Lucien

[rosebleed]

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WEEK 0: First Saturday

[rosebleed]

[Pulling out one of the board games on the observation deck! Which feels rather trite in the face of, you know. Space.

But this one is called "Clue." And she is in desperate need of clues, so perhaps there is some hidden message within the contents, or a spell that will be revealed upon completion. Or something. Anything. Or what about this one, "Guess Who?"

Guess Who indeed.]

Care to play a round?

[Please say yes.]

[tombtaker]

[ hmmmmmmmmmmm. there's a really long pause. but you know what. fine. ]

Sure. Alright. Not as if there's anything better to be doing.

WEEK 0: First Monday

[rosebleed]

[If Lucien wanders past the stasis bay, a light, girlish voice might spring up in his mind.

Three days here, and nothing to show for it. Nothing!

But where is the stray thought coming from?

There's a little bump from inside (and an echo of a bruising forehead.)

OW. You dummy!]

[tombtaker]

[ lol. lmao even.

well, she can probably figure out someone else is approaching because the general psychic aura in this room gets so bad so quickly. a strong sense of the kind of skin-crawling paranoia of being trapped in a small space, and an exhaustion so profound the walls are probably moving. maybe someone should ... try sleeping? that's crazy. ]

Looking for something in particular?

W0 - FRIDAY

[tombtaker]

[ he's pacing again! he's pacing again. up and down the hallways, though this time he's added chainsmoking to the mix. so that's pleasant, I'm sure.

when he sees her, he'll offer the pack of cigarillos out for her to take one. ]

[rosebleed]

[Normally it would be a pass from her. Today?

Rosamund plucks a cigarette from the box. She takes a shaky breath.]

Thank you.

W0 - SUNDAY

[tombtaker]

[ yo. well sunday after WHATEVER THAT WAS then lucien will come find rosamund at some point if she's around, giving her a nod when he sees her. ]

... Don't let them take your rage from you.

[rosebleed]

[sunday was a crime, saturday was a catastrophe

She looks to him with bleary eyes. The tears came at some point, but he's been spared the graceless sight of them. She even laughs a little, though it's under her breath and brief as can be.]

I don't know. You don't think I made a fool of myself?

WEEK 1: Thursday

[rosebleed]

[she's doing her best to be polite about it. Waits some time, until she's certain most of the calamity has died down. She finds Lucien at sime quieter moment, sans company, and approaches warily.]

Hello...

[She offers him a pack of cigarettes.]

I don't know what kind you like but I thought maybe you might need some.

[tombtaker]

[ he's found somewhere quiet to chill out for a while, be by himself as much as he can be - it's kind of difficult to sit with your back full of holes, and his face still has the deep scratches on it, but he looks less bad off than before. at least all of it's sort of sealed up so he's not leaking.

he seems surprised when she approaches, but he'll reach out to take the cigarettes - nodding. ]

My thanks.

[ he's fiddling with the box, pulling one out - more to toy with it in his hands than anything. ]

W1 - FRIDAY

[tombtaker]

nonagon

Any new thoughts on justice, my friend?

[rosebleed]

[What a loaded question. Especially after the post-trial revelations last week.

Then again, who's to say what they'll learn after this one?]

nyquil

I don't know if what we have on board is justice, to be honest.

Did you know him well?

WEEK 2: Thursday

[rosebleed]

[Rosamund may not like the cold, but the people here have outfitted them well. Enough so that she can spend the early morning crouching low and trail her fingers through the snow, examining the disturbances therein.]

It went east. I think one of its hind legs may have been injured.

So, it can't be too far. You up for a hike?

[Also she's got doe ears right now. They flick occasionally in the morning chill.]

[tombtaker]

[ he does not appear to have extra animalistic features at the moment, but he is wearing quite a few clothes. it's hard to say. he's kind of interested in her tracking, actually, standing back and letting her work - watching. ]

Alright. Lead the way.

W3 - MONDAY

[tombtaker]

[ the first thing you feel is pain. The wrenching, wretched pain of skin loosening and freeing the parts of you that sustain life - you can see the magic around you, deep purple and vivid-bright - and you know you’ve made a mistake. She’s killed you. You’re already dead, your mind is just faster than your heart to realize it. Vess DeRogna - Archmage of the Assembly and traitorous bitch - had won.

No no no no— I won’t be made a puppet, I won’t be made hollow, not like this not like this—

But you don’t have time for objections more than that.

