... Nah, just. [ shifts her weight back and forth. ] It's not an uncommon name, but I swear pretty boy's partner was named this same thing. Seems like a weird coincidence.
Whatever. [ puts it back, and glances up at her, and visibly mentally stutters. a beat. ]
[ [ roxana is reclined in one of the massage chairs in the relaxation area. there's a book in her lap that's been abandoned, and it seems as if she's staring off somewhere, deep in her thoughts, but the moment vi enters her proximity, her hand raises.
she crooks a finger before making a gesture for her to come closer. ]
she is wandering around holding a bottle of some kind of alcohol in hand, but she pauses when roxana beckons? a beat. looks over her shoulder, sees nobody there... well, okay. wanders over. ]
[ he has an intelligence of two and he's made of love and cotton candy, this is his existence. vi seems a little amused by it, at least, in a grim way. ]
I don't think he's smart enough to be affected. [ picks him up upside down. his legs sploot out and he just hangs out there, panting like a dog. ]
this memory is less wahoo. vi like - physically recoils at this, staggers back. it shouldn't affect her this badly, but she's still getting used to the memshare in general, and also - well. she's in the same boat, in a way. a step behind.
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-- Roxana. [ she says, and there's sympathy, maybe, but mostly empathy. understanding, in a way. ]
[ find her in the See Through Friends not because she wants to be here but because she's lost as shit. she's standing with her usual bottle of booze, staring at one of the X-ray frames. it's showing the color of her soul - something orange, with swirls of red and bronze. not that she's entirely sure that's what it's referencing, judging by the look on her face.
or! alternatively! you can find her at the shafluflu pop-up store, looking through the boxes. she's got one in her hand, frowning at it. ]
[ x-ray souls. roxana notes the bottle of alcohol but doesn't comment. she comes up to vi's side and peers a the x-ray frame. roxana's is a very dark hue with threads and flares of crimson and gold. ]
What's bothering you? Can't figure out what it's showing you?
[ emotionshare means roxana gets to feel the genuine pleasure at getting to see her again from vi - a warmth and a fuzziness that she doesn't bother hiding so much. she'll come join her, flopping down next to her. ]
Got back, immediately got cursed to want to divorce Yoru. All of Meowsandry were our kids. Also, our entire team wanted to find the most carry-able wife in the airport. And then I got cursed to be bald, and then I went on a trip where I got to watch several of my friends die in front of me, so. You know, busy fucking week.
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... But at least I didn't die again. There's that.
[ nothing has to change, vi said, but roxana doesn't think things can exactly be the same with that in the open.
later, wherever she can catch vi alone. ]
For someone who said nothing had to change, you said good luck like you were ready to say goodbye. I do want you to be happy. [ like she said. ] We can say goodbye, if it'll make it easier for you.
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she's got one that says Viktor on it, squinting. ]
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A name of someone you miss?
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Whatever. [ puts it back, and glances up at her, and visibly mentally stutters. a beat. ]
Oh, uh. Hey. Have we met yet?
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she crooks a finger before making a gesture for her to come closer. ]
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she is wandering around holding a bottle of some kind of alcohol in hand, but she pauses when roxana beckons? a beat. looks over her shoulder, sees nobody there... well, okay. wanders over. ]
Yeah?
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What will you do when you go through your alcohol hoard?
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w0, FRIDAY
every so often she scoops strohl junior the poro up and tosses him across the room like a fucking tennis ball, and he runs right back like yay! fun! ]
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roxana sits in a chair a little bit away and watches her throw the poro around. ]
At least Strohl Junior isn't affected.
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I don't think he's smart enough to be affected. [ picks him up upside down. his legs sploot out and he just hangs out there, panting like a dog. ]
He might miss the cat, though.
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week 3, monday
there's some wind, and there's some sibling trauma.
roxana hates it here. ]
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this memory is less wahoo. vi like - physically recoils at this, staggers back. it shouldn't affect her this badly, but she's still getting used to the memshare in general, and also - well. she's in the same boat, in a way. a step behind.
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-- Roxana. [ she says, and there's sympathy, maybe, but mostly empathy. understanding, in a way. ]
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it takes her a second to reel her emotions back in. sympathy, empathy—they are both appreciated, but she does so much not to be perceived. ]
... I was wondering if this would repeat, too. It was years ago.
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or! alternatively! you can find her at the shafluflu pop-up store, looking through the boxes. she's got one in her hand, frowning at it. ]
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What's bothering you? Can't figure out what it's showing you?
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[ she glances at roxana properly with a little half-smile, and then at her in the mirror. ]
Any ideas? [ a beat. ] I've got the suspicion you might, Miss Colors.
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well. vi can find roxana collapsed on the ground, hunched over with a gloved hand covering her mouth. her shoulders are shaking slightly. ]
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well, it certainly startles the shit out of her. vi stumbles, and then hurries her way over, crouching next to her. ]
-- Hey, what? Roxana? [ are you OKAY ]
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she holds up her other hand as if to tell vi to keep her distance. ]
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week 5, tuesday
Did the airport decide it liked some places so much that it wanted to replicate it again but... with a weirder twist?
[ a vibe of why. ]
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I've got no idea. Sometimes it's like it picks up on what we've been talking about, like - the corn and peas thing.
I don't hate this one, though. So far.
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[ that's what she assumes did it, at least. ]
It's quaint enough.
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Tell me about your week back.
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Got back, immediately got cursed to want to divorce Yoru. All of Meowsandry were our kids. Also, our entire team wanted to find the most carry-able wife in the airport. And then I got cursed to be bald, and then I went on a trip where I got to watch several of my friends die in front of me, so. You know, busy fucking week.
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... But at least I didn't die again. There's that.
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week 7, saturday
later, wherever she can catch vi alone. ]
For someone who said nothing had to change, you said good luck like you were ready to say goodbye. I do want you to be happy. [ like she said. ] We can say goodbye, if it'll make it easier for you.
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... Just figured I'd give you the space, in case I freaked you out. [ she shoves her hands in her jacket pockets. ]
I don't want to say goodbye for good unless you want to.
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