rosebleed | Lucien

[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.]

[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!]

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[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.

nonagon

Any new thoughts on justice, my friend?

[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.]

[ 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?” ]

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?

Edited 2024-03-26 17:01 (UTC)

[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?

[ 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?

Edited 2024-03-31 01:46 (UTC)

[ HI ROSAMUND HI

he is coming to find her ... ]

I think ... I owe you an apology.

[ 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.

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

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

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