[Rosamund had found her profile rather quickly after speaking with the young man, and was keeping a sharp eye out for a curly head of hair and a comely face ever since. It's another day or two before she spots her, at the bar of all places.
She makes a casual beeline towards her, extending a hand once she's near. To shake this time, not to kiss. We're leaving royal decorum behind for now.]
It would be a waste of those profiles to not look through them. But we could always pretend things are normal and that I haven't seen it.
[ not the first person she's played that game with. ]
You're not interrupting. There's nothing to interrupt. [ there's a vague restlessness just radiating off of her, but she makes a little 'go ahead' gesture as rosamund sits. ] Yeah? I've talked to the kid.
No no no, it's better to have it all aired out I think. A few less secrets to keep, not that I've got many.
[Just don't call her an open book.]
He's such a nice boy, isn't he? [She nods, as if to answer herself.] But anyway, we were speaking about any possibilities of leaving the ship. I've never...sssssailed?
[She mulls that one over for a second.]
I've never sailed through the sky before, and he said it might be wise to look for a captain with real experience before planning too far ahead. Then he mentioned you, and I read your profile, and you sound so very capable! I was impressed.
[There's no where to be right now that feels right. The Observation Deck is far too public, the Food Court too popular, the bar always crowded. Rosamund has taken refuge in the least bombastic shop in the concourse she can find: the book store.
She's on the ground leafing through a travel book when a shadow crosses over her feet. She looks up wearily.]
[ she just hovers awkwardly for a moment because. all that was bad from an onlooker's perspective. had to have been worse actually being there. actually doing it. ]
Oh, just fine! [Which is a very blatant lie. She is smiling even so, gamely closing her boring, boring book.] Am I in the way? I can move if you like, there's a very interesting section on fashion trends on other planets over here.
You're not in the way. For the record, if anyone says you are in the way, tell them to shove off. [ you get a monopoly on being wherever you want for a little while. executioner rights. or something. ]
[She's been waiting in high anxiety after each person's turn in the med bay. Hoping to catch them lucid, healed if only by halves. She enters once she's certain it's Ms. Lovelaces' turn, feeling antsy about her offerings but uncertain what else to bring her. Can't do food if her neck's been pierced.]
Captain? Hello?
[She tiptoes in, a few fresh folded silken shirts in her arms and a small stack of books, maybe a magazine. Anything that might work as a kind gesture in these horrible and unusual times.]
[ lovelace has been healing up enough that the wound on her neck is... closed! but she does still have to turn her head pretty slowly so it doesn't reopen. ]
It's better. Not perfect, but we have to split time on the healing pods, so... Good enough for now.
Oh, thank goodness. [She swoops in with double the confidence, assuming the seat next to her with a sigh of relief.] I was worried that you might not be able to speak at all.
[ we are at... spins a wheel. the prismatic peacock. ]
... We really can just collect a wardrobe from everywhere we go, huh? [ lovelace is looking through all the pretty fabrics, but is. pretty out of her wheelhouse with them. ]
It seems like it. [Lucky for you, this is much more in Rosamund's wheelhouse than most of their space adventures. Though the style itself is outside her purview. She thinks Scheherazade may be more help with this selection, but nonetheless!
She pulls a deep purple option and a scarlet alternative out and holds them up to the Captain.]
Maybe it's time to go a little brighter. Match the locals?
Really, I do. [She pulls back with a gentle smile. Tired, but bright nonetheless. It's been an exhausting day.] Even before the whole mess started they reminded me of coffins.
Have you been well? I was thinking about you over there, I hope you haven't been taking too much work on.
WEEK 0: Monday
She makes a casual beeline towards her, extending a hand once she's near. To shake this time, not to kiss. We're leaving royal decorum behind for now.]
Captain Lovelace, I presume?
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The profiles are pretty handy, huh? And you're the princess. [ amused ]
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[Not a sentence she's totally happy to hear, but she's had plenty of time to get used to it.
She assumes the seat next to her, sitting primly with her hands folded in her lap.]
Forgive the interruption, but we share a mutual friend! Kazuki? He mentioned you to me.
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[ not the first person she's played that game with. ]
You're not interrupting. There's nothing to interrupt. [ there's a vague restlessness just radiating off of her, but she makes a little 'go ahead' gesture as rosamund sits. ] Yeah? I've talked to the kid.
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[Just don't call her an open book.]
He's such a nice boy, isn't he? [She nods, as if to answer herself.] But anyway, we were speaking about any possibilities of leaving the ship. I've never...sssssailed?
[She mulls that one over for a second.]
I've never sailed through the sky before, and he said it might be wise to look for a captain with real experience before planning too far ahead. Then he mentioned you, and I read your profile, and you sound so very capable! I was impressed.
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WEEK 1: Sunday
She's on the ground leafing through a travel book when a shadow crosses over her feet. She looks up wearily.]
...Miss Lovelace, hello.
[Long time no see.]
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[ she just hovers awkwardly for a moment because. all that was bad from an onlooker's perspective. had to have been worse actually being there. actually doing it. ]
... How are you doing?
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... That how you're passing the time?
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WEEK 2: Thursday
Captain? Hello?
[She tiptoes in, a few fresh folded silken shirts in her arms and a small stack of books, maybe a magazine. Anything that might work as a kind gesture in these horrible and unusual times.]
Are you feeling a bit better? How's your neck?
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It's better. Not perfect, but we have to split time on the healing pods, so... Good enough for now.
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week 3: monday
... We really can just collect a wardrobe from everywhere we go, huh? [ lovelace is looking through all the pretty fabrics, but is. pretty out of her wheelhouse with them. ]
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She pulls a deep purple option and a scarlet alternative out and holds them up to the Captain.]
Maybe it's time to go a little brighter. Match the locals?
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[ she is just ignoring that rosamund is holding this up to her and removing herself from the equation. it's fine. ]
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She fluffs the scarlet out and in doing so drapes it over Isabel's shoulders.]
Come ooon. What's the point of going shopping if you can't have a little fun with it?
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Week 3: Thursday
Are you alright? What happened?
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[She was just trying to leave actually. Rosamund has the good sense to look sheepish about it.]
Just some scratches! I tried to climb a bush. Yuri had the worst of it, have you seen her yet?
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I have. But I don't care who had it worst, you still shouldn't be up and about this fast.
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Her shoulders sink a little, the teenage petulance poking holes in courtly manners.]
Miss Lovelace... [She winces.] All I need is a little rest. And not in the med pod. I'll be fine just lying down in my room.
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week 6, saturday
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[Sorry, but you are going to be hugged. It is coming in. You cannot dodge.]
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Sorry you had to come back in those pods. Know you hate them.
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Have you been well? I was thinking about you over there, I hope you haven't been taking too much work on.
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