rosebleed | Dahut

[They're at the mess hall!! She's readily joined Dahut as a lunch partner, eager for some pleasant company. Too bad the food is not so pleasant.]

I've never in my life had a meal where the meat tasted just like the vegetables.

[Which in turn taste like sawdust.]

[TURBO TIME.

Whenever Rosamund is next moseying through the observation deck/lounge area, she might be in for a little surprise! It's perhaps a bit hard to see things well between the darkness of space stretching out beyond the windows and how often people tend to look out through them instead of at the floor, so maybe she'll bump into it.

It being a pile of white fabric on the floor. Investigate??]

[Hi Rosamund! Are you enjoying the party? This guy hopes you are! Or something! Who knows... He's just sort of man-standing there, pixelatedly, looking at her like he's considering something?]

Oh—! Please be careful with those, they may harm you!

[Fortunately they will not, but he's cautious just in case. That flower, as well as the entire field spread out before them, is a blanket of red spider lilies - but they're all jet-black, making for a striking contrast with the blue of the sea and sky.

He also glances back behind them toward where the rift has SEALED THEM IN. "it opens if they visit it" not this time it doesn't.]

...Unfortunately, I think we'll have to proceed through whatever nonsense is here first. Just take care, okay?

[WHAT A LOVELY DAY TO BE....... at the... dripping debussy........ Hateful that this name is so awful when the location is decent.

Anyway, as she's wandering through, her peaceful lil walk will be interrupted by the sound of someone apparently coughing themselves to death behind a pillar.]

[ROSAMUND AND GREGOR OUT HERE WITH THE KILL SWEEP well. Dahut is alive! Again!! He's freshly cleaned and wearing a nice new outfit that isn't garbage stinkified, and he seems... very fine! Completely fine! There is a brightness about his mood that is maybe a little uncanny compared to his usual demeanor but that's surely fine, too!

He'll wave a hand and smile when he spots her, his head canting curiously to the side.]

Mademoiselle Rosamund! I believe I heard your voice earlier...?

[they're at the strip club

jk it's one of the libraries. Rosamund is laying ponderously on the ground, a book open across her chest, staring at the ceiling. She's come to no profound conclusions about the what the lack of a murder means, and the plan to revive them all hasn't quite hit fruition, so she's waiting. Antsy, dry-mouthed. She doesn't startle when she hears footsteps. She just waits.]

Not sure what to do, either?

[Regrettably, Dahut is standing a little too close to a certain princess when a memory rift swallows them whole.

He finds himself looking through the eyes of Rosamund. It's a room in a dark inn, a candle of ominous importance on the table. Standing around are a motley crew, more fable than human. They speak, fretful but quick-paced, as if sensing they're on the verge of doing something they'll regret.

"Do you want privacy while you talk to your mom?"

"No, no. I'm not-"

Rosamund pipes up, "I'd like to meet your mom."

The little puppet boy fidgets on the spot. "Yeah, I'm not embarrassed of my mom. I mean, I've never had a mom before, so, I mean, I just... And she's just very..."

He hesitates. The candle flickers before him, waiting for his choice. Before he speaks, the old man panics and thrusts Rosamund — only Rosamund — into a closet.

From there, things get strange.

The light in the crack of the door shifts. There's a sense of expansion. There's a scream — a woman, not anyone present before. A shadow stretches, vast, unknowable.

And by the time the madness ends, their saviour sums it all up with one concise phrase.

"What the fuck was that?"]

((Watch from 17:39-End))

[FLYING IN FOR A SURPRISE HUG]

You saved us! I can't believe it! That last shot? Incredible!

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