PC: Rosamund

[sexyasmieu]

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Week 0, Monday

[sexyasmieu]

Oh, someone I haven't met yet! Hello!

[ wherever rosamund is, a little girl with a doll on her back is waving to greet her. ]

My name's Anise. It's nice to meet you!

[ also i am canonblind, what is going on with rosamund's appearance. ]

[rosebleed]

[What a precious young lady!]

Hello Anise! I'm Rosamund! It's lovely to meet you as well!

[Beaming brightly!

Also regret to inform you that though she is v beautiful and princessy, she is also a) covered in scars from B) several briars that are growing out of and around her body and c) has a tattered and stained gown that's long beyond hope of repair. Also there's a thorn bow and arrows strung over her back.]

You're making the rounds as well? There's so many people, even with the little guidebook it's hard to keep track of them all.

[sexyasmieu]

[ she nods....... but no, her gaze is kind of glued to (gestures at the whole rosamund) ]

Yeah! Um......

Are you okay? You've kind of got... [ gesturing at the briars and stains like she's politely trying to point out that someone has spinach in their teeth. ]

[rosebleed]

[This again. Rosamund fidgets with the end of one tendril, a bit bashful.]

Oh, don't worry about that. It's a curse. But it's only on me! And they haven't grown much since I got here, you haven't got anything to worry about.

[Knock on wood.]

WEEK 1: Friday

[rosebleed]

[Even if no one's asked her and she doesn't know so many of them so well, Rosamund worries about the younger crew members. It's why she makes a point of tracking the sweet thing with pigtails all the way to the Observation Deck. Rosamund draws close, bow at her back but much less on the warpath than she had been the first time.

There's no clues to find except in places where they can't reach. That's their game.]

Hey there, Anise was it?

[sexyasmieu]

[ she looks up and away from the window, pigtails bouncing as she does. and she nods! ]

This is all... pretty bad, huh.

[rosebleed]

I'll say.

[Rosamund draws even with her, putting a hand on the window and taking a look herself. They've never been comforting from this angle, this cold spackling of spots. Planet-side they hold majesty and wonder, but among them she only feels a spectacular loneliness.]

Are you doing okay, though? Have you talked to anyone since you've, um. Since you've heard?

Week 1, Sunday

[sexyasmieu]

[ a while after eunhyuk's death, and after everyone's cleared out... anise is back at the hall outside the stasis bay, looking in through the window. she could go inside and get a closer look, but... no, this is close enough. ]

...

I'm glad he was still himself, at the end.

[rosebleed]

Me too.

[Rosamund's having trouble going back in herself. This is the third time she's swung by, deterred by other crew-mates already giving their respects or by her own quaking nerves. At least Anise isn't imposing, and she doesn't feel like she needs to defend herself talking to her. Everything is exhausting and she wishes this day were over.]

I know he was scared about what might happen otherwise.

[sexyasmieu]

Yeah...

I really wish there could have been another way...

[ what if he asked for help sooner? what if they put him into cryo-sleep before he got even worse? what if... ]

... I think you did the best you could have, though. Maybe even better than a lot of us could have.

WEEK 3: Tuesday ((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 Anise into a fantastical battle. The platforms are made of books and 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.]

[sexyasmieu]

[ oh, holy fucking shit she just jumps when thumbelina gets eye-gouged. ]

[rosebleed]

Don't look!

[She was too alarmed by the sudden recollection to notice she had company. The jump is what catches her eye, and she realizes Anise is here. Has been here the whole time.

Rosamund rushes to her, trying to block the view as a second version of her is raised off the ground by snaking tendrils. Her own briars have been subdued since she came on board, but they spring from that very same hole in the middle of her gut.]

Anise! Anise, are you all right?

Week 3, Friday

[sexyasmieu]

[ On Friday, Anise can be found at the food court, poking at a plate of stir-fried vegetables with a pair of chopsticks, seemingly spending more time pushing food around the plate than actually eating any of it.

The good news is, her hair is cute today! The bad news is, everything sucks! She seems a little out of it, and doesn't notice right away when someone comes near. ]

[rosebleed]

[Her hair IS cute. But Rosamund senses that isn't much comfort at all.

The seat across from Anise is filled by a princess, who only came with a hot drink and a small sticky bun. She looks to the other girl with a smile, albeit a quite muted one.]

There you are. I was wondering where you might be.

[sexyasmieu]

[ she blinks, then seems to perk up as she registers rosamund's presence. ]

You were looking for me?

WEEK 4: FRIDAY

[rosebleed]

[Rosamund is sitting in silence in the tea shop, hugging her middle and scratching at her arms. She doesn't spare a glance to her boba, bright and welcoming though it may be. The ice is half-melted already.]

Anise? [She says when the other girl strides in.] Are you...hello.

[What is there to say at this point?]

[sexyasmieu]

[ she comes over with a boba of her own... ]

... Hi. Sorry, do you want to be alone, or...

[rosebleed]

No.

[She reaches up for Anise's hand, drawing her to the table.]

No, I'd like a little company actually. I've been in my head too long.

Week 4, Saturday

[sexyasmieu]

[ coming to the medbay a few hours after the trial... ]

Rosamund... are you okay?

[ how's she looking... ]

[rosebleed]

No.

[She is healed but she has elected to remain in the pod, inert and dissociating. Her eyes remain square on the ceiling.]

Is there something you need help with, Anise?

[sexyasmieu]

[ yeah... that's fair. ]

... I wanted to say I'm sorry. Because we all backed you into a corner like that...

Week 6, Saturday

[sexyasmieu]

Rosamund!

[ running over to greet her, wherever she is! ]

I'm so glad you're back! I heard this side had better amenities than that side. I hope it didn't suck too much!

[rosebleed]

Anise!

[She did not get to hug her on arrival and is immediately making up for it. Have a kiss on the cheek too.]

Goodness, you have no idea. It was so fleshy, everywhere, and the food was mostly corn, and there were these rats...

[Okay the rats weren't so bad in the end but also they weren't great.]

But it's much better here, yes. You're right. Plus all of you are here!

[sexyasmieu]

[ aw! she hugs back. ]

It was starting to feel a little empty over here, with more places opening up and less people around... so this is perfect timing to come back!