[They can be on their way back to the lounge. Rosamund might walk with less pep in her step than usual, but she's not down and out. Upset, but composed. Resigned, mostly.]
...What he said at the end, about colours...that was something Roxana had talked about. In a roundabout sort of way. But they weren't at the same one together.
I wonder if... [Her lips purse. Hesitant.] If it's not even drawing inspiration from the old games, but drawing directly from them somehow?
Prism, he said - Prisma, as is the game on the passports. [ nodding. mordalion's expression is ever-neutral, but there's a slight droop to his ears. ] Directly...? An influence, or memories?
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Do you think the conclusion met today was correct?
Maybe drawing from the same sources? There were very powerful forces at work behind each incident, if I'm understanding all of them correctly. It could be echoes of the magic from older games brought into the new.
...Though maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.
[She thinks a moment.]
I do? Especially with the strange things he said at the end. And the earring was his, and there wasn't very many places for the motor oil to come from. He would have had bigger feet than Essek, too, which that footprint photo showed.
Really, the only other lead was having woodcarvings and a small knife in the garbage, which points to Siffrin. But Siffrin didn't match any of the other evidence, so that might have been coincidence. Or one of them was practicing a new hobby and it wasn't on their profiles as a "skill".
[essek getting jumped while practicing whittling for the first time, tragic]
i'll say of these three she's actually hiding in the spa, because everyone likes to go out and stare morosely at the sky on the flight deck. She's already been chased out of the train graveyard by people who recognized it as a prime sulking spot, so she's sitting on the floor in the back corner of the spa, hugging her knees and halfway through scowling and tears.
She openly groans when she realizes she's been found. Again.]
[voids them because monday location overload is so real. They can run into each other in the new terminal somewhere. Rosamund is still not well slept, but much better kempt. Subdued in manner and dress. I need to submit a comment for defibbing but her nails are healed by now.
She'll slow when she spots Mordalion, nodding.]
...Hey. [Smiling small, a little awkwardly.] Are you feeling overwhelmed by the size of the place, too? I haven't even tried for Departures yet.
[ good morning. mordalion has an armful of flowers - she might recognise them as the same kind as the ones in the relaxation area. huh weird. it's only a few, though.
rosie gets a nod in greeting, and a slightly softened look than his usual piercing gaze. ]
There's a lot going on, but some spots have held my attention more than others. [ ... ] Your hands look better. That's good.
[The flowers do grab her notice at once. Her gaze flicks down and her brows furrow — but also, who is she to judge? She would love to have some real blooms in the Lounge herself. Or even just in more places all around. All this sterile architecture is wearing her down.]
Thank you. [She looks a bit abashed, slightly averting her gaze.] ...I'm sorry about the other day, when you offered to help. I just...you know, people are being very kind to me, and I do know that it wasn't my choice to...to hurt her in that way. And everyone is being very understanding! I appreciate it, very much.
But still. It's been a little hard to not feel like I shouldn't be forgiven so easily. You know? That's all.
[ what are we doing today? in the art room, maybe, since we're looking over the new terminal. he's a terrible artist, but the colours do remind him of a certain setting.
a wind stirs, and suddenly you're swept into a memory set in a bright, colourful... amusement park? ]
[it's dizzying. So much history and chaos packed into one vision, and Rosamund, who finds her olden days medieval self at a total disadvantage understanding nearly everyone's memories, feels she's floundering again. The powers on display, the implications behind each strike. Not a single move came without the weight of years behind it, not a single thought without a plot.
And still, she finds her heart leaping when Mordalion beats the odds. The arm comes off at the end — after all the impossible feats of endurance and strength, his opponent was far from infallible after all. Short-sighted to boot.
She has to take a moment to catch her breath after.]
You bested him in the end. Even if he...if he could do all of that. Destroy those things like they were nothing.
[Unlike other weeks she's stoney faced as she comes back to the Lounge. Immediately pulling out shot glasses from their bar, and making one for Mordalion too. When he comes. If he's already there.
