[trots in like a cat that heard a can of tuna crack open
I'll be nice and make it one of these, unlike totty who i made work for it. Flight deck is for public sadness, maybe she can actually be in the sim room.
Which is made up to be like a beautiful, magical forest at evening. Birds chitter and creatures scurry, to whatever degree the simulation allows. Golden motes float through the air and there are mushrooms with wee windows in them. You do not see Rosa immediately.]
yay. poor totty though…. running around everywhere.
ah yes, the simulation room. the simulation room where 17 people slept on murder night. the simulation room where sweet andy and joostis died. that simulation room. we really destroy everything we touch.
she’s not specifically on the hunt for rosa, but she’s certainly restless enough that she ends up wandering. and that means wandering into some of the rooms involved in the case, now everything’s over and done with. she does pause when she enters though, not expecting the full on magic forest, golden motes and a whole host of fauna charging around. ]
It is so lovely and magical in here! maybe if she follows the swoop of an owl through what looks like a lovely berry and shrub laden footpath, she may see the figure of a young princess surrounded by animals.
Rosamund can't even pet any of them, but the simulated creatures take shelter on her shoulders, her lap, perching atop an outstretched finger, laying softly in the underbrush beside her. She looks up to Tama as she approaches.]
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I'll be nice and make it one of these, unlike totty who i made work for it. Flight deck is for public sadness, maybe she can actually be in the sim room.
Which is made up to be like a beautiful, magical forest at evening. Birds chitter and creatures scurry, to whatever degree the simulation allows. Golden motes float through the air and there are mushrooms with wee windows in them. You do not see Rosa immediately.]
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yay. poor totty though…. running around everywhere.
ah yes, the simulation room. the simulation room where 17 people slept on murder night. the simulation room where sweet andy and joostis died. that simulation room. we really destroy everything we touch.
she’s not specifically on the hunt for rosa, but she’s certainly restless enough that she ends up wandering. and that means wandering into some of the rooms involved in the case, now everything’s over and done with. she does pause when she enters though, not expecting the full on magic forest, golden motes and a whole host of fauna charging around. ]
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It is so lovely and magical in here! maybe if she follows the swoop of an owl through what looks like a lovely berry and shrub laden footpath, she may see the figure of a young princess surrounded by animals.
Rosamund can't even pet any of them, but the simulated creatures take shelter on her shoulders, her lap, perching atop an outstretched finger, laying softly in the underbrush beside her. She looks up to Tama as she approaches.]
...I'd like to be alone, please. Thank you.
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imagine if she was like ok then, bye. and left entirely. which she almost did, in one of my potential replies. ]
Fair enough. [ i mean. she doesn’t leave? but she does wander off to another part of the simulation room for a bit. ]