rosebleed | Gregor

[They're at the bar because I say so. Rosamund has probably whisked herself into the seat next to him, happy to find a familiar face (and perhaps a sympathetic one.)]

Hellooo~ [She beams at the older man.] This is a much nicer selection than those food boxes, wouldn't you agree?

Did you find something to smoke yet?

[ANOTHA ONE /dj khaled voice

anyway high if he hasn't had enough of her fairy tale nonsense yet, Rosamund makes a beeline to him the next time she sees him. Regret to inform you he's been marked as a Reliable Adult.]

Are you having weird experiences too?

[He receives a wave of impatience, fright, and teenage anxiety in one calamitous wash of emotion.]

[She can't stand this. Useless all week, useless in times of need.

There has to be something. There has to be some sign.]

Gregor!

[She runs to him, snatching his sleeve.]

You know about this machine stuff, right? You know spaceships?

Well, that's not encouraging.

[lingering near the food court barrier, after that alert. whaaat the hell. also i forgot he changed clothes he's in a hoodie and jeans rn.]

C'mon, they could at least let somebody deal with it.

Edited 2024-03-09 00:26 (UTC)

Hey, Princess.

[rosamund is the only person he's not smoking around today, honestly, he's. holding back for now, so she doesn't have to deal with it.]

Holding up?

[Coming out of her cage and she's been doing just fine—]

Oh! Sorry... [And he nearly walks direct into Gregor.] Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you all right?

[She hasn't spoken to him in a minute, has she?]

[Bad news Gregor. You've been hit by 👏👏 you've been struck by 👏👏 a stray memory.

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))

Edited 2024-03-19 04:09 (UTC)

[hi princess...

gregor is in the medbay, of course, waiting for yuri to be done in the pod; he's seated on a cot, silent, just sort of existing here until then.

he glances up to her with a little nod, but is otherwise quiet.]

[well, he knows about how long that curse lasts after he's been hit with it himself... so after a while, when he's relatively sure rosamund ought to be her usual age again, he's gonna go check in on her.]

Hey, Princess? You back to normal?

[left at rosamund's door is a little package containing the following:

-a diary
-a bracelet
-and a little bird trinket.

also a note:]

Hey, Princess. Figured why not do a little shopping while we're on this planet, right? I got Rodya to help me out a little bit-- she picked the bird, for the record, something about needing to decorate rooms?

Anyway. Try to have a good time while we're here, yeah? I think we all need a break.

-Gregor

[hi... he's coming to the medbay, after a while. maybe lightly sweaty from exertion but don't worry about that.]

...hey, Princess, you up?

[coming over here from the grinder, I guess. She's showing him locations!!]

This is Applebee's! [Opening the door to this fine establishment.] We got locked in here on Tuesday and played party games and got drunk. Also, Lucien showed up as a rat here the other day.

[She smiles warmly.]

Most of the drinks are corn based.

[we're gonna be in the conservatory! because it's not the rat strip club!!]

Now this is what we could use more of, right? I kinda like this spot.

[he's still in the pillow fort tbh he's comfy]

Well, didn't expect that... you think it's a good sign?

[The moment she sees him, she is going in for the hug. C'mere.]

Thank you for everything today. You're an absolute saint, Gregor.

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