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November intro log;

[originallutece]

Ardyn;

[originallutece]

Yes.

[It's a quiet admission. Her voice doesn't change, but she stands just a little straighter as she says it, her posture stiffer.]

The likes of which I've never had before. Vivid ones. Ones where I'm drowning, or where I'm suffocating, but not in water.

[Ones where she isn't the one dying, too. Ones where she's standing on the edge of a black ocean, the water thick as oil; where it's Robert drowning, gasping for air, clawing at her and screaming for her to save him, and Rosalind unable to do anything but watch.

[daemonized]

[A silence lingers in the air for a moment between them, but it isn't hesitation. It is consideration on Ardyn's part, wondering exactly what her nightmares may be like in comparison to his own.]

Well. They are, unfortunately, something that you must force yourself to get used to -- for you have little choice in the matter.

[He adds with some sense of casualness:]

Though... I suppose that's not true. Our pact can be broken, I believe, if you wish to undo what has been done. If it becomes too much.

[She has that luxury. He does not.]

[originallutece]

[It'd be an effort, but he's right. She could stop all the nightmares, the constant clawing feeling beneath her skin, the screaming urgency she feels each time her temper rises . . .

She comes to a halt. Her back is still to him, she lifts her hand, glancing down at her palm. It's far easier to call up that darkness now than it was a few weeks ago; in an instant it's curling around her fingers, twisting and writhing like some living thing.]

You'd be giving up a few things yourself, if we did that.

Jon;

[originallutece]

[She'll pay him back, she's determined, but for the moment she tucks it away with a nod of thanks.]

Manage and enjoy are two different things, and simply because I can survive doesn't mean I wish to undertake the journey.

[She nods, though, indicating they can walk and talk.]

. . . and I thank you for the offer, but I've a friend in mind. One I imagine won't mind me staying the night. Though I'd enjoy visiting-- I've still yet to see your house properly.

[She only saw it the once, guiding Sansa back home-- and even then, she was too preoccupied playing the part of Catelyn, determined not to break Sansa's delusion.]

[song_of_ice]

[He falls into step beside her, trying not to smile at her obvious distaste for jungle survival. Not that he was any better. It was far too hot here for him. His clothes were already soaked through with sweat.]

It is still a bit crowded, but there is always someone home. [Which was nice actually to wake up to or come back to at night.] You are welcome to visit whenever you want...once return to Olympia.

[Whenever that would be.]

What was it like in the jungle?

[originallutece]

Hot. Full of animals and plantlife, including a tree that was intent on stealing my things. But I suppose it could have been worse: there was a whole pack of us traveling, so we didn't encounter anything more dangerous than a few squirrels.

But as I said: I rather loathe the outdoors.

Majima;

[originallutece]

Ah--

[What is it with this universe and everyone being so willing to strip down? Eggsy, Aranea, now Majima . . . it's not that she minds, necessarily, but on the other hand, good grief.

On the other hand, it is awfully hot. Rosalind wavers, then sits, pulling at her shoes.]

My feet, at least. Turn around, please.

[Because she has to take off her stockings. They're far enough away from the others that there's no real risk of being seen, thank god.]

[hannya]

[Majima rolls up his socks and jams them into the toes of his shoes, then rests them against the inner jaw of the skull. When Ros tells him to turn around, he opens his mouth to question it until her hand goes for her skirt. He quickly spins to face toward the jungle, his feet dangling over the ridge of the skull's teeth.

He looks out over the canopy as he starts to unbutton his shirt. The cave isn't so high up that he can see past all of the trees, but the view is still mesmerizing-- the moon is mostly full over the basin the cave rests in, reflecting down on the water. The light bounces off the surface and ripples across the ceiling, while strange bird calls echo out from the darkness. Majima tosses his shirt over his shoes and looks down into the lagoon. It looks bottomless from up here, and the thought crosses his mind that it might be dangerous, but it doesn't stay there long. He stands up and plants his feet on two separate teeth.]

You good?

[originallutece]

[He's very polite, turning his back the moment he understands why she asks that of him. It's a little rude to return that politeness with an open stare, but nonetheless, that's what Rosalind does, staring with interest at the tattoo that spans his back and creeps over his shoulders. It extends past his trousers, and before she can stop herself she wonders how low it goes.

Which is a ridiculous thing to wonder.

Her stockings are set over her heels, and Rosalind shivers as her bare feet hit the ground. She's still in a skirt and blouse, but she feels dressed down.]

Yes, thank you.

[She doesn't glance over at him as she comes up beside him, very much aware of the fact he's in naught but his trousers.]

Age before beauty, I'd say, but I beat you on both counts. Go on.

