doublefists | ★ ROSAMUND

[ she's just sprawled out on the seats, head hanging upside down off one of them, scrolling through her phone. her legs are all over and she's about as manspread as she can be... wow, rude.

she glances at rosamund when she sees her pass by, though, and then: ]

Hey, you're - Rosamund? I haven't talked to anybody from the Spacecoast one yet.

[somehow catching her after glass punch and double-taking at the sight of her knuckles.]

Vi? What happened?

[ we have arrived... at the trash. she's crouched in front of the hangman, staring at it. mumbles to herself... ]

It's gotta be beware, but. [ squints. ] Quick... crazy... fuck, I see where this guy was going with this.

Only one. [Said with a grimace.] Maybe it's callous to say, but thankfully that's all we have.

[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)

[ don't mind the glowing tattoo on her arm she's ignoring that but wanders up to her at some point!! hello!! ]

Hey - you wanna go somewhere? I don't know what you're into, but there's a new clothes place. There's the skating rink too, I've never done it.

[rude af

Rosamund has absolutely been here to help with healing, what state do we find Vi in now

Gently oh so tenderly cleaning and tending the bullet wounds on her back once the projectiles are out.]

I'm sorry, just a bit more on this spot.

[The way we hit 90 in here, wow.

anyway hello. She has migrated to the gate entrances, as they seem the most vacated and spacious place of what she's found so far. Her clothes have been exchanged for a simple dress, and she wanders, hand on the glass as she slowly walks the perimeter.

Then suddenly, her pace halts. Her back may be turned to the inside but the sudden shake of her shoulders is unmistakeable, the way she brings up a second hand to the glass to brace.

Worst is the cacophony of emotion. Maybe that's the draw over here. It's blaring like a storm siren, sharp and hurt and frightened beyond measure. The girl herself makes scarcely a sound, her breath caught in her throat.]

[ what are we

by which i mean she'll probably catch rosamund tonight and be like, do you want to get a drink ]

[okay takes her to the Meadow bc flowers, they can wander anywhere else though...also if you want any effects or mems pls say so/spring them upon me

Rosamund just flops over in the foliage, happy as a clam.]

Thank goodness. It's still not as wild as the real outdoors, but it's much better than nothing?

[AAAH MY VI. She will come grab her, pulling lightly at her arm.]

One more drink, just for the road? I think we'll all be so eager to go home tomorrow, and I'd hate to miss saying goodbye.

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