Arthur Starling

[rosebleed]

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WEEK 0: First Sunday

[rosebleed]

[Impressive as the scope of this "ship" is, there's only so many places to go. Rosamund finds herself drifting most often to the Observation Deck. Perhaps the novelty of the view will wear off soon but she can't help herself. She keeps hoping to spy something.

Right now she doesn't find any clues, but she does spy a harried looking cat and a harried looking man. She's on alert immediately. She's prepared for this moment.

Keeping a safe distance but gently crouching low, she unwraps the cat treat she'd taken from the vending machine. She's going to win this little guy over or die trying.]

Pss-pss-pss-pss-pss...

[Holding it out! So tempting!]

[expiries]

[arthur is standing by the window, looking out at the stars with an unreadable expression. more importantly, though, baast is weak to food even if she has a strong aversion to people. tragic...

she looks very conflicted as she glances between rosamund and the treat, doubletaking once or twice. meanwhile, when arthur hears her and looks her way:]

...What are you doing?

[rosebleed]

Shh... [She speaks in a hushed tone, eyes still on the prize.] You said she's shy, didn't you?

Come here, darling. It's all right! Wouldn't you like a little treat? Here.

[She shakes a little pile out between them and edges backwards a few paces. Gotta give cats their space.]

Go on! Doesn't it smell delicious?

week 0, friday

[expiries]

[as she zooms around the ship, she'll find him around the stasis area, cleaning one of the pods with a frown. he's doing decently well at pushing down his emotions.]

...Miss Du Prix. Did you notice anything out of the ordinary yesterday?

[rosebleed]

Oh, did I notice things. Were they useful things?

[She enters with a huff, throwing her hair back and beelining for the opposite wall. She'll press her fingers around the edge of each panel, each corner. Each conceivable seam between broad swathes of steel.]

Not at all, even if we were all in the same room together. What are you looking at over there?

[expiries]

All in the same room... Were you in the observatory, then? Mr. Charles told me what happened.

[shrugs.]

They need to be cleaned.

week one, monday

[expiries]

[medbay timeeeeeee

he's looking at the entirety of the room, but his attention is mostly captured by the recovery pod. muttered to himself:]

Fascinating.

[rosebleed]

[It's a little too late to feel grateful for this.

Rosamund had moved into this newest space with a bitter frown, thinking of what Eunhyuk had said. About how Luke hadn't said anything. How they didn't have a chance to try saving him at all, and only now are they given something that might have helped.]

You think so?

[expiries]

You don't?

[glancing back at it, then to her.]

Did you have something similar back home...?

WEEK 1: Sunday

[rosebleed]

[What on earth is she supposed to do now?

Rosamund knows it's silly to come back so soon. How garish to return to the scene of the crime. But she does come, and she sits miserably on the floor with her head against her own pod because she can't decide where to go. Viktor was the only man in here she'd still call a stranger but one she was getting fond of. And she misses the other four in too great a quantity to pick one or the other to rest against. None of this is fair.

When Arthur finds her she's covered her eyes with both hands, head tilted back and knees up, in a silent lull but no less distraught.]

[expiries]

[god, it hurts to see. hurts that she'd had to be so strong in an impossible situation, and seeing the aftermath now - he's tried to train himself to be cold and callous most of his life, but he can't just pass her by, seeing this. her hands are covering her eyes, so she doesn't see him hovering awkwardly for a few moments before moving towards her and crouching down.]

...Miss Du Prix. Do you - I mean, have you gotten any rest...?

WEEK 2: Sunday

[rosebleed]

[Catching up with him in the halls, sometime after the execution.]

Arthur!

[expiries]

[glancing her way]

Miss Du Prix. What is it?

WEEK 3: Monday ((cw: Body horror, death, plant/eye gore, squelching sounds?))

[rosebleed]

[The shift in tone couldn't be more stark. From chrome and searing lights to parchment and ethereal glow, the rift that overtakes now sends Arthur into a fantastical battle. The platforms are made of books, pages ripple in mystical eddies below. Atop a tower lies an enormous crystalline inkwell, the liquid swirling slow in the air above it.

All around are combatants. Beautiful young women, closer to the ink. Midway there is an ungodly-sized frog, a cat in boots, a wolf in a red cape. A puppet and an eldery man, and then Rosamund, closer to the entrance.

From beside the levitating ink, a pallid woman in black lace calls out to her as she holds her spell in place.

"I expected no one more than you to understand."

Rosamund is quick to retort, "I expected no one more than you to want to live."

And for that, she is blasted with a wave of magic. Rosamund falls atop the tome she stands on. Death is inevitable, her middle gouged, already going pale.

A tiny thing comes to her side, a little woman with wings and a kind face. "Princess, is it your time to rest, or do you want your story to continue?"

Rosamund's nearly gone. Her breath barely carries the sound. "I don't think it's my time to rest."

"Then I think—"

Then the decision is taken out of both their hands.]

[expiries]

[he's been in this situation enough times by this point in the day that it's not really a surprise when another memory starts, but. he can't really say he was expecting any of that, by the time it's over.

he looks a little ill despite himself, taking a deep breath to try and bring himself fully back to reality as the snippets of a life he wasn't meant to experience fade away. what can he even say to that, besides:]

Miss Du Prix—

WEEK 3: Saturday, pre-trial

[rosebleed]

[Forward dates this bc it's midnight...]

Arthur. [She'll trot up when she sees him, glancing behind her to make sure there's no eavesdroppers.] How have you been? Are you feeling a little better?

[You know, before they have to do the unimaginable.]

[expiries]

Ah - yes. I used the pods for a good deal of time.

And yourself?

week four, monday

[expiries]

[park time park time!! he's glancing over when he sees her avian entourage, blinking.]

Are you alright...?

[rosebleed]

Never better! Look, Arthur!

[She lifts an arm with at least six birds on it. That accounts for 1/4 of the birds.]

They came straight to me! Isn't it wonderful?

week four, saturday

[expiries]

[AAAAAAAA he's here to visit her in the medbay once she's awake again!! how does she seem...]

[rosebleed]

[Glum as hell. The vibes are bad.

She looks at him briefly from her seat, then looks away.]

WEEK 6: Saturday

[rosebleed]

[She's posted up in the Titan's Call, cupping a mug of tea with her legs up in the seat. The second she sees him she waves him over.]

Arthur! Please, come join me?

[expiries]

Ah... Alright.

[coughing as he sees her, but he does head over!!]

How are you feeling?

week seven, saturday

[expiries]

[WELCOME TO THE VOID

whenever and wherever he sees her, he's glancing her over just to make sure she's not injured!]

Hello, Miss Du Prix.

[rosebleed]

[You're too late she healed herself.

But she's doing much the same to him.]

Arthur! [TROTTING OVER.] Are you all right? I didn't see much of you, after all that happened.