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originallutece) wrote2017-04-24 02:04 am
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Rosalind Lutece
Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University. VOICE | TEXT | VIDEO | ACTION
[hello, mysterious number calling. at least it's reasonably in the afternoon and not disrupting evening hours.]
[OHO, WHO COULD IT BE . . .
Actually, Rosalind answers absently, her fingers tapping buttons as she stares down at her notebook. She's had a lot of these calls lately, and she's not going to get excited for another teenage boy.]
Hello?
Actually, Rosalind answers absently, her fingers tapping buttons as she stares down at her notebook. She's had a lot of these calls lately, and she's not going to get excited for another teenage boy.]
Hello?
[ some time on the 11th rosalind will get a text message through retrospec from some stranger. ]
hello hi
so are you or like someone you know missing a book
or like half a book some of the pages are blank
[ attached is a picture of the principles of quantum mechanics by rosalind lutece ]
^ that book
which is where i got ur name ftr
i figure its yours or someone from your uh past life whatever the heck were callin them now
anyways lmk
hello hi
so are you or like someone you know missing a book
or like half a book some of the pages are blank
[ attached is a picture of the principles of quantum mechanics by rosalind lutece ]
^ that book
which is where i got ur name ftr
i figure its yours or someone from your uh past life whatever the heck were callin them now
anyways lmk
Where on earth did you get that?
Yes, it's mine, I've spent the entire morning looking for it.
[This isn't Roxy's fault, but good god, she's torn up her entire apartment trying to find it.]
Yes, it's mine, I've spent the entire morning looking for it.
[This isn't Roxy's fault, but good god, she's torn up her entire apartment trying to find it.]
Professor, I think I have a startling discovery that you might want to research and look into.
I've discovered our first human/animal hybrid: Dante Rantanen. I believe I have enough evidence to say that he is, in fact, half cat.
I've discovered our first human/animal hybrid: Dante Rantanen. I believe I have enough evidence to say that he is, in fact, half cat.
Retrospec has seen fit to return me another item,
and I figured that you might be interested in seeing what it is in person.
[ it's followed by a photo, showing several blueprints and schematics. some of the data has been smudged out, but on the whole, it's still legible. ]
I'll be swinging by the campus at lunchtime, if you're free to chat for a moment to offer your opinions.
and I figured that you might be interested in seeing what it is in person.
[ it's followed by a photo, showing several blueprints and schematics. some of the data has been smudged out, but on the whole, it's still legible. ]
I'll be swinging by the campus at lunchtime, if you're free to chat for a moment to offer your opinions.
By all means. I'll be in my office. And--
Well. I'll save my questions for when you arrive.
Well. I'll save my questions for when you arrive.
[For all intents and purposes, Dr. Lutece was a figure of authority. She help seniority in the hierarchy of academia, she was older than him. And if his prank upset her, she can't fire him or report him to the department head.
It was difficult coming up with something relatively harmless. If he had to play a prank on Jim, Mohammed would spend all night perfecting the horrible humiliation their overseer would endure. One day he'll have his revenge.
One weekday morning, Mohammed gives Dr. Lutece a call. He wants to discuss powers and memories off Retrospec, and he wished to meet her in her office. He'd also pick up coffee for the two of them if she were busy. And stop by the lounge to pour salt into one of the containers. Then offer the clean coffee as recompense.]
It was difficult coming up with something relatively harmless. If he had to play a prank on Jim, Mohammed would spend all night perfecting the horrible humiliation their overseer would endure. One day he'll have his revenge.
One weekday morning, Mohammed gives Dr. Lutece a call. He wants to discuss powers and memories off Retrospec, and he wished to meet her in her office. He'd also pick up coffee for the two of them if she were busy. And stop by the lounge to pour salt into one of the containers. Then offer the clean coffee as recompense.]
[She likes Mohammed, for the record. She really does. He's intelligent and sensible, two traits she values above all else. Retrospec adventures aside, they don't really socialize much outside of the library, but she still thinks nothing of it when he asks to meet with her. She doesn't even think much of that kindness with the coffee, save for how nice it is when someone else volunteers to get it.
More fool her.
