[CLOSED] I'm fallen from a distant star

[bowtography]

WHO: March 7th, various
WHAT: May catch-all! ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN (hmu up for starters if you'd like anything!)
WHERE: All around
WHEN: The month of May
WARNINGS: None yet!

[ boom-de-yada, boom-de-yada. ]

Comments

[picky]

Then how is it "diving" at all?

[ You can't dive onto land... That's insane person behavior. ]

[bowtography]

Because you're diving off a high spot!

... To not land head-first, that's also what the parachute is for.

[ We're trying. ]

1/2

[picky]

[picky]

[ SCRAMBLING OFF THE BED ]

W-We have to find him before something bad happens to him!

[bowtography]

He's fine!! I promise, it's something people do for fun!

[ Not in space, that would be an entirely different problem, but-- ]

And he's still sending you updates, right?

[picky]

If you're sure.

[ Marcille looks VERY UNSURE. But she trusts March, who would have a better idea of what skydiving is in general, surely! ]

Y-Yeah, I told him I would check in on him. He'll keep me updated. I should probably...

[ Her voice trails off. She whips her attention back to March, looking horrified. ]

Ishmael!

[bowtography]

... Oh.

You don't think she knows at all?

[ Like, surely, it might be shocking for the two of them to hear about this, but weren't those two...

... Well, no, she doesn't think they've gotten together yet, but--! ]

1/2

[picky]

That Wriothesley's not getting married? I have no idea! But what if she—

2/2

[picky]

W-Wait.

[ The realization finally hits her. Oops.

She raises a single, nervous, limp finger towards March. ]

March, do you know about...?

[bowtography]

Yeah. Wriothesley told me.

[ She's here for you. ]

[picky]

[ She lowers her head, still looking up at March. Okay... ]

And Ishmael...?

[bowtography]

I know about that, too.

[ A sage nod. ]