[There's a girl sat in the food court. She is holding a corndog stick and has a fountain soda, and appears to have gotten two bites in when whatever eerie calm had caged her opens the door a crack.
She's suddenly staring ahead in a much different sort of blankness than before: Utter overload.]
[ while rosamund is staring into space, wriothesley is walking by with his SLURP pouch (tuna sandwich flavor). it's not exactly weird for weird things to happen around these parts, but after the whole Everything the newly dead go through, he figures it's best to check in on her. ]
[ 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.
but at least today there are no dick fountains and doors leading to orgies. there is only a quaint little village (critter commune) filled with rows of empty houses. wriothesley is currently inspecting a cute light blue house with double windows. ]
[ 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?
Too busy working. I don't spend much time in my bedroom [ which is basically connected to his office anyway ] so it's never made that much sense to invest.
[ alas! ]
What about you? Any dreams of becoming a homeowner?
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.
Seems like it would be a lot of upkeep. [ ... ] But I suppose that's what extra staff is for.
[ imagine being royalty. couldn't be him. (inconveniently memshares a short snippet of him at his desk signing papers accepting the title of duke bestowed upon his person.) ]
As for me....I run a production facility. Nothing to write home about.
Well, yes. I mean I don't know that I would choose a castle myself if I had to pick a new home, but I do enjoy most parts of being a princess? And at least with so many people around you can always find someone new to spend time with.
[don't ask me to invent histories and personalities for these npcs i just made up in my head val i'll destroy you]
Oh, come on. Don't be like that! Tell me anyway!
[Comes to link her arm with his.]
Your life is just as fascinating to me as anyone else's. I'd like to hear more, if you'll tell me?
[ can't believe you're not telling me all the details about all these npcs you just made up on the spot? i'm reporting you to the mods
but also why is rosamund so cute? wrio looks a little surprised when she links her arm with his, tensing just a bit before he relaxes again. i already forgot where i put them but they can saunter together. ]
In comparison to everyone else here, my life is nothing to write home about but sure, if there's something you'd like to know about, you're welcome to ask.
[ 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. ]
Okay, great! I just really would hate to think anyone would be left behind.
[But hm.]
I have to see about Ylfa of course — we're sort of from different places in our lives though, so even if I go with her I'm not sure I'd end up in the same place as that version of Ylfa is? If that makes sense?
It does. [ nodding ] Surely if they can transport all of us here, finding some way to send the two of you back to the some point in time and location shouldn't be that difficult. Especially since the two of you seem so fond of each other.
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W5 THURSDAY
She's suddenly staring ahead in a much different sort of blankness than before: Utter overload.]
it's clown milk, actually
You alright there?
[ the vibes are: Concerned ]
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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.
w6 tuesday
but at least today there are no dick fountains and doors leading to orgies. there is only a quaint little village (critter commune) filled with rows of empty houses. wriothesley is currently inspecting a cute light blue house with double windows. ]
I've never owned a house before.
[ not in this economy ]
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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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No? Too busy travelling?
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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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[ alas! ]
What about you? Any dreams of becoming a homeowner?
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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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[But ah. She shrugs.]
I'm a princess. I already have a castle.
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right. of course. ]
Seems like it would be a lot of upkeep. [ ... ] But I suppose that's what extra staff is for.
[ imagine being royalty. couldn't be him. (inconveniently memshares a short snippet of him at his desk signing papers accepting the title of duke bestowed upon his person.) ]
As for me....I run a production facility. Nothing to write home about.
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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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[don't ask me to invent histories and personalities for these npcs i just made up in my head val i'll destroy you]
Oh, come on. Don't be like that! Tell me anyway!
[Comes to link her arm with his.]
Your life is just as fascinating to me as anyone else's. I'd like to hear more, if you'll tell me?
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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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but also why is rosamund so cute? wrio looks a little surprised when she links her arm with his, tensing just a bit before he relaxes again. i already forgot where i put them but they can saunter together. ]
In comparison to everyone else here, my life is nothing to write home about but sure, if there's something you'd like to know about, you're welcome to ask.
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'She'?
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Well. What kind of production do you do? Do you have any family along with you?
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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.
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Clockwork parts for the production of meka. It's nothing fancy but it pays the bills.
[ this is an understatement ]
As for family...I parted ways with them when I was young. There were some things we didn't see eye to eye on.
W7 SATURDAY
Will you be heading home as well? Or are things different for you, because of the whole...bus thing...
[loose grasp of what a bus is]
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anyway why is rosamund so cute. he will absolutely give her a hug back. ]
I haven't heard anything different from our hosts so I can only assume that my return trip will be smooth sailing.
[ if it isn't then that's tomorrow him's problem after he's slept. ]
And you? What are your grand plans once you return?
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Okay, great! I just really would hate to think anyone would be left behind.
[But hm.]
I have to see about Ylfa of course — we're sort of from different places in our lives though, so even if I go with her I'm not sure I'd end up in the same place as that version of Ylfa is? If that makes sense?
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It does. [ nodding ] Surely if they can transport all of us here, finding some way to send the two of you back to the some point in time and location shouldn't be that difficult. Especially since the two of you seem so fond of each other.