[OPEN] Lost in paradise

[bowtography]

WHO: March 7th and anyone who wants to witness this
WHAT: Post-upgrade Problems...
WHERE: Around the base, around Japan
WHEN: April 12th and up to a week after that
WARNINGS: None so far!



A. Post-Surgery

[ Choices were made. March may or may not regret them a little, but upon remembering things like how badly injured so many of the Outsiders had been and Ishmael gritting her teeth while struggling to walk, she'd ultimately decided it was worth it.

Maybe not right now, though, not when she's kind of staggering around the base, looking very much Still In Pain and sheet-white. Of course, that's one thing. The other thing is that she looks completely disoriented and depending on where you find her, it's pretty obvious that it's not where she was trying to go. Maybe it's a non-Redemption wing. Maybe it's the cafeteria.

Maybe it's the rec room?? Maybe she's actually heading outside when she clearly shouldn't be??

If you're still not entirely sure what she's up to, she can be heard quietly muttering to herself in a shaky voice, definitely rattled-- ]

W-why is it so hard to find my room??

B. Compass Required

[ It's a day or so later! And she is.

... Not doing any better. Though at the very least, she's had some time to get the style upgrade implemented and is comfortably clothed in her much more familiar (to her) outfit from home.

But she hasn't actually been seen on the base all day, which probably isn't terribly strange, since March likes to go out and experience life, but at this point it's dark and if you're out at night, you might spot her. Talking to a few people who seem either amused or flummoxed by her current level of vexation. ]

No, sorry, I've definitely been to Shinjuku, and I know where it is on a map, I just--

I'm not drunk! Look, just tell me "this way" or "that way" and I'll figure it out from there!!

[ ... She has apparently been dealing with something similar for hours, given that she really does sound like she's on the verge of frustrated tears. ]

C. Bah Hummingbird

[ At this point, March has given up leaving the base on her own, so you can spot her in the greenhouse (though it's arguable whether she meant to be there or not), a cute little hummingbird perched on her shoulder. She's taking pictures of the plants, though she pauses to glance up when she realizes she's got company, offering a smile that is definitely a lot steadier than the mess she's been over the past few days. ]

These little guys are pretty cute, aren't they? I'm more of a dog person, but I gotta admit, they've got a lot of appeal!

[ OOC: Also fine with doing custom starters if nothing catches your interest! ]

Comments

[immortalpoet]

Bad. But I hardly care for that.

[Another....low sigh.]

I did rather foolish things last night with those...texts.

[bowtography]

... Um.

[ Oh, dear. ]

How foolish are we talking about here...?

[immortalpoet]

[staring]

[into the distance]

I...said some things to Malkuth.

[bowtography]

...

[ Gently going to nudge at his back to start walking, because coffee cannot be acquired in Redemption's hallway. Though he'll still have to lead the way. ]

Things like what?

[ Verg is she going to have to prompt you every other minute? ]

[immortalpoet]

[He's kind of like....listlessly walking there you can practically see him reliving every little second (that he vaguely remembers) from last night in his eyes.]

...

That I...miss her. And.........I don't....deserve her.....

[THE MOST PAINED STRAINED VOICE IN THE WORLD]

1/2

[bowtography]

Oh! Okay.

[ She's nodding along, very sagely. ]

[bowtography]

[ Except then it sinks in like ten seconds later, and she head-whips towards him so quickly it's some kind of miracle her neck didn't snap. ]

Wait, you--

You confessed?! Drunkenly????

[immortalpoet]

....Is that considered a confession?

[HE ALREADY IS AGHHHHHH (BURN DAMAGE NOISES) OVER THIS NOW APPARENTLY IT CAN BE CONSIDERED A CONFESSION NOW ITS (POISON DAMAGE NOISES)]

[bowtography]

[ Can't believe four star-you-get-for-free March 7th has killed the Red Gaze... ]

I mean, I don't know exactly how you said it, but saying you miss someone and that you don't deserve them sounds like a really dramatic confession! Did you say "as a friend"??

[immortalpoet]

[RUNNING A HAND THROUGH HIS BANGS BACK OVER HIS HEAD IT'S SO FUCKING JOEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

N...no........................

[bowtography]

[ What is happening ]

O... okay. What exactly did you say?

[immortalpoet]

[he is]

[going to the coffee place quietly he is suddenly shy <3]

[bowtography]

[ SIR I'M GONNA SNAP YOU IN HALF LIKE A TOOTHPICK ]

I can't exactly hear you out if you clam up!! You know!!

[immortalpoet]

Maybe it's not important....

[yeah maybe he can just live in denial forever it sounds great and he can lock himself in his room for five centuries great idea wonderful idea never has to see anyone ever again]

[bowtography]

What do you mean it's not important?! You willingly sought me out, her best friend, to talk specifically about this!!

[ SIR I SWEAR TO AKIVILI ]

[immortalpoet]

[He stops.]

[Turns.]

[His eyes are flickering as he's scrolling down the thread and just. Sending images of the thread to March's implants.]

[He turns around again.]

[He wants to bang his head against a wall.]

1/2

[bowtography]

[ Okay. It's an answer. More of an answer than she expected and she's quiet as she reads...

... This...

?????

Unprofessional things???

The nails on bare thighs?!?!?!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-- ]

[bowtography]

[ She is, in fact, so busy processing this that she walks straight into a pole. ]

--!!!!

[ And crouches down immediately, pressing a palm over her face. ]

[immortalpoet]

Ah...

[MARCH....NO]




[okay forgetting his Woes(TM) to bend down hey there lady]

...Are you. Okay?

[bowtography]

I'll live...

[ Slowly, rubbing her forehead before she lowers her hand. ]

Okay, with context... that wasn't just a confession, that was flirting before that!

[immortalpoet]

Was it.




[in the same tone as "kill me now"]

I don't....I don't.........I don't know what to do.

[WHERE'S YOUR GOD TO ERASE THE MEMORIES HERE]

[bowtography]

[ LOOK, IF SHE COULD ASK THE REMEMBRANCE TO DO ANYTHING, IT WOULDN'T BE SEALING MORE MEMORIES- ]

Well, before that... [ She pushes herself back to her feet. ]

Was there anything in all of that... that you didn't mean?

[immortalpoet]

....






No....

[bowtography]

[ How did we get here

How ]

Then there's one thing I can tell you that you should've done.

[immortalpoet]

Which is...?

[what should he have done wise guru]