Charles

[rosebleed]

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WEEK 0: First Monday

[rosebleed]

[Hello Jan what is Charles doing at the moment? Is he going to the simulation rooms?

Because he is now, welcome to an elegant castle bedroom. Fit for a royal!!

Which might be because there is one sat down on it, fingers tracing the bedsheets. Rosamund's back is to the door, he can sneak if he likes.]

in the right place this time

[riverbeans]

[help me.

walks in uninvited without shame and looks around]

... Am I invading anything?

WEEK 0: First Friday

[rosebleed]

[She's not one for tears. She's always ready for action, and she's been in action ever since they were let loose from the lockdown.

And she's still found nothing.

Her head is one with the wood of the bar, arms coiled around it. She makes no sound or movement.]

[riverbeans]

[charles will approach, though given that rosamund seems to be doing not so great, he'll mute his emotions for her sake.]

... Hey.

WEEK 0: Second Sunday

[rosebleed]

[She knocks timidly on his door. It's a dark hour, but she hopes she'll catch him alone. It's not quite time for everyone to tuck in yet.]

Charles? Are you there?

[riverbeans]

[finding charles at his room is a bit of a hit-and-miss, given that he keeps odd hours, but fortunately for rosamund the power of pc convenience saves her (also, today has been pretty tiring).

he opens the door, blinking when he sees her. unlike her timidity, he seems as casual as ever.]

Rosamund? What's up?

week 1 friday

[riverbeans]

[out in the void]

... Hey, Princess. Glad to see you made it through the night.

[unlike viktor ): ]

[rosebleed]

Likewise.

[Have a grim smile for the effort. Though her face falls soon after.]

I know we were all thinking something like this might happen again, but...And in nearly all the same ways, too.

WEEK 1: Friday

[rosebleed]

[Where oh where has the time gone?

Rosamund sits in the newly cleaned food court. It's nearly time for bed, but she lingers, pushing fries around the paper liner idly. She's not hungry. She doesn't remember why she ordered it.]

[riverbeans]

[bed is probably something charles should go to, considering his last proper sleep was friday night, but here he is. approaching rosamund...]

... No appetite, huh?

WEEK 2: Thursday

[rosebleed]

[Hey Jan eat my whole ass

Anyway when they get to the med bay she's popping a pod for him at once and helps ease him down.]

There. There, okay. Do you need help with your clothes? I can clean up, it's no trouble at all.

[riverbeans]

I think the others are going to need the pods first, Rosamund.

[THIS ISN'T HIM TRYING TO AVOID ONE LITERALLY HE IS THE LEAST EMERGENCY OUT OF ALL OF THEM WHEN THERE ARE ONLY TWO PODS also because i already established in my other pcs he hadn't been in one yet for that reason]

Bandaging my stuff up should be fine for now.

WEEK 2: Sunday

[rosebleed]

[Head throbbing, she finds Charles in the void.]

Hey. [She presses her lips together.] You seem to be healing well.

[riverbeans]

[he offers her a slight smile.]

Well, I'm pretty resilient.

WEEK 3: Monday

[rosebleed]

[It doesn't matter where Charles was before now. The shift is complete and consuming: 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. It's exactly like the tower he'd seen before. 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...]

[riverbeans]

[...

well, he's not sure what to say to that, for a variety of reasons.]

week 3 thursday

[riverbeans]

[wherever she is, he is hunting her down (gently)]

[rosebleed]

[the most dangerous game...

Anyway he has to do a bit of hunting because for once she's trying to avoid people, but he finally catches her....in the Cargo bay. Returning to the SCENE OF THE CRIME, plus it's boring and drafty in there.]

Charles?

week 3, sunday

[riverbeans]

[makes you watch 12 min of octopath while playing spot the charles (6:52 -18:43)]

[rosebleed]

[I FOUND HIM

Also Rosamund shakes loose of the recollection with a look of shock.]

What?

[Carefully re-calibrating everything she ever knew]

week 4, monday

[riverbeans]

[at the lunar rink...]

Hey, Princess. Ever tried this before?

[ice skating, that is.]

[rosebleed]

No, I haven't yet!

[But she's already holding up TWO pairs of skates.]

But we can try? I hope I remembered your size correctly.

[From foot check]

WEEK 4: Friday

[rosebleed]

[She finds him eventually. By accident, even. Though her gut twists and turns and she's so sick of herself, constantly thrusting her fits onto all her overworked and under-slept betters. They're so busy mopping up messes already and she keeps spilling more on what little clean space remains.

But she can't help it. When she opens the door to the library and finds him already inside, she's not got a mind to give him privacy.]

...Did your experiment work?

[Easier to talk about that than much else.]

[riverbeans]

[he looks up from whatever he's doing. probably going over the crew roster copy in there.]

I'm not sure. I don't think I'd be able to tell myself if I was under an effect, though I haven't noticed anyone else affected either...

week 4, saturday

[riverbeans]

[visiting the medbay... are you here, rosamund... are you still violent...]

[rosebleed]

[Yeah bites his ear off

No she's sitting upright in a pod. Awake! Wow! But looking only at the floor. Her grip on the edge tightens when she hears him enter.]

What now...

week 6, saturday

[riverbeans]

[somewhere........]

Are you hungry or anything?

[rosebleed]

Oh, famished. Most of the food down there was quite middling, if not just corn.

[Her arm is wound through his as they walk by the way. needy...]

WEEK 7: Saturday

[rosebleed]

[Sneaking up behind him

for a hug.]

Well done milord!

[riverbeans]

[he lets out a surprised laugh]

Should you be calling me that, Your Highness?