Dutch;

[originallutece]

In what fashion?

[But that's imprecise. She shakes her head, dismissing the question, and instead clarifies:]

Was he a childhood friend, or--?

[motivation]

[ dutch's brows draw together for a moment, though there's nothing wrong with the question as such. she just never had childhood friends. for a long time, she'd refused to even think of people as her friends, with the exception of johnny who'd jumped straight into family. ]

An old lover. [ dutch finally settles on, though that doesn't nearly capture all that alvis is. ]

[originallutece]

I am jealous. There's quite a few benefits to be the only one awake, but I do miss a companion of mine.

[She says it lightly, but there's an edge to her faint smile that hints at more.]

Ermes;

[originallutece]

And so what you're saying is that, in fact, you'd need someone to make some for you.

[kissintime]

[ ...is... is she being conned?

.........on the other hand, bug spray would be pretty useful in warmer climates. she hates mosquitoes and she bets el nysa has super alien mosquitoes. everything is scarier on a different planet. ]

Yeah, ok. Bug spray, that sounds like a good trade. [ even if she feels like she has lost control of this situation. ] Anyway what would you like then?

[originallutece]

I don't suppose you could provide a clean set of clothes, could you?

MERlin;

[originallutece]

Not quite.

[She takes a deep breath. It's Lecture Time.]

An atom is one of the smallest building blocks in the universe. It makes up everything: you and I, the fire between us, this music box . . . they clump together, forming different elements, which eventually make up different things. Now, obviously, these things adhere to gravity-- but my theory stated that if I could encapsulate them in light, I could prevent them from being dragged down by gravity. Sort of a shield, if you will.

Still with me?

[politrick]

[Ah yes, the sweet sweet sounds of things he barely understands. He stops himself from saying something about how it's like magic, which is In All Things—he can tell, at least, that this is something a lot more... sound? Deep down? Magic is in all things but she's talking about something tangible, from what he can follow—

So. He nods.]

Sure. Did it work?

[originallutece]

Naturally. I am a genius.

[It's a brag, to be certain, but she's not exaggerating either.]

It was my first breakthrough-- and the reason I managed to attract the attention of a patron.

Isabela;

[originallutece]

[She's never heard of a woman visiting a brothel before, though she supposes there's no reason why not. This woman surely goes for-- for other women, Rosalind is certain; she's been peppering her with compliments since they met.

But it's hard to imagine, and Rosalind decides she's best tucking that thought away til later.]

Selling things others can't make.

I'm a genius. While I'd prefer to indulge myself on other things, for the time being, it means I'm useful at inventing concoctions that others might want. Whether it's bug repellent or bullets, I'm decent at putting anything together.

[seagoing]

Beauty and brains, that's a killer combo if I've seen one.

[She takes in her pitch, smiling at the other woman's pride in herself and her skills. Confidence is plenty attractive to her, and the way she speaks of her plans has her in thought as they walk along.]

So you have the talent to create...anything you say? I don't suppose you'd have the means of putting together a decent ship to travel these waters would you?

[How curious. Isabela tries to even think of a potential thing to challenge her to make, but besides the things she'd longed for from home (A decent ship, a nice new sharp set of daggers, enough coin to book the Blooming Rose solid for a month-) she can't think of anything significant. Instead she just shakes her head and shrugs.]

I'm only joking. I imagine that'll bring in good money for you though, with you being smart enough to play the field. [She thinks about making that into its own innuendo for a solid moment before letting it drop. She's teased and flustered the other woman enough, even if she'd been pleased at the reactions so far.] I might even have to drop by once you're all set up, that's certainly a useful skill worth paying for.

X'rhun

[originallutece]

How are your senses as compared to a human? Is it just your hearing that's improved? Does the tail serve any evolutionary purpose, or is it purely ornamental? Does your hair always match your tail?

[verflair]

[ Okay then, he wasn't expecting all of the questions at once. He cants his head for a moment, considering them each in turn. When he does answer, he counts them off on his finders as he goes. ]

My senses of hearing, sight, and most notably smell are sharper than those of a hyur- or human, as you say. We miqo'te are also possessed of greater endurance and strength as well. I suppose you could consider my tail to be an extension of my facial expressions, and thereby a meter of my mood. Typically, yes, our body hair is of the same shade as our ears and tail.

Rocket;

[originallutece]

[She says, automatically and before she can think better of it:]

What on earth do they imprison a raccoon and a tree on? What charges could they possibly invent?

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket reclines on the branches, scratching his chin thoughtfully.] I think his was assault, and mine was definitely one of the times they busted me over a bomb.