For a while, it’s dark.

Then you wake up.


You’re sitting on the ground, in a field - quiet. It’s evening outside, though you don’t recognize the star patterns above your head. There’s the remains of something being packed away around you. A … carnival, maybe. There’s a large tent, half-fallen down, a few caravans to the side. Half of everything is in piles - poles and crates, costumes tossed in heaps. Bits of paper float by on the wind. It’s calm, like the aftermath of a storm.

No one else is around, except her.

“Oh. You’re here? A little earlier than expected. Hello.”

There’s a woman, seated on a crate across from you. She has milk-white eyes, and is much taller than she has any right to be. Then again, when you take another glance, she appears perfectly normal. Smiling, but only a little.

She’s shuffling cards in her hands (two, no, more than two, four, eight, infinite … two), deep red with a golden decoration inked across the back. the ever-swirling ocean blue of her skin is hypnotic, making it almost impossible to know where to look.

“I don’t think I have all of you … do you know where the other part might be?” ]

[rosebleed]

[There's nothing quite like going to grab a quick croissant and feeling your skin peel off your muscle.

Rosamund is rattled the moment the memory overtakes her. She knows death, quite intimately at this point, but it doesn't make easy. Particularly when it slows down.

Same goes for the sudden wakefulness. The place is odd, she's never been to such a circus but can at least recognize the fanfare, even half disassembled like this. What draws her more is the woman and her cards. Nothing mortal about this.

Nothing real.

She comes to, suddenly gripping at Lucien's shoulder. She needs to catch her breath. There's sweat at her brow and under her arms, and her eyes dart between striations in the tiling on the floor.]

Lucien...

WEEK 4: Tuesday

[rosebleed]

Haha, thank you, thank you so much. I'm very sorry, I'm actually not single, hahaha.

[She threads her arm through Lucien's very pointedly and tries to hustle them along. Why did they draw such a massive crowd the second they got into this crazy mall?

She whispers to him:]

What is with all these people?

[tombtaker]

Committed, monogamous - considering one of those certificates around here and everything!

[ he will confidently take her arm and then just use his free to start throwing elbows, pushing through where he can and dragging her along if possible. whispering back, though he's a terrible whisperer: ]

Not used to this?

Week 4: Thursday

[rosebleed]

[Hi so he's evil and bad and should feel bad.

Yet Rosamund has stuck by his pod until the timer dings and he is done cooking like a nasty rotisserie chicken. She sets her book aside and peers in.]

Lucien? Are you all right?

[tombtaker]

[ he will be baked soon

he will stay in there quietly for a while, at least enough that things have like. sealed over and he's not in danger of bleeding out - sitting up and pushing the pod door open, taking a look down at himself to see how bad it is. there's still some punctures, and the lightning strike has settled into scarring more than anything, so the worst thing is still the Missing Eye problem. ]

Better worse.

[ well. dead? sure. ]

W4 - SATURDAY

[tombtaker]

[ heeeeeeeey girlie

well he's coming to find her wherever she is - apparently in the medbay. a classic for a reason. he's just busting up in here, already smoking, so that's great for health concerns. ]

Awake?

[rosebleed]

[don't start i'll take you to the vulture dimension

Also she's still laying down in the med pod. The opposite of him this week, he couldn't wait to get out and she can't bring herself to leave.]

I suppose. [Her eyes roll his way. She watches the smoke curl away from his cigarette, listless.] What do you want?

W6 - SATURDAY

[tombtaker]

[ HI ROSAMUND HI

he is coming to find her ... ]

I think ... I owe you an apology.

[rosebleed]

Huh?

[Okay sorry her hand is instantly on his arm. Feeling a little touch-starved and shell-shocked still.]

What for? I don't think you do?

W7 - MONDAY

[tombtaker]

[ HELLO ROSAMUND lucien is actually coming to find her earlier on monday, with that familiar pink book they had found the week she died. ]

You should see this.

[rosebleed]

[Comes to this after plot post after happened, as is the RPer way.]

What? That old thing?

[Okay but actually though, very plant forward it was, no? She reaches for it.]

What's going on, Lucien?

WEEK 7: Saturday

[rosebleed]

[Running over the second she catches sight of him, breathless.]

Lucien! Are you all right now? I'm so sorry!

[tombtaker]

[ FROG SMUSHED ............. he's fine. temenos swung but. at worst he seems mildly ruffled. ]

I'm fine, I'm fine, no need to worry about it.