It's a sort of sweaty anxiety that beams out to Temenos. Typical of a teenager maybe, but tinged with a real fear. And yet all Rosamund is doing is cradling a cup of tea and glancing sidelong at the expanse of space outside.
They're probably lying. They're in armor, and we've never seen their faces, and we're in the middle of nowhere being taken to who knows where...and for what? Are we the cargo?]
[ THE WAY I WROTE A TAG FOR THIS AND LEFT IT OPEN ALL NIGHT NOOO
oh, this poor little lamb. when temenos feels rosamund's thoughts through this bizarre sharing...incident, he pauses midstep, observes the scene, and... doesn't initially approach. actually, he turns and disappears for a moment, and returns just a few moments later.
this time, he too has a cup of tea! and he comes over towards rosamund, giving off these incredibly soft, warm emotional waves of calm, then comes to join her. ]
Rosamund. [ gentle, in greeting. ] Everything alright?
[ it clearly is not considering her anxiety beam but he is a nice cleric who doesn't immediately point this out. ]
[This is such a sweet approach?? She doesn't notice the doubling back, but her shoulders settle when he approaches, soothed down by a sudden and inexplicable calm.]
Temenos! [Said with light surprise. She paints on a smile as quick as can be.] Oh you know, just taking it all in, one day at a time! Looking at all the stars. It's quite pretty, isn't it?
I've gotten quite good at reading them back home, to find my way at night and all. But nothing looks the same out here. I suppose we're looking at them from a completely different perspective? Things always look different once you get closer to them. Do you think we'll travel to one? Or maybe to the moon? I'd like to visit the moon.
[Life Hack: if you keep talking long enough you never have to say anything important.]
temenos listens to her as she talks... and talks....and talks... tilting his head just slightly to the side. ]
Perhaps. Perhaps not. [ the response is soft, thoughtful, and at first that's all he says, glancing idly out at the view as well - in fact, temenos turns his gaze outwards and seems to be pondering her questions, or maybe patiently waiting to see what else she has to say...?
life hack 2: if you are dealing with someone who is sweatily talking a lot by responding nicely and then leaving a silence, they will continue to talk and inevitably lead you down the correct path of conversation ]
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WEEK 0: First Monday
It's a sort of sweaty anxiety that beams out to Temenos. Typical of a teenager maybe, but tinged with a real fear. And yet all Rosamund is doing is cradling a cup of tea and glancing sidelong at the expanse of space outside.
They're probably lying. They're in armor, and we've never seen their faces, and we're in the middle of nowhere being taken to who knows where...and for what? Are we the cargo?]
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oh, this poor little lamb. when temenos feels rosamund's thoughts through this bizarre sharing...incident, he pauses midstep, observes the scene, and... doesn't initially approach. actually, he turns and disappears for a moment, and returns just a few moments later.
this time, he too has a cup of tea! and he comes over towards rosamund, giving off these incredibly soft, warm emotional waves of calm, then comes to join her. ]
Rosamund. [ gentle, in greeting. ] Everything alright?
[ it clearly is not considering her anxiety beam but he is a nice cleric who doesn't immediately point this out. ]
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Temenos! [Said with light surprise. She paints on a smile as quick as can be.] Oh you know, just taking it all in, one day at a time! Looking at all the stars. It's quite pretty, isn't it?
I've gotten quite good at reading them back home, to find my way at night and all. But nothing looks the same out here. I suppose we're looking at them from a completely different perspective? Things always look different once you get closer to them. Do you think we'll travel to one? Or maybe to the moon? I'd like to visit the moon.
[Life Hack: if you keep talking long enough you never have to say anything important.]
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temenos listens to her as she talks... and talks....and talks... tilting his head just slightly to the side. ]
Perhaps. Perhaps not. [ the response is soft, thoughtful, and at first that's all he says, glancing idly out at the view as well - in fact, temenos turns his gaze outwards and seems to be pondering her questions, or maybe patiently waiting to see what else she has to say...?
life hack 2: if you are dealing with someone who is sweatily talking a lot by responding nicely and then leaving a silence, they will continue to talk and inevitably lead you down the correct path of conversation ]
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She waits another beat, generously giving him time to carry on.
]
Have you been to the moon?
[okay one question, hard stop. please participate, you're killing her.]
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That I have not been.
[ and again there's another..........
........long silence.......
but eventually, he will finally have mercy, mouth turning up just slightly at the edge, a pressed down smile as he observes the space outside. ]
...Though, if you'll forgive my assumption.. somehow, I have the feeling that's not quite what's on your mind.