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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[ In front of Ros' apartment is a dainty wicker basket of flowers.
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. ]
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. ]
[Well. She doesn't open the door in time to catch the culprit, but surely this must be the work of the girl living across the hall. It's a thoughtful gift, and Rosalind spends the next day trying to come up with a response. She doesn't know Tonika at all, beyond her name and the fact they share a building. A gift in return would be guesswork at most, and so she gives up after a day. No, instead the next evening, she knocks at Tonika's door, her back straight and hair down.]
Yes. Rosalind Lutece.
[She offers a hand, her blue eyes just a touch uncertain. She's not good at being social, but by god, she's trying.]
You left those flowers at my door?
[She offers a hand, her blue eyes just a touch uncertain. She's not good at being social, but by god, she's trying.]
You left those flowers at my door?
. . . thank you.
[She bites back the obvious question of why, and instead says:]
You work for Kurama, then. I'm surprised I didn't see you the last time I was there. Are you demonic as well, or simply good with your hands?
[She bites back the obvious question of why, and instead says:]
You work for Kurama, then. I'm surprised I didn't see you the last time I was there. Are you demonic as well, or simply good with your hands?
Oh! Oh, no, I just was really passionate about his work, that's all. I think flowers are a bright side to this entire... thing. Like, all of our necessities are covered, so without something to make us happy day by day, ah--
... I just wanted to be a part of it. That's all.
... I just wanted to be a part of it. That's all.
It's admirable to pursue your desires.
[And flowers might seem dull on the surface, but Rosalind knows better than anyone that to judge something based on first appearances is a very stupid thing to do.]
I suspect you'll be making a few more deliveries to my door. Though I admit, my interests lie more in the properties flowers have rather than their arrangements. [That being said . . . she hesitates for a moment and then adds:] I know the roses. But I'm afraid I've forgotten my floriography lessons.
[And flowers might seem dull on the surface, but Rosalind knows better than anyone that to judge something based on first appearances is a very stupid thing to do.]
I suspect you'll be making a few more deliveries to my door. Though I admit, my interests lie more in the properties flowers have rather than their arrangements. [That being said . . . she hesitates for a moment and then adds:] I know the roses. But I'm afraid I've forgotten my floriography lessons.
F- for this bouquet, I just went for elegance, not meaning. The few moments I did see you while you were moving in, you seemed like a really elegant woman and we have more red roses in the shop than anything else, s- so --
-- Anyway! If you want, next time I can bring you some flowers with more interesting properties. I presume you mean medicinal...?
-- Anyway! If you want, next time I can bring you some flowers with more interesting properties. I presume you mean medicinal...?
Medicinal and scientific, yes.
[She smiles faintly, though, at the mention of elegance. Never let it be said she isn't above flattery.]
I do appreciate the gift. Although I realize I haven't yet asked you your name.
[She smiles faintly, though, at the mention of elegance. Never let it be said she isn't above flattery.]
I do appreciate the gift. Although I realize I haven't yet asked you your name.
Madam Rosalind Lutece.
[Tonika. No last name, but she won't press. A beat, and then:]
What year are you from? I assume you're from America, given the accent.
[Tonika. No last name, but she won't press. A beat, and then:]
What year are you from? I assume you're from America, given the accent.
England. And more recently, Columbia.
That wasn't an answer to the question I asked, though.
That wasn't an answer to the question I asked, though.
Over a hundred years for me.
[And yet she doesn't seem all that shocked.]
How far has science advanced in your world?
[And yet she doesn't seem all that shocked.]
How far has science advanced in your world?
[ She rifles around her pockets, and pulls out her iPhone. ]
Planes fly, cars got nicer, a lot of things got cured, and this is, um, a powerful computer for the palm of your hand. If I could describe it to someone from a hundred years ago, I mean.
Planes fly, cars got nicer, a lot of things got cured, and this is, um, a powerful computer for the palm of your hand. If I could describe it to someone from a hundred years ago, I mean.
Edited 2016-12-18 14:56 (UTC)
[ What does a girl do when she gets a video from someone in a dangerous place and then doesn't hear from them for quite a while?
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. ]
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. ]
[It's a ridiculously good soup. It's far better than anything she could make, god knows, and Rosalind splits the pot into fourths, eager to make it last as long as she can. And once she's had a portion, once she's full and warm, her hunger satisfied in a way it hasn't been since she arrived . . .
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
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
Did you know, Dr. Lutece, that true love is an objectively provable and quantifiable phenomenon?
Not at all, but I did think you'd find the notion fascinating enough to brighten your day.
I do.
[As does the fact he called her Dr Lutece.]
How precisely do you mean?
[As does the fact he called her Dr Lutece.]
How precisely do you mean?
When two people fated to meet and fall in love are born, the gods tie a red strand around their pinky fingers, connecting them. A manifestation of destiny, if you will.
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