She's settled back comfortably in her chair, her slender fingers wrapped around the tainted coffee.]
What precisely did you want to discuss? A memory of your own, or something else?
[Absently, she takes a sip.
And stops.
And stares, her eyes widening before narrowing sharply. The taste is horrid, absolutely awful, a disgusting swirl of salt and bitterness, and she actually gags, but she isn't about to spit it back out. Oh, no. No, no. Rosalind stares coldly at Mohammed and then, with a great force of effort, swallows the concoction.]
More fool her.
She's settled back comfortably in her chair, her slender fingers wrapped around the tainted coffee.]
What precisely did you want to discuss? A memory of your own, or something else?
[Absently, she takes a sip.
And stops.
And stares, her eyes widening before narrowing sharply. The taste is horrid, absolutely awful, a disgusting swirl of salt and bitterness, and she actually gags, but she isn't about to spit it back out. Oh, no. No, no. Rosalind stares coldly at Mohammed and then, with a great force of effort, swallows the concoction.]
there's some curious information floating around about officer hitori togusa! though he may seem like a man with a love of only the law, trusted information has it that his heart truly belongs to chocobos. he's quite the serious collector, and his love extends to even his pajamas!
[rumor spreading: achieved.]
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[rumor spreading: achieved.]
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[Rosalind is not, for the record, in the best state of mind right now. This doesn't mean she'll react in quite the same way as Ardyn or Togusa, but on the other hand, one cannot expect to be all that sweet when one has just gotten implicit confirmation that one died.
Still, her answer comes quickly.]
Yes.
Still, her answer comes quickly.]
Yes.
You mean the world to me.
(Also hello, I suppose I ought to have said that first.)
(Also hello, I suppose I ought to have said that first.)
I'd remind you we meant to keep this somewhat professional, but it seems rather pointless in light of all this madness, doesn't it?
[And she's rather desperate to talk to him, not as his professor, but as his . . .
As his.]
Hello, Christopher. I miss you.
Tell me you're not hurt, please.
[And she's rather desperate to talk to him, not as his professor, but as his . . .
As his.]
Hello, Christopher. I miss you.
Tell me you're not hurt, please.
Edited 2017-08-12 07:02 (UTC)
[ It's late. Very late, actually...
Noctis is normally the type to stay up rather late and sleep throughout part of the day, especially when he has no obligations pending. With the way the city has been the last week, he hasn't been able to have such a luxury.
Actually, he hasn't really been able to sleep at all. The times he has were born entirely of exhaustion and collapsing because of it. There's admittedly a lot on his mind-- The strange memories that keep happening one after another, the monsters traipsing the streets, the discoveries he'd found in that strange bunker. It's just that he never experienced anything like this at home, and while he's had plenty of conversations to talk it out, it hasn't necessarily made anything better.
But it helps. And one of the people who's facilitated that help? Noctis is currently dialing her number right now. Hoping she isn't asleep. ]
Noctis is normally the type to stay up rather late and sleep throughout part of the day, especially when he has no obligations pending. With the way the city has been the last week, he hasn't been able to have such a luxury.
Actually, he hasn't really been able to sleep at all. The times he has were born entirely of exhaustion and collapsing because of it. There's admittedly a lot on his mind-- The strange memories that keep happening one after another, the monsters traipsing the streets, the discoveries he'd found in that strange bunker. It's just that he never experienced anything like this at home, and while he's had plenty of conversations to talk it out, it hasn't necessarily made anything better.
But it helps. And one of the people who's facilitated that help? Noctis is currently dialing her number right now. Hoping she isn't asleep. ]
Noctis?
Is everything all right?
[Not the best thing to start a conversation with, but it's late and she's terribly on edge. He's not the only one who hasn't been sleeping; she's awake herself, curled up on the couch with a book and some tea.]
Is everything all right?
[Not the best thing to start a conversation with, but it's late and she's terribly on edge. He's not the only one who hasn't been sleeping; she's awake herself, curled up on the couch with a book and some tea.]
Rosalind?
Rosalind, please tell me you're there
[No finishing punctuation. Someone's in a hurry.]