[ he's not back until later, damp soil still clinging to his arms, but he'll immediately come over when invited. like her, there's a hardness set behind his normally controlled expression.
he takes the shot and downs it. even despite everything, the burn makes him wince. ]
Well. I guess it was just a lot of what was actually available to eat? But also, I think that in the early weeks whenever they tried to communicate with us any earlier than a Sunday, they just lost their minds a little.
[makes a face]
It must have been to stop them from giving too much away.
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...What he said at the end, about colours...that was something Roxana had talked about. In a roundabout sort of way. But they weren't at the same one together.
I wonder if... [Her lips purse. Hesitant.] If it's not even drawing inspiration from the old games, but drawing directly from them somehow?
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Do you think the conclusion met today was correct?
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...Though maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.
[She thinks a moment.]
I do? Especially with the strange things he said at the end. And the earring was his, and there wasn't very many places for the motor oil to come from. He would have had bigger feet than Essek, too, which that footprint photo showed.
Really, the only other lead was having woodcarvings and a small knife in the garbage, which points to Siffrin. But Siffrin didn't match any of the other evidence, so that might have been coincidence. Or one of them was practicing a new hobby and it wasn't on their profiles as a "skill".
[essek getting jumped while practicing whittling for the first time, tragic]
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W1 SATURDAY
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- the flight deck
- the duty free shop
- the spa ]
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i'll say of these three she's actually hiding in the spa, because everyone likes to go out and stare morosely at the sky on the flight deck. She's already been chased out of the train graveyard by people who recognized it as a prime sulking spot, so she's sitting on the floor in the back corner of the spa, hugging her knees and halfway through scowling and tears.
She openly groans when she realizes she's been found. Again.]
Even here? Can't I just be alone for one moment?
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She'll slow when she spots Mordalion, nodding.]
...Hey. [Smiling small, a little awkwardly.] Are you feeling overwhelmed by the size of the place, too? I haven't even tried for Departures yet.
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rosie gets a nod in greeting, and a slightly softened look than his usual piercing gaze. ]
There's a lot going on, but some spots have held my attention more than others. [ ... ] Your hands look better. That's good.
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Thank you. [She looks a bit abashed, slightly averting her gaze.] ...I'm sorry about the other day, when you offered to help. I just...you know, people are being very kind to me, and I do know that it wasn't my choice to...to hurt her in that way. And everyone is being very understanding! I appreciate it, very much.
But still. It's been a little hard to not feel like I shouldn't be forgiven so easily. You know? That's all.
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a wind stirs, and suddenly you're swept into a memory set in a bright, colourful... amusement park? ]
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And still, she finds her heart leaping when Mordalion beats the odds. The arm comes off at the end — after all the impossible feats of endurance and strength, his opponent was far from infallible after all. Short-sighted to boot.
She has to take a moment to catch her breath after.]
You bested him in the end. Even if he...if he could do all of that. Destroy those things like they were nothing.
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[ said with almost a hint of fondness behind it. almost.
mordalion's usually severely neutral expression is a little melancholy. ]
It never should have turned out that way.
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gently backtags because somehow all of these just never showed up in my gmail
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he'd made cocoa for himself but he sets it down in front of her instead. ]
You look like you need this more than I do, Rosamund.
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Are you sure? I don't want to deprive you...
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W4 MONDAY
Really?!
[She scoffs.]
We should have just went back to the shrimp place.
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She thrusts it at him.]
Please. At least one. With me.
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he takes the shot and downs it. even despite everything, the burn makes him wince. ]
Needs to be sweeter.
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I suppose you're right. [a beat.] I'm not like Jonas. I don't know how to mix anything good.
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W5 MONDAY
Rosamund is bopping around turboheaven, maybe checking out the soundstage. Music!]
Oh! What's all this for? More performance stuff?
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It's musical equipment, so yes.
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w7 monday
let's go pick some apples. the outdoors are so beautiful. we're ignoring the threatening australia portal. ]
So what was with all the corn?
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Well. I guess it was just a lot of what was actually available to eat? But also, I think that in the early weeks whenever they tried to communicate with us any earlier than a Sunday, they just lost their minds a little.
[makes a face]
It must have been to stop them from giving too much away.
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W7 SATURDAY
Phew! And here I was worried we hadn't done enough!
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Well done. We're still left waiting, but I have the sense things will be okay.