[ hoo boy. his eyebrows raise then fall again, and he takes a seat across from her. the slurp pouch gets set to the side for now. ]
It's alright. It's often hard to remember things after going through a difficult ordeal. [ which she had. ] Let's start with something easy. Do you remember who you are and where you are right now?
... [She bites into her lip.] I'm Rosamund. Right now, I'm Rosamund. And this is the airport? But I don't know this place at all. And I don't know you?
[ sometimes there are things in life that are more important than capri suns. ]
No, I'm not Carl. [ a flicker of distaste before he pushes it aside. ] But you're right, this is the airport, just a different side of it than you're used to seeing. It's where all the dead congregate.
[She swallows, nodding. Looking down. There's a great swell of grief, resignation. Self-loathing, even, lingering fear.]
I should have known. I thought — well I was barely myself enough to think it, but I thought I'd be like all the rest. Coming back badly hurt, but fixed up just enough. You know?
I'm pretty solid for a ghost, don't you think? The name's Wriothesley. I've been here from the beginning, same as everyone else, but I've been stuck on this side the entire time.
[ thinks of their ouija board and gets a headache. anyway. ]
Truthfully, I'm not sure what happened to me. One minute I'm napping in my office, the next I'm on a bus. Which, by the way, I'd never seen before until I arrived here.
[i keep forgetting this is her in the middle of dramatic disorientation and not usual bubbliness.]
I think I know what a bus is.
[She squints. Then presses her palms into her eyes.]
Sorry...It's, um... [There's a hitch of her breath, a wash of misery.] I don't mean to be rude, I was just...I really hoped I could stay with them. Help protect them. And I just wake up here instead? Not even on the right day, just...dead? Like that?
Hey, no need to apologize. The people on the other side are your friends, aren't they? People who are important to you. I don't think there's anyone who would have wanted to leave, especially unplanned.
[ oh. well. in that case. he looks like he's mentally calculating something in his head before motioning for her to follow him a different direction. ]
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I...I don't know.
[She looks to him, confused. Frightened actually, but nothing that spikes laying eyes on him.]
Who are you?
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The name's Wriothesley. I've been here [ with a nod at their surroundings ] the whole time, so it makes sense that you wouldn't have heard of me.
[ ... ]
Though I did send you a letter once.
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...
[sorry, there's a bit of an overload here. A flurry of several feelings at once.]
I'm...I did. I received letters? On the phone. [her lips purse.] I'm very sorry, which was it? I'm having trouble remembering.
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It's alright. It's often hard to remember things after going through a difficult ordeal. [ which she had. ] Let's start with something easy. Do you remember who you are and where you are right now?
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... [She bites into her lip.] I'm Rosamund. Right now, I'm Rosamund. And this is the airport? But I don't know this place at all. And I don't know you?
[A beat.]
Are you Carl?
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No, I'm not Carl. [ a flicker of distaste before he pushes it aside. ] But you're right, this is the airport, just a different side of it than you're used to seeing. It's where all the dead congregate.
[ does she remember dying...? ]
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[She swallows, nodding. Looking down. There's a great swell of grief, resignation. Self-loathing, even, lingering fear.]
I should have known. I thought — well I was barely myself enough to think it, but I thought I'd be like all the rest. Coming back badly hurt, but fixed up just enough. You know?
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[ after all, everyone else had come back and made it through. it's only natural to assume she would have too. ]
I'm sorry you didn't. But it's not the end of the world to end up here. There are still things you can do on this side, once you're feeling better.
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[Squints. Actually.]
Sorry, are you a ghost from the airport? You still haven't told me who you are.
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I'm pretty solid for a ghost, don't you think? The name's Wriothesley. I've been here from the beginning, same as everyone else, but I've been stuck on this side the entire time.
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[thinks about Dante and gets a headache]
The entire time? Oh — there was a guy like that at our first game, too. I think he was lost there because of a portal?
What happened to you, Wriothesley?
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[ thinks of their ouija board and gets a headache. anyway. ]
Truthfully, I'm not sure what happened to me. One minute I'm napping in my office, the next I'm on a bus. Which, by the way, I'd never seen before until I arrived here.
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I think I know what a bus is.
[She squints. Then presses her palms into her eyes.]
Sorry...It's, um... [There's a hitch of her breath, a wash of misery.] I don't mean to be rude, I was just...I really hoped I could stay with them. Help protect them. And I just wake up here instead? Not even on the right day, just...dead? Like that?
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Hey, no need to apologize. The people on the other side are your friends, aren't they? People who are important to you. I don't think there's anyone who would have wanted to leave, especially unplanned.
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She looks up to him, biting at her lower lip. It's pretty obvious she's trying not to cry, keeping her words measured and demeanour calm.]
No. No I think you're right. There's people important to me here too, but I just...well anyway.
[she inhales, touches her hand to her mouth briefly. Steels herself again.]
If there's somewhere I can go where I'm not just out here making a scene for anyone to see, that would be really nice?
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We don't have anything like a [ what was it again? ] crying lounge here, but there's a few places where you can sit by yourself for bit.
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[She inhales, throat thick. Then tries again.]
I want to go somewhere I won't hurt anyone. If she comes back, I don't want her to get out.
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'She'?
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A Devil, I think. It's...well if I were to take a guess, it would be something like Yoru's situation.
She called herself Control.