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[undrowned]

WHO: rover and you!
WHAT: catch-all log from nov-dec - OTA!
WHERE: all over / wildcard for random
WARNINGS: as they come up.



OCTOBER - NOVEMBER.


1. SIMULATION (TDM SCENARIO) cw. descriptions of a panic attack

[ she's back here despite only a few weeks having recovered from transylvania. rover is giving herself some space and making sure that she's not taking on more difficult rounds of the simulation, if only because she truly doesn't want to injure herself again. nevertheless, she pushes herself hard every single time a fight comes up. why not? the alternative is to be stuck in her room again or wandering aimlessly from place to place until she exhausts herself, being bored. she has to keep on moving, she has to keep her wits about her.

the after-effects of the simulation come to her afterwards, at the beginning of the fight when the sounds of pyramid head's sword drags heavy against the floor. she ends up panicking, breathing heavily against the wall before calling it off. her heart hammers against her ribcage like a flightless bird being grasped slowly to death, feeling herself gasp for breath. ]

- alright, alright. I get it. Enough.

[ she presses her head against the wall, grumbling, eyes closed, trying to will herself to be more calm. ]



2. HALLOWEEN - HARLEM BAR - YOKAI FESTIVAL

[ bars aren't really her thing, but it's fun to watch a costume party and the associated ravers for the night. rover tucks herself in a corner booth as she drinks a mocktail, not really up for getting drunk. she's dressed in a costume reminiscent of alice in wonderland's queen of hearts, though the jagged line of her hair, cut awkwardly from transylvania, makes for an otherwise severe costume.

she'll wander off to the festival after, just to participate in it as well, but rover can be found in either location. for close CR, we can handwave your character getting an insistent text asking if they're interested in coming - either to the bar for a dance, or the festival. if your character needs to get drunk first, rover's amenable to drinking with them. ]



4. QUESTS

ref. LINK for November

ooc. i'm interested in the vegas and okinawa prompts primarily, but if you've got other ideas for the other quests i can roll with it!



5. WILDCARD

[ anything else here! ]

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Comments

[gorb]

( There is a clatter of sound as one Geto Suguru slinks into the space opposite her, dressed far different than how she usually sees him, a pair of glittery horns in his hair, eyeliner ever so slightly smudged. He's clearly been having a time, though the manic energy ebbs a little now that he's found her, refocusing. )

Rover-san.

( Voice gentle, only ever so slightly teasing. )

You should have told me you were coming out. I would have waited for you. ( Read: not get quite so drunk. Though maybe he's covering it acceptably. ) How are you feeling? I like your costume.

1.

[lovebombing]

....When the going gets tough, make a knock-knock joke! Or so they say.

[Or so WHO says? Sampo, it seems, as he comes up next to her, dipping down to try to look at her face. Well, she's not in a great mental state, there.]

Hey. You doing alright, miss?

[undrowned]

Hello.

[ she makes room for him beside her, smiling at his attire. ]

I'm feeling well enough to be here. - You're not looking bad yourself; if I didn't know any better I'd say you're aiming for someone.

[ a slight tease. he might just be enjoying his time out here, really. ]

[undrowned]

Thanks.

[ rather weakly said, with a slight smile. she knows he's trying, despite everything else. arguably sampo has gone thru more than she did in transylvania, so she feels awkward when he's the one trying to cheer her up. ]

I'm fine. That should be my question to you. [ looks at him skeptically. ] How have you been?

[uncourteous]

[ this certainly wasn't the first time he's ever had to share his general living area with another. being on the battlefield made such a concept a luxury, even from a crown prince. for survival, men would do anything in desperation, he's found. but, this is less that than it is... a simple desire to let a certain lady have her way. though, he may also be concealing the fact that he wasn't all too opposed to it, either. having her in his proximity made it easier to keep an eye out on her. to know for a fact that when he closes his eyes at night that she would be right within sight and distance.

he presumes it would also play a part in her overall recuperation (in theory). while callisto occasionally finds himself lulled to sleep on the chair, or even while propped up against the wall, sat up entirely straight in bed, he often found himself roused by the prickling feeling like she'd be gone. when he opens his eyes at such a time, he finds her still sleeping, or in a state close enough to it; her eyes closed. any normal person may have woke someone up a normal way, but callisto simply leans over her, his weight pressing down on the bed as he whispers close to her. ]

Are you truly sleeping? If you are, you should know I have any number of ways of waking you up. [ honestly, ever seen he's been afflicted with being a vampire, it's been inconvenient at times like these. he isn't sure if his attempt to wake her is his way confirming she was really here, or if it's because he's concerned of what he's capable of in this state. all the more when she seems rather vulnerable in the moment. ]

[gorb]

Ha.

