[Rosamund is sat near the window at the relaxation area. It's a posture that has that old timey tranquillity of a maiden by a pond, though the lighting here is not half so soft and dreamy as oil paintings. Just the harsh gleam of public lights and stars you can't reach or walk under.
She doesn't look morose so much as resigned. But she'll offer a dim smile as she catches sight of the other girl.]
Off to a rough start, aren't we?
Edited (holy shit the flight deck is outdoors can i even read) 2025-06-08 04:27 (UTC)
[ your edit took me out bc it took me until today to realize that same thing don't worry
she'll come over, rubbing the inside of her wrists. the way she looks - the painting quality, the poise. just like a princess. someone a little out of reach. vi frowns, and flops down next to her. holds out a hand. something grounding. ]
Once Vi joins her, the picture changes. Sure. But it's a less lonely picture. Rosamund takes her hand and softly brushes her thumb over her knuckles.]
It seemed like it could go that way, yeah. [She hesitates.] For my game, the possessions usually got obvious right by the end of it. Just in time to cast a vote. This time it's trickier.
...That's very common, you know. For the possessions.
[A beat.]
I mean, some of them are a lot more subtle than that. Ours was just...a rage. A very, very difficult to shake rage. [Her breath catches in her chest, and she looks away a moment.] But even when it looked like they were their own self, it wasn't really them. They couldn't describe why they did it properly. What they had been thinking.
And after they died, they all came to realize what had happened.
So. Maybe we don't know Boothill. Maybe there could be a part of him that has that sort of malice. But I doubt that's the whole story, Vi. I doubt it very much.
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She doesn't look morose so much as resigned. But she'll offer a dim smile as she catches sight of the other girl.]
Off to a rough start, aren't we?
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she'll come over, rubbing the inside of her wrists. the way she looks - the painting quality, the poise. just like a princess. someone a little out of reach. vi frowns, and flops down next to her. holds out a hand. something grounding. ]
Thought we got it wrong at first. So yeah.
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Once Vi joins her, the picture changes. Sure. But it's a less lonely picture. Rosamund takes her hand and softly brushes her thumb over her knuckles.]
It seemed like it could go that way, yeah. [She hesitates.] For my game, the possessions usually got obvious right by the end of it. Just in time to cast a vote. This time it's trickier.
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... Did you talk to him at all, after?
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I did. Yes. [She catches the softening. Takes comfort in it, for what little it's worth on these most terrible nights.] What about you?
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Yeah. It was - off. [ sighs. ] Not like I knew him very well, but it was so different.
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[A beat.]
I mean, some of them are a lot more subtle than that. Ours was just...a rage. A very, very difficult to shake rage. [Her breath catches in her chest, and she looks away a moment.] But even when it looked like they were their own self, it wasn't really them. They couldn't describe why they did it properly. What they had been thinking.
And after they died, they all came to realize what had happened.
So. Maybe we don't know Boothill. Maybe there could be a part of him that has that sort of malice. But I doubt that's the whole story, Vi. I doubt it very much.