[They're on the observation deck. Rosamund has by now peeled herself off the window and has helped herself to a seat next to one of the saner sorts she's met here. Her smile is brittle but she speaks sincerely as she reaches for his shoulder.]
Hey. How are you feeling now? Is everything... [She grits her teeth a little.] What do you make of it all, so far?
[ he's probably just poking through the iris options with the guitar set on the floor beside him, so he doesn't mind pausing to chat! ]
Ah. Well... [ he shrugs. ] They're really into their jobs, I guess? Which is great for them, if this whole thing is legit, but... I dunno. It all still sounds pretty sketchy, right?
[ but he doesn't want to sound too down? rosamund is being friendly, he can stand to do the same. ]
It's nice to stretch our legs and get our stuff back, though. And Nero-san's a great cook, if the food ever gets too boring for you.
[Feeling less than talkative, but too agitated to spend another moment in her square box of a room, Rosamund takes up the furthest, most plant-obscured seat she can find in the Observation Lounge. Her head is leaned into the window, and she stares at nothing.]
[ that's perfectly fine. she can just listen to him play guitar while she dissociates. something relaxed and calming, because he needs it too after a day like today. ]
[The simulation room is her refuge now. One of the ones that hasn't been marred by murder, though at this rate she doesn't expect that to last.
It's not her tower this time, but a strange floating, shambling amusement center, surrounded by salty sea on every side, littered with donkey bones and stinking of old hot dogs.
She's at the shack labelled "Slappy's Bubblegum and Whisky", where she verily chews a wad of bubblegum and knocks a shot back right after.
[ as soon as he steps in, kazuki thinks that maybe he should leave. the only thing stopping him is utter fascination from never seeing anything like it, outside of movies, so he wanders a bit instead to take it in.
it definitely doesn't look like the kind of place anyone would really want to be, so it's surprising to find her there, taking shots. but she's earned them after today, so he just approaches slowly. ]
There's the Fairy Godmother, necrotic, mad, glass shard impaling her chest. Her loyal servants, half-formed or less from furniture and with the ravenous minds of beasts, unthinking, unyielding.
Then there's the losing side. A puppet, arm broken off. Dead. An old man with a great book, a little girl with wolfen ears, both dead. The cat cannot be seen. The frog prince makes a last stand against the fairy godmother.
And then there's Rosamund. Less thorny, less scarred, but still ravaged by briars. Dead. Her eyes fixate on nothing. Her bow has fallen from her grasp. A half-barrel man stomps over her corpse, ignoring the dead to chase the last of the living.
Then suddenly it's gone. They're in a tower, and Rosamund is waking in bed. There's no thorns or scars at all. She looks around, starting at a voice from the door beyond. She opens it to a emptiness. Just a voice.
"Oh! Oh, my apologies. You're awake."
"Yes, good morning. Who do I have the pleasure of talking to?"
"Sorry."
There's a clinking, then a helmet is removed and the invisibility dispelled, revealing a beautiful woman in glass armor. Older than Rosamund by a few years, armed with a glass shield and polearm, looking relieved to see this young woman.
"Are you Cinderella?"
"I am Cinderella. Are you Sleeping Beauty? Rosamund?"
"Yes."
The woman gives a sigh of relief. "It worked."
"What worked?"
"We managed to catch you before you were completely gone. Or, rather, midway to where you are going."
[ he's seen plenty of these voids by now, enough memories seen and shared in turn to know what's happening. but all the same, kazuki is... confused. alarmed, too, to see the corpses of all those people, especially rosamund herself - only to see her wake up again, like it was all a bad dream? but his own thoughts aren't important here. ]
Yes? Um. [Wetting her lips.] I'll be all right. Have you checked on Yuri? She'd probably love to see you, poor girl. She did so well though! It wasn't as if anything was her fault. She was very admirable!
[ well. he doubts that rosamund will want to see him or anyone else right now, but they are still friends. he is still worried about her. so kazuki comes anyway. ]
Rosamund-san... [ "are you okay" is a foolish question, under these circumstances, so he won't waste his breath or her patience with it. the question is, what can he say right now? he has no way to help, no way to change this, but that's nothing new. ] ...Did they take care of you?
[ of course they did. io is here. what else would they do. ]
[ ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATING. unhappily poking through it all. good thing he's already taken what he needs. ]
Couldn't have damaged, like, the meat locker or something. Noooooo, it just had to be the music store. [ sighs. ] I'm sure they'll fix it up again later, but it still sucks.
WEEK 0: First Saturday
Hey. How are you feeling now? Is everything... [She grits her teeth a little.] What do you make of it all, so far?
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Ah. Well... [ he shrugs. ] They're really into their jobs, I guess? Which is great for them, if this whole thing is legit, but... I dunno. It all still sounds pretty sketchy, right?
