[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

[frostfist]

[ You are not selling him on this, March. ]

You wouldn't consider it with a guy you trusted?

[bowtography]

No, I would.

[ Again, promptly. ]

[frostfist]

[ Damn. ]

That's some true equality right there.

[ Good for her! Anyway they're at the elevator now. He gives the button a push with his free hand. ]

[bowtography]

Most guys just don't seem that interested, is all.

[ A shrug as she waits for the elevator. ]

And we both know I can hardly get any of that stuff out of you.

[frostfist]

[ He puts one hand over his heart. ]

And here I've never been anything less than forthcoming and honest with you.

[ Now he's just being shitty. ]

[bowtography]

... Yeah? You'd tell me if you had anyone you liked?

[ This is such a flat look from her. ]

[frostfist]

Sure.

[ Why did he say that so easily.... ]

[bowtography]

Oh.

Really??

[ SHE LOOKS SO TOUCHED. WRIOTHESLEY, SHE THOUGHT YOU WERE A BULLY...!!!! ]

[frostfist]

Sure. I like you after all, don't I?

[ So sorry March, SO SORRY, as it turns out he is still a bully. ]

[bowtography]

[ Oh. Trust betrayed. ]

That's not what I--

[ Well, it's very easy to go from Touched to Sulking, apparently, as her shoulders slump. ]

Come ooooon, now you're just being mean!

[frostfist]

[ Trust betrayed further as he laughs a little at how fast she wilts. Sorry March, but it was worth it. ]

Does it really matter if I tell you whether or not I have an interest in someone romantically?

[bowtography]

[ The world is dark and cold and Wriothesley is cruel... ]

Of course it does! I told you, support matters! Maybe I could help!

[ Even though!! Maybe she doesn't want to after this!!! ]

[frostfist]

[ Just as keikaku...... ]

What if I don't need support and am perfectly capable of handling matters on my own?

[bowtography]

You can't even be honest with a pretty girl right now.

[ Please. ]

[frostfist]

[ Okay, first of all: ]

I'm not sure what you being a pretty girl has to do with anything.

[bowtography]

I just felt like saying it. Point still stands.

[frostfist]

[ ????? ]

Your point can't stand if there was no point to begin with.

[bowtography]

My point is you can't even be honest with me, you're just purposely giving me grief. Which means, I don't actually believe you can handle certain matters on your own.

It'd be nice to be wrong, though.

[frostfist]

I spent most of my life handling matters on my own, actually, and it seems to have worked out just fine for me.

[ But March can think whatever she wants. And hey look, there's the ding of the elevator arriving now. ]

[bowtography]

Pretty sure your matters weren't romantic.

[ Under her breath, but there's the elevator, so she'll tug him on because the very least, directional impairment does not seem to include "go forward three steps." ]

[frostfist]

[ He heard that. But he'll follow her into the elevator first before saying anything. ]

Contrary to popular belief, my lack of love life had more to do with my circumstances than my personality.

[bowtography]

I don't know how popular a belief that is, given how many people seem to like you here, but what circumstances? Workaholic?

[frostfist]

I've learned to take regular breaks from work, actually.

[ As much as his piles of paperwork threaten to overwhelm him on the regular, he still remembers to take his daily teatime breaks. ]

It's more like [ hmmmm, how does he put this ] my work doesn't allow me to get out much. Despite the breaks, I'm more or less chained to my office.

[ How long can he dance around this subject before he has to say it outright. ]

[bowtography]

[ Who knows? Because March is listening intently, trying to figure out what kind of work this is, actually. He can take breaks, but he can't get out much? And when he says chained... ]

Wait, are you like--being forced to work? Are you in trouble?? Do you need us to come get you when we're out of here?!

[ Would March 7th stage a prison break for a friend, absolutely, was definitely on the verge of trying to figure out how to kidnap Dan Heng-- ]

[frostfist]

[ March 7th staging a literal prison break so she can bust the guy who runs the place out and leave everyone else to fend for themselves. A lot of people would be happy about that, actually.

Anyway this is spiraling out of control so he decides to step in a little and stop being so obtuse for one second. ]

Nothing of the sort. [ Though he's very touched she would even think of such a thing. Maybe he should tell her about his love life..... ] My workplace is several hundred feet underwater, that's all. Going up and down from the surface is.....well, kind of a pain, so I don't do it much.