Rosalind Lutece (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
originallutece) wrote2016-11-17 11:18 pm
originallutece) wrote2016-11-17 11:18 pm
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They look like they've had a brush with the cold, which isn't to say they're completely beyond saving, but they're certainly out of season. Tonika thought she looked like an elegant woman... so she kept her bouquet just as much. Red roses, queen's lace, and amaryillis round the entire thing out, and if listened to... the footsteps definitely came from across the hall.
Tucked inside is a little note in poorly-drawn calligraphy-- From Kurama's Flower Shop. ]
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action; feel free to not reply
Tonika is a worrywart, with two coping methods: Freeze or distraction. Because hunger won over being overwhelmed by her thoughts, Tonika stood at her oven making and baking soup and bread. A distinct vegetable soup that has a unique savory flavor to it, it is both light, hot, and the bread to dunk it in rounds it out as filling. There's a tomato flavor to the based as well as soft chunks, along with your standard fare-- carrots, green beans, and a delicate array of herbs that can be seen through the translucent broth. Onions and celery have also made it into the mix.
In short, it's minestrone. From a recipe card Fugo wrote her.
There was too much of it because when the first batch was done, Tonika just made another. And another. And since tupperware is in short supply, there's no way she could eat this all by herself. Ros has a pot near her door, along with a thick loaf of bread resting on top. The note is simple and the writing is sloppy; made too much.
It's still warm enough to be steaming the top of the lid. ]
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Then she writes a note.
Of course she does. It's just good manners. Even if the gift had truly been nothing more than a way for Tonika to rid herself of spare food, it was a thoughtful gesture. Her note back is beautifully written, Rosalind's hand curvy and precise.
Thank you.
-R Lutece
post-wendigoes but presumably before roaring 20s
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delivery; → february 14
And so, what arrives are in fact two bouquets, which may or may not get entrusted to the ojigi if it happens to be so kind as to unlock the door for him and take possession of the delivery. One is a combination of an absolutely absurd number of irises and yellow tulips; the other, somewhat more subdued, is a single mixed carousel zinnia with graceful stems of white heather twisted around it.
Fortunately, though, he's thoughtfully included a pair of cards, written in a careful hand:
YELLOW TULIPS — There's Sunshine In Your Smile
and the latter:
WHITE HEATHER — Wishes Will Come True
...Hopefully the ojigi won't drool acid on them before they make it to their intended.]
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Good boy, she tells her pet, and sets up Robert's flowers next to the roses, right on the kitchen table, where she'll see them every day. Kurama's personal gift is set aside for the moment: she wants those to live in her shop.]
Thank you.
[That's sent out on its own first, and lingers for a good half hour before she adds:]
How on earth did you get the ojigi to play delivery boy?
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3/13
Apple, or blueberry?
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But, purely on instinct: apple. May I ask why?
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3/18 | rosie my rosie i'll pick you a posy
Ros—
[Ah, but then it's all irrelevant. Any protest he might've made, any biological need for air he might've insisted upon, it all goes by the wayside because this is so new and so strange and so different. He's got her caught up in his arms now, and she's leaning on him heavily, with abandon, holding on tight to his tie like it's a leash and kissing him like they've only ever done behind locked doors and heavy curtains. She's kissing him like the first time they'd kissed after he'd come through the tear, or at least the first he remembers; he suspects there might've been others that he was simply far too delusional to record and remember, but there's one of them that he does, and he remembers it'd felt just like this.
So naturally, it takes him a long time to draw away, but he is the one who does it in the end. He does it because he knows she won't, not after everything, and if someone doesn't take a firm hand of things, then they're never going to get "home" to begin with.]
There. Better, my dear?
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Still. It's sore, losing him, and Rosalind licks her lips as she tries to get herself together.]
. . . for now.
[She doesn't want to lose his arms around her, either, but that's another treat that she'll simply have to postpone. With a little sigh she steps back, taking his arm once more.]
It's going to take quite a few hours for me to tell you everything that's gone on the past few months. Certainly we'll have a delay once we arrive home. So you'd best ask right now what you're most interested in learning, because you've got til we reach the end of the walk to hear it.
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3/29 or thereabouts, what is time | cw: lutece schmoop probably
Did you know there's a tree
That appears to be blooming
Per-pet-u-a-lly?
It's down in the grove
And I'll briefly be candid:
How on earth does it do that?
I can't understand it.
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4/1 | tags you incessantly for lutece schmoop i guess
y e ssssss
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immediately after the kurameshi feelings jam
He's come back, I should say. He's back now.
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[It is. She isn't an exclamation point sort of person, that's all.]
Had any time passed for him?
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4/15/17
[You know. Apropos of nothing.]
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I see.
[Odd, that it stayed that way even when Dave became a child, but . . . ah, perhaps not so strange, once you give it a moment's thought. It isn't as if they were all entirely changed into their younger selves. She herself could recall several things that happened her supposed future.
It was an imperfect shift. Little wonder his blood hadn't reverted.]
Well. Magenta blood and the fact that you were as willing to attempt politeness for my sake as you are now. There are worse things I could have discovered about you.
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4/21;
[It's fairly early when Rosalind receives a text.]
If you see any dinosaurs around, stay away from them. They're not mine anymore.
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To start with: the fact that Diego is apparently suffering some oddities regarding his powers. It's obviously some trick of the city's, but the specifications are always rather mysterious to start with. She's learnt how to teleport again, and he's apparently lost control of his dinosaurs.
The second: that he's thought to warn her at all.]
Have you lost control of them, or are they under someone else's sway?
[Oh, yeah. That's the other thing. Sorry, Diego.]
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text; 4/19
whats up doc
[GUESS WHO'S FINALLY DEIGNED TO COME OUT OF HIDING. . . that's right, it's this guy.]
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She wonders if he's wary of her, and how she might react. But truth be told, the only thing Rosalind truly feels is relief: she'd missed her duckling.]
That's Dr. Rosie to you, my lad.
[After all, Dave had been uncertain as well. And humor had worked best, hadn't it?]
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5/7 | luteces gonna lutece
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