[ but he doesn't want to sound too down? rosamund is being friendly, he can stand to do the same. ]
It's nice to stretch our legs and get our stuff back, though. And Nero-san's a great cook, if the food ever gets too boring for you.
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w0 friday
Rosamund-san...
[ he's still very shaken - but she'd taken things way harder last night. he's more worried about how she's handling it now. ]
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As does anger.]
Kazuki. [She may have steeled herself for darker purposes, but she still reaches softly for his shoulder.]
Are you all right?
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WEEK 0: Second Sunday
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w1 monday
this is very funny with rosamund i hope her briars cut him for this ]
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Oh!
[It's a very elegant fall, at least. And here's a kindly body to cushion it for her!
Please roll a d6 for piercing damage.]
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WEEK 1: Sunday
It's not her tower this time, but a strange floating, shambling amusement center, surrounded by salty sea on every side, littered with donkey bones and stinking of old hot dogs.
She's at the shack labelled "Slappy's Bubblegum and Whisky", where she verily chews a wad of bubblegum and knocks a shot back right after.
She doesn't notice she has company.]
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it definitely doesn't look like the kind of place anyone would really want to be, so it's surprising to find her there, taking shots. but she's earned them after today, so he just approaches slowly. ]
Rosamund-san?
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WEEK 3: Monday
Suddenly he's on a battlefield, except the combatants are all quite strange.
There's the Fairy Godmother, necrotic, mad, glass shard impaling her chest. Her loyal servants, half-formed or less from furniture and with the ravenous minds of beasts, unthinking, unyielding.
Then there's the losing side. A puppet, arm broken off. Dead. An old man with a great book, a little girl with wolfen ears, both dead. The cat cannot be seen. The frog prince makes a last stand against the fairy godmother.
And then there's Rosamund. Less thorny, less scarred, but still ravaged by briars. Dead. Her eyes fixate on nothing. Her bow has fallen from her grasp. A half-barrel man stomps over her corpse, ignoring the dead to chase the last of the living.
Then suddenly it's gone. They're in a tower, and Rosamund is waking in bed. There's no thorns or scars at all. She looks around, starting at a voice from the door beyond. She opens it to a emptiness. Just a voice.
"Oh! Oh, my apologies. You're awake."
"Yes, good morning. Who do I have the pleasure of talking to?"
"Sorry."
There's a clinking, then a helmet is removed and the invisibility dispelled, revealing a beautiful woman in glass armor. Older than Rosamund by a few years, armed with a glass shield and polearm, looking relieved to see this young woman.
"Are you Cinderella?"
"I am Cinderella. Are you Sleeping Beauty? Rosamund?"
"Yes."
The woman gives a sigh of relief. "It worked."
"What worked?"
"We managed to catch you before you were completely gone. Or, rather, midway to where you are going."
"Catch me?"
"Yes. May I come in, if that's all right?"
And the scene fades...]
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Rosamund-san...?
[ how is she feeling, after that? ]
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[ don't think he didn't see her trying to sneak off!! ]
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though in this dress not much would help]
Yes? Um. [Wetting her lips.] I'll be all right. Have you checked on Yuri? She'd probably love to see you, poor girl. She did so well though! It wasn't as if anything was her fault. She was very admirable!
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w4 monday
Kind of retro, isn't it? [ this means nothing to rosamund. ] Looks fun, though. Wanna give it a shot?
[ holding his hand out for her! let's go let's go ]
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[Her grin is bright as she puts her hands in his. Please do NOT let her fall. She steps cautiously into the rink, skates heavy and already rolling.]
Is this old fashioned where you're from?
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w4 friday
Two more... This can't keep happening.
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[She bites her lip.]
Were you with Nero last night? Diluc and I, we were in the hydroponics room.
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w4 saturday
Rosamund-san... [ "are you okay" is a foolish question, under these circumstances, so he won't waste his breath or her patience with it. the question is, what can he say right now? he has no way to help, no way to change this, but that's nothing new. ] ...Did they take care of you?
[ of course they did. io is here. what else would they do. ]
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[Said softly and without affect. She's not moved since the med pod lid popped. It's lucky there's no one queuing up for their turn tonight.]
Kazuki...I don't know what you all want me to say.
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w6 saturday
Come on, I want to get some pics since we missed out before.
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Oh, pictures! Okay! Yes! Um, are you just looking for a nice background?
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WEEK 7: Tuesday
Science.]
How much of this is an illusion, do you think?
[Because the bodies inside on hooks...is that a giant frog in the back?
Rosamund frowns, wandering further in at a tentative pace.]
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Most of it, probably... But I don't know if I'd want to use one of Scrap's things on this when there's that whole planet.
WEEK 7: Saturday
Sorting through the broken cds and smashed instruments...what a cruel life this is.]
I suppose it's a small price to pay...
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Couldn't have damaged, like, the meat locker or something. Noooooo, it just had to be the music store. [ sighs. ] I'm sure they'll fix it up again later, but it still sucks.
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