Rosalind, please tell me you're there
[No finishing punctuation. Someone's in a hurry.]
Rosalind,
I have no way of knowing if you're going to get this. On principle it ought to be impossible, given the givens, but if there's one thing we've both come to realize around here lately, it's that that motto of the city seems to be the same as that of the Army Corps of Engineers in World War II — "The difficult we do immediately. The impossible takes a little longer."
So really, I don't know if you're going to get this. And I think...contrary to the scientific method though it might be, I don't think I'm going to hit send on this until I'm completely done. I'd like to maintain just enough ambiguity to give hope plenty of ground on which to thrive.
Did I ever tell you that I've always wanted to go to outer space? I never would've thought that dream would end up coming true like this. But really, we're about as far from home as it gets, right now — it's not even apt to wonder "where on earth am I" anymore, because technically speaking I'm not really anywhere ON the earth at all.
I wish you were here. I'm "Miss Sandiego" to all the kids right now, and I'm glad to represent some semblance of order and authority for them, but...
...One of the last things that happened, before everything went so chaotic in an instant (and how many weeks has it been now? Two? Three?), was that I got into a fight with someone who loves me very much. He was worried about me, and thought I was taking too many risks when I should be keeping a low profile and resting. I told him to let me live my life, that I didn't want to stay cooped up in my house all day BEHAVING, and...
Well. I suppose now I feel a bit like Icarus rolling his eyes at Daedalus, all things considered.
I miss my cat. I hope someone is taking care of him. And I think...at the end of this, I won't mind going home and just...behaving. For a little while, at least.
I miss you, too, Rosalind. I hope that wherever you are, this reaches you. Selfish though it might be, I suppose maybe I just...needed someone to confide in, for a moment. I hope you won't hold it against me, that my first thought for that was of you.
I always did want to know how high I could fly. I suppose this one's going to be hard to beat, isn't it.
XOXO
Carmen
I have no way of knowing if you're going to get this. On principle it ought to be impossible, given the givens, but if there's one thing we've both come to realize around here lately, it's that that motto of the city seems to be the same as that of the Army Corps of Engineers in World War II — "The difficult we do immediately. The impossible takes a little longer."
So really, I don't know if you're going to get this. And I think...contrary to the scientific method though it might be, I don't think I'm going to hit send on this until I'm completely done. I'd like to maintain just enough ambiguity to give hope plenty of ground on which to thrive.
Did I ever tell you that I've always wanted to go to outer space? I never would've thought that dream would end up coming true like this. But really, we're about as far from home as it gets, right now — it's not even apt to wonder "where on earth am I" anymore, because technically speaking I'm not really anywhere ON the earth at all.
I wish you were here. I'm "Miss Sandiego" to all the kids right now, and I'm glad to represent some semblance of order and authority for them, but...
...One of the last things that happened, before everything went so chaotic in an instant (and how many weeks has it been now? Two? Three?), was that I got into a fight with someone who loves me very much. He was worried about me, and thought I was taking too many risks when I should be keeping a low profile and resting. I told him to let me live my life, that I didn't want to stay cooped up in my house all day BEHAVING, and...
Well. I suppose now I feel a bit like Icarus rolling his eyes at Daedalus, all things considered.
I miss my cat. I hope someone is taking care of him. And I think...at the end of this, I won't mind going home and just...behaving. For a little while, at least.
I miss you, too, Rosalind. I hope that wherever you are, this reaches you. Selfish though it might be, I suppose maybe I just...needed someone to confide in, for a moment. I hope you won't hold it against me, that my first thought for that was of you.
I always did want to know how high I could fly. I suppose this one's going to be hard to beat, isn't it.
XOXO
Carmen
Majima and I are about to go check out a dick.
Professor, I know that there is a high possibility that you will not receive any of my text messages, but I hope that you are safe.
I regret not letting you take Shovel-san.
I regret not letting you take Shovel-san.
I was picked up by a monster and tossed into a portal then woke up in a doctor's office. I wonder if science can explain this.
A man throws a ball as hard as he can. There is nothing attached to it, and it doesn't strike anything, and there is no one present to catch it and re-throw it.
Yet it comes back to him. How?
