's anything decent to grab?
[ hands currently tucked into his pockets, his posture is a little rigid right now, uncertain, but hey that's fine. we're getting into the thick of it, totally normal to be this tense. ]
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[buddy this girl was made for a 90s shopping montage. She trots over, putting a light hand to his arm and smiling big.]
Quick, before they take it all away again! It's time to invest in a real wardrobe.
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W1 FRIDAY
...Seems a bit cruel to me, that it was those two.
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I know we've been told people will die in this game without fail, feels like insult to injury. Every death does, but...
[ you know. it's like you really went after someone on cyoa! (people are so evil you're all evil ♥) ]
Yeah. It's cruel.
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week 1, saturday
so where will he find her? ]
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Anyway she can be found in the train graveyard. Sitting atop a train and glowering into its darkened guts.]
...You don't have to waste your breath on another interrogation. I didn't do anything wrong.
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char how do you write such beefy tags in such sort time spans teach me your ways
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W1 SUNDAY
Eventually, she will be found at the flight deck again. It seems she's squirreled away a small box of teriyaki chicken from the food court and is hoping to eat alone, in a place that will surely be vacated after all the bad vibes given.
But when she does see him, she doesn't shy away again. She looks no better than she did before, but the lack of an audience helps immensely.]
Hello, Artemy.
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carrying an emotional support cup of tea, he approaches with heavy steps, easing down to sit but gives her some space if that seems to be what she wants. it's not that far, i guess. ]
Rosamund... I wanted to check up on you.
[ a light tilt of the head. he hasn't changed his mind, he doesn't plan on going anywhere. ]
THE WAY THIS TAB SAT ON MY BROWSER FOR HOURS sobs i'm sorry
never sorry u-u
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W2 TUESDAY
Rosamund is probably sticking close to the new Terminal, getting a feel for things. Maybe they can meet on the hiking trail?]
Hi, Artemy. [It's probably late so she is just letting the night fall here in the faux wilderness for fun. Also to avoid people again.] Gosh, that was embarrassing, wasn't?
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[ the new terminal is good, all the green, all the nature (fake) but it's still here, it's still good. a hike along the trail is precisely what he wants, full of plants and planters full of butterflies. he likes it here, with the distant sound of rushing water like a reward. as turns to greet her with a smile, ]
Embarrassing is the word for it, certainly.
[ he lets a hand lift to brush the leaves of a bowing tree overhead, closing his eyes with a little furrow of his brow as he follows it to its sibling leaf and the leaf after that, like he's searching. ]
This might be my favorite spot yet.
W2 THURSDAY
She's fixing him up post de-fibbing, cleaning and treating his wounds with a ginger touch.]
Please let me know if I'm doing this incorrectly. I've got some minor experience with healing, but I'm no where near a healer.
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but he just nods gently at that. now that we're here, rosamund can definitely see that artemy has been chewed on. these are teeth marks, and large ones at that as she's using her gentlest touch. that's why it looks repeatedly stabbed into... and pretty gross. like when a beast mauls a piece of meat. ]
... You're doing just fine... thank you...
[ his voice is small, almost uncertain, eyes flicking from her back down to his wounds, brow knit slightly, tension in every limb. ]
If you can spare it, a little more antiseptic on my hand? I just. Want to be careful. Otherwise... I am very well taken care of.
[ those are his instruments, his true tools. ]
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w2, saturday
Want to find some place quiet for a while?
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She will nod though.]
Maybe not too far from the lounges, though? It's been a long day.
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w3, monday
this one is particularly rough, and artemy is left at the end of it looking down at his own hands, lips pressed into a thin line of contemplation, as though he can see the blood still on his hands, as if he can feel the weight of the earth in his palms.
in any case. that's the kind of "witch" he is. he looks pretty awful about having someone see that again! man! ]
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Death never does hold much permanence for people around here, does it? And yet the effects so rarely abate. What's the point? she wonders, watching him rise and fall, watching the knife cut into the woman's body. His old friend's body.
Why is it that miracles demand their price with blood? Always with too much blood.
When the vision is over she reaches for his hand at once. Takes it softly in her own and looks into his eyes.]
Is it always like this? The magic you have to do?
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W3 SATURDAY
I shouldn't have said anything.
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It was close to the end - everyone always scrambles towards the end.
[ don't look so mortified... pats seat beside him in the void. ]
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w4, monday
... I can't say I blame them for leaving that awful place...
[ the bistro is a nightmare. ]
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[frowning.]
Maybe we should liberate the rest of them...
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W4 WEDNESDAY
she encounters him in the void]
...Uh...
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mortified. ]
Ah...
[ scrubs face with a hand to remove the look of mortification from his face but it won't leave. ]
... Rosamund...
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w4, friday
anyways she can find him on the flight deck holding a little piece of paper folded into the shape of a bull in his hands and turning it over gently. he won't just peace out. just kind of turning to look at her with a little bit of a weak tilt of the head. ]
Halfway through... right?
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Halfway through.
[Her eyes go to the paper of course. Her heart pings. She's in no great shape herself, hair wet and the shock draining the verve out of her. But she slips into the seat beside him, and in spite of the week's mishaps puts an arm around his shoulder.]
It gets no easier, does it?
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w6, saturday
sees her and carefully leans in a bit towards her, whatever she might be doing. ]
You haven't gotten up to too much trouble since I last saw you... have you?
[ says the man who was trampled not that long ago. ]
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Oh, trouble? Not on my own account, no. I've been very well behaved.
[The others...what rapscallions.
She reaches for him though, tugging him down into the soft pillows and resettling on her elbows, glancing him over.]
I'm more worried about you. Especially since they didn't reach any good answers.
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Strange to be back here again...it really does feel so much emptier without them all.
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just taking a seat next to her. ]
Really does - we worked pretty hard to get it back to normal and here it is feeling a bit like a shell, huh.
w7, saturday
It's finally done.
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At long last. I can't believe our luck — twice now! What a nightmare!