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Hello! Hello again! Miss?
[PATTER PATTER PATTER. There's little princess feet catching up to you.]
It's so good to see you again! Are you well? [And more hushed, once she's drawn close enough.] Did you get a chance to speak with those strange "senior" crew-folk?
[She asks, having damn well seen the woman conversing with one not long before.]
[PATTER PATTER PATTER. There's little princess feet catching up to you.]
It's so good to see you again! Are you well? [And more hushed, once she's drawn close enough.] Did you get a chance to speak with those strange "senior" crew-folk?
[She asks, having damn well seen the woman conversing with one not long before.]
[she startles a little when she hears footsteps running up to her, but when she realizes who it is, she relaxes a bit.]
I'm fine. [she says, bemused.] It's Throné.
[and - once the hushed tone starts, she folds her arms.]
I did. I assume you did as well. Why?
I'm fine. [she says, bemused.] It's Throné.
[and - once the hushed tone starts, she folds her arms.]
I did. I assume you did as well. Why?
Really?
[Just the word throne with a — you know what? Nevermind. That's rude.]
Yes, yes of course. Miss Throné. And I'm Rosamund!
[There! Now they know each other. Time for conspiracy.]
I did not, actually. I more hung back for the moment. I just... [She purses her lips and shakes her head.] Something didn't feel right.
What did they say to you?
[Just the word throne with a — you know what? Nevermind. That's rude.]
Yes, yes of course. Miss Throné. And I'm Rosamund!
[There! Now they know each other. Time for conspiracy.]
I did not, actually. I more hung back for the moment. I just... [She purses her lips and shakes her head.] Something didn't feel right.
What did they say to you?
[HELP yeah it's like throne-ay. it's (aki voice) french adjacent
anyway, her lips twitch at the introduction, but she sobers quickly at the question.]
They were unhelpful. [she says, first, tilting her head back.] Nothing can be done to help us. They can pass on our complaints to upper management, we'll be compensated for our time... everything an organization says to you to make you cooperate.
anyway, her lips twitch at the introduction, but she sobers quickly at the question.]
They were unhelpful. [she says, first, tilting her head back.] Nothing can be done to help us. They can pass on our complaints to upper management, we'll be compensated for our time... everything an organization says to you to make you cooperate.
[hi5s in fake french names]
Upper "management."
[Rosamund sets her hands on her hips. She scoffs.]
Isn't that always the way? No one cares to take responsibility for themselves. There's always someone else to blame. Some higher power, be it a ruler or a boss or a god. What a perfect excuse to play at being useless.
Upper "management."
[Rosamund sets her hands on her hips. She scoffs.]
Isn't that always the way? No one cares to take responsibility for themselves. There's always someone else to blame. Some higher power, be it a ruler or a boss or a god. What a perfect excuse to play at being useless.
[immediately rosamund gets +2 points for this.]
That's what I thought. [sigh.] It's easy to pass on the blame when they're the faces we need to deal with.
...They insisted that I signed a contract to be here. But I wouldn't. Not with what I was involved with before I got here.
[absently touches the collar around her neck.]
That's what I thought. [sigh.] It's easy to pass on the blame when they're the faces we need to deal with.
...They insisted that I signed a contract to be here. But I wouldn't. Not with what I was involved with before I got here.
[absently touches the collar around her neck.]
[YES!!!!!!!!!]
A contract? [A tingle runs down her neck.] Ooooh, I don't like the sound of that. Things getting written down can be so dangerous.
[She doesn't miss the subtle touch though. Her eyes dart from the woman's neck to her eyes.]
...Something quite similar, I imagine?
A contract? [A tingle runs down her neck.] Ooooh, I don't like the sound of that. Things getting written down can be so dangerous.
[She doesn't miss the subtle touch though. Her eyes dart from the woman's neck to her eyes.]
...Something quite similar, I imagine?
I think I will at some point. Soon. [She's not slacking!] There were just an awful lot of people with questions just now, and I'd hoped I could speak to them more privately.
[She nods in approval.]
Very wise. Sometimes the best tool at your disposal is a good attitude and a smile!
[Beaming at her! She believes in you Throné!]
[She nods in approval.]
Very wise. Sometimes the best tool at your disposal is a good attitude and a smile!
[Beaming at her! She believes in you Throné!]
[oh no. not the smile. she is bad at smiles........]
... Right. [she says, sounding. unsure. but rosamund is so encouraging that she's kind of like maybe it is possible??] We could exchange information, if you'd like.
You seem like you might be... more capable in this than me, but I'm not half bad at finding things out.
... Right. [she says, sounding. unsure. but rosamund is so encouraging that she's kind of like maybe it is possible??] We could exchange information, if you'd like.
You seem like you might be... more capable in this than me, but I'm not half bad at finding things out.
[agnea does this sort of thing all the time to her, and throné is much calmer than she was when she arrived, so. she reacts less poorly this time - she does, in fact, startle, but she doesn't pull her hands away. she is a little awkward about it because she just :man_standing: with her hands grasped, but it's fine? probably?]
They tend to be, yes. [a beat.] Then it's settled.
They tend to be, yes. [a beat.] Then it's settled.
I do. And I've got a good sense for these things, so you best believe me.
[And they had a lovely day thereafter!!!!! s-links upgraded, you may now call on rosamund for literally anything]
[And they had a lovely day thereafter!!!!! s-links upgraded, you may now call on rosamund for literally anything]
[WELL WELCOME TO MG I GUESS!!!
she's still in the observation room, just kind of. sitting here, but she does look up at rosamund if she's nearby. the emotion here is just absolutely despondency, like - she's sad normally, but this is so much worse. it's not the first time this has happened - it's not the first time she's seen someone die right in front of her and it won't be the last. it's not the first time she's made friends with someone to lose them immediately. it's not even the first time it's been two people at once.
it's kind of going through her head, as she sits here, but. she doesn't say anything, she just makes room for rosamund to come sit and cry if she wants to.]
she's still in the observation room, just kind of. sitting here, but she does look up at rosamund if she's nearby. the emotion here is just absolutely despondency, like - she's sad normally, but this is so much worse. it's not the first time this has happened - it's not the first time she's seen someone die right in front of her and it won't be the last. it's not the first time she's made friends with someone to lose them immediately. it's not even the first time it's been two people at once.
it's kind of going through her head, as she sits here, but. she doesn't say anything, she just makes room for rosamund to come sit and cry if she wants to.]
[Rosamund has stolen a towel again, this time to dab at her neck and brow as she returns from her mad dashing and frantic upturning of every table and nook and cranny in the joint. There must be something she's missed here on the first look around. There can't be nothing.
Her emotions are more akin to a simmering boil. She's never met a crisis she couldn't tackle, and to find herself absolutely ineffective is a first. She doesn't like it.
Then she catches the waves coming off the young woman still sitting here, and wonders if this time she has to reverse her order. Fight later, comfort first.
Rosamund sits without a word, watching her. She swallows thickly.]
I'm sorry.
Her emotions are more akin to a simmering boil. She's never met a crisis she couldn't tackle, and to find herself absolutely ineffective is a first. She doesn't like it.
Then she catches the waves coming off the young woman still sitting here, and wonders if this time she has to reverse her order. Fight later, comfort first.
Rosamund sits without a word, watching her. She swallows thickly.]
I'm sorry.
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