Yet it comes back to him. How?
[There's a bit of a longer pause than there normally is.]
He throws it into the air.
What fruit has seeds on the outside?
He throws it into the air.
What fruit has seeds on the outside?
[ He's... Let this hang over his head for a while. Since he hasn't had the energy or even bravery to tell anyone (because he hardly talks about this), it's built up. It doesn't make sense. ]
you free?
you free?
Yes. Half-buried beneath hasty lesson plans, but yes.
i accidentally set the kitchen on fire. again. gotta admit, this is getting old, bro.
[Um.]
Perhaps you ought to give up on cooking altogether, bro.
Perhaps you ought to give up on cooking altogether, bro.
Edited 2017-09-04 01:54 (UTC)
Hey, uh, Professor? Do you still have openings in one of your Quantum Physics class?
[It takes her half a day to get back to him.]
Three spots left, though you're going to need my special permission to access one. Are you set on taking the class?
Three spots left, though you're going to need my special permission to access one. Are you set on taking the class?
and does he like chocolate? I need to know for reasons.
[She's starting to figure out what it is Retrospec is doing this month.]
"For reasons" is a terrible justification; either elaborate or don't write out that sentence at all.
"For reasons" is a terrible justification; either elaborate or don't write out that sentence at all.
miss kitchen
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Hello, Noctis. Having a bit of trouble typing, are we?
Edited 2017-09-04 02:46 (UTC)
Do you need any help finding other wonderfully coordinated outfits?
...So, Tarr. When are we hanging out again? I kind of gotten sidetracked with work, even though I'm on frickin vacation. I really want to spend more time with you but things are a little hectic.
I'm moving to a new place soon. It feels damn good to be able to say that after living with my brother for half a year. I love Ardyn to death but I need the space to clear my head.
A lot of...interesting stuff happened last month. I guess you could say I'm still reeling from it. I swear that the only good thing about August was meeting you.
I still have that mocha chocolate cheesecake on my mind! That was pretty damn good.
Well contact me whenever, okay? I can make plenty of room on my calendar for dessert~
I'm moving to a new place soon. It feels damn good to be able to say that after living with my brother for half a year. I love Ardyn to death but I need the space to clear my head.
A lot of...interesting stuff happened last month. I guess you could say I'm still reeling from it. I swear that the only good thing about August was meeting you.
I still have that mocha chocolate cheesecake on my mind! That was pretty damn good.
Well contact me whenever, okay? I can make plenty of room on my calendar for dessert~
[On the one hand, she's not a cruel person. This is obviously a very sincere text, and frankly, she's glad Fynn's got someone in his life he can send this to.
On the other hand: oh my god.]
Flattering as the offer is, Fynn, I'm going to have to pass. My boyfriend would be terribly annoyed if I went out to have ~dessert~ with another man.
On the other hand: oh my god.]
Flattering as the offer is, Fynn, I'm going to have to pass. My boyfriend would be terribly annoyed if I went out to have ~dessert~ with another man.
So...any news about the arm yet?
[For all that she's becoming aware Something Wacky is going on, but also: she does know about the arm, and if Bucky is texting her about it, surely Grell must have told him that she knows.]
I haven't looked at it particularly closely since that first day, but bodies aren't my specialty, frankly. Grell would be the woman you want to speak to, I'm certain she's gone over it again.
I haven't looked at it particularly closely since that first day, but bodies aren't my specialty, frankly. Grell would be the woman you want to speak to, I'm certain she's gone over it again.
Professor, I wanted to talk to you about
[ about...... it could be anything. ]
[ about...... it could be anything. ]
[honestly, after the texts she's gotten, this is somewhat of a relief.
Then again, given what they've been through, there's something a little unnerving about not knowing how that text ends.]
. . . about?
Then again, given what they've been through, there's something a little unnerving about not knowing how that text ends.]
. . . about?
keep dreaming about myself, and i fear maybe i'll lose my dreams entirely to memories.
[Oh, that's . . . worrying. More than a little worrying, to say the least, and she knows she probably wasn't the intended target, but nor can she simply ignore it.]
Are they invading your dreams so often?
Are they invading your dreams so often?
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