( He usually plays his cards close to his chest, but either he's tipsy enough that secrecy doesn't feel important or his closeness with Rover has edged over an invisible line, because Geto only shrugs, flicking hair over his shoulder in the manner of all unaffected bitches everywhere. ) That would mean he'd have to start paying attention, Rover-san, and I don't think that's going to happen any time soon.

( Sometimes a person kisses you and then never talks about it for months. He wonders if she and her royal have had better luck, decides against asking if only because he knows she's had a rough go of it. )

No, I just wanted to look good. I used to like dressing up, so I thought I might try again.

[lovebombing]

Me? Your ol' pal Sampo has never been better! Ehe.

[A bright smile, a cheery disposition. His ears...look a little scarred, roughed-up, but he seems alright? He's obviously alright.]

But seriously. What's bothering you?

[undrowned]

... well, you're certainly a lot better than last I saw you.

[ small victories, right? right. ]

The simulation just has a tendency to mess with my mind.

I thought I've put Transylvania behind me well enough, but that doesn't seem to be the case at all. [ a frustrated sigh. ] Perhaps I need to work harder.

[ at what, she doesn't know ... but that's all she can come up with for now. always working harder, always. ]

[undrowned]

You should dress up more often. I imagine it takes a lot more effort, but you do look better when you do.

[ good things can happen to terrible people too! also what the heck, boys. the only blessing with being with callisto is the fact that you know exactly what he's thinking. because he'll tell you. whether you want to hear about it or not.

rover mulls his words over the upbeat music, swirling her drink in her hands. ]

... and is it really a problem of attention? If you've never had to ask for it and get it anyway, maybe the issue is you're ignoring him.

[undrowned]

[ at first, she thought that it'd be a rather intimate evening. something like, the two of them can fall together chatting to each other about everything and nothing. it's a way to get used to another human being too, after all that she's been through.

but callisto also didn't sleep as well as she thought he would. he wakes up at odd hours, and sometimes, he's even already awake even before her nightmares woke her up. it's nice to feel that there is someone there for her if need be, but it makes her worry that he's spending all this time, not sleeping, until she realized that he's one of those afflicted. why didn't she know sooner? to be fair, there hasn't been a good time to say it at all. it's been a whirlwind of experiences since she's returned.

she feels him lean over her, his words rousing her. a slight clench of her hand on the sheets before it relents, realizes it's just him. not that he'd allow anyone to interrupt. or to put them in harm's way. she has to get used to it. wills herself to be calm. ]

... next time, I'll bring other things to your bed. It's kind of bare.

[ she curls up against him. she hasn't opened her eyes yet, just murmuring her thoughts out loud, which happened to be centred on wanting softness - ] Maybe one of Lord Strawberry's lookalikes [ he's promoted again ], or some other creature, to keep you company.

[gorb]

( The look he gives her is so outrightly and outrageously offended that it would be funny if he weren't too busy being incensed. ) I'm not -. That's not -. No. We're still talking.

( Geto even went so far as to check Gojo wasn't kidnapped, which feels very magnanimous of him. )

Don't you get all high and mighty with me, Rover-san. I know you're not any better at this than I am. Besides, I couldn't ignore him if I tried. And I've tried. I'm not the one in the wrong here, I've been very well behaved. ( Which makes him a little grumpy, even though he knows it's not anyone else's fault but his own. He had gotten over this need to cater to anyone else's whims. What on earth is he doing letting it happen again? ) Ugh.

[uncourteous]

[ when she rouses, there's an instant sort of relief that washes over him. while it's one thing to confirm the rise and fall of her chest as she sleeps, or to hear the quiet way in which one inhales and exhales in their sleep— it's another thing for him to see the way in which her eyes gradually refocus in on him.

part of him anticipated some sort of reaction. perhaps, even her pushing him off from leaning in too close, but then it doesn't exactly come. even from this distance, he can smell her blood, and it's admittedly a bit too enticing in the moment. he pulls back slightly, but not enough where she couldn't continue curling up against him.

his fingers brush at some of her hair. ] Is that all you have to say? [ ... ] Lord is a bit overkill. He's barely been knighted as a Sir. In light of his performance, that's the most he gets. If he desires some land and a title, he's going to have to do far more.

Besides, I don't know if I could sleep comfortably with his beady eyes constantly on me.

[lovebombing]

I'm right as rain again! Nothing can keep Sampo down. Not even....well. Y'know!

[Does she know! He won't explain, anyways.]

[The explanation makes him hum, thoughtful.]

I see...well, I have another piece of advice. Wanna here it? Here goes. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy". Have you ever, you know, given yourself a break?