SPACE COAST: PRIVATE CONVO: ROSAMUND

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w1 ; sunday, post-trial

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[ he waits a while, until later that night, to seek out rosamund. figures she'll be equally swamped and miserable. where might she be at such an evening-ish hour? ]

Hey, Rosie.

[rosebleed]

Nodd.

[She gives him a wan smile. He's found her at the edge of the bar, late enough that they're likely to find themselves flat on their asses soon. She's nursing a tea between two dainty hands, back in modern clothing of a dimmer array than usual.]

Looking for a nightcap?

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They don't charge much.

[ at all, haha. the smile is taken as permission to fully approach and to take a seat beside her. ]

Have you been hounded with enough questions for a lifetime, yet?

w2 ; tuesday

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[ nodd runs into rosamund while moseying to the shopping concourse. he gives her a short smile and a sharp little wave when they catch eyes. then his gaze averts. ]

[rosebleed]

Nodd?

[That's strange. He's ordinarily quite social. Rosamund takes a hesitant trot after him, glancing behind them to check for privacy.]

Hey. Are you all right?

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Never been better.

[ staring straight ahead as he walks. not rosie, why rosie?? ]

Can't think of a thing to complain about.

WEEK 3: Thursday

[rosebleed]

[Backdating because she would have, texting because it's trial tomorrow and it's late....]

nyquil

Hello Nodd, it's Rosamund. Have you gotten cleaned up? Are you feeling well?

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monk
I'm well enough. Preparing for curfew. What about you, kid?

WEEK 3: Saturday

[rosebleed]

[She will find him. And she will be upset.]

Nodd.

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Rosie.

[ perhaps found after yuri has at least bandaged him, so he doesn't actively have blood drying on his face. he is playing str**t f**ghter 2. ]

[rosebleed]

[Frowns at the game.

Frowns at him too.]

You put yourself on the line for him.

WEEK 3: Sunday

[rosebleed]

[She's waited beside the pods, unmoving. She checks her I.R.I.S., she looks to the ceiling. She puts her head in her hands.

Then finally, signs of life.

Rosamund moves in, kneeling at his side, arms folded on the edge of the pod as he stirs awake. She's done her crying already, but round two is a close call when her eyes meet his.]

Nodd...

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[ there was a selfish part of him hoping nobody would bother with him. yuri's such a popular kid and he has done nothing to endear himself to anyone.

except, perhaps, rosie? to a degree. ]

He's dead?

[ swallowing thickly. his throat's so dry. ]

[rosebleed]

[if she could read brackets i s2g

She stills. Then nods, softly and silently.

She reaches for his hand.]

WEEK 4: Monday

[rosebleed]

[how tf is it week four

Anyway Nodd is a little less crispy but still rather burnt by love, so Rosamund is taking it upon herself to drag him to the rink for some enrichment. She is tying the skates on next to him.]

I've gotten to do this a little earlier today, it's not so hard.

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[ what do you mean what is love (baby don't hurt me) he's never felt anything in his life he's a monk he's voluntarily celibate hahahaha

nodd smells like gin but is rather coherent in his motions besides. drunken master(ish) perks. ]

If nothing else, we can break each other's falls.

[rosebleed]

[SCREAMS HOW TF IS IT FRIDAY]

Oh. Um. I'm probably the last person you want to fall on or have fall on you.

[Bro the piercing damage.

With her skates on, she pops to her feet and extends a hand to Nodd. Though she frowns at the smell. Not that she's going to call him out or chide him for drinking after everything, but still.]

If you're feeling a little queasy, just say so. All right?

week 4 ; friday

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monk

hey kid how you holding up

[rosebleed]

nyquil
I'm upright. I don't quite know what to do on these nights anymore.

What about you?

w4 ; saturday, post trial

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[ someone io? forced minor patching up upon nodd so he no longer actively bleeds. but nodd prefers to live in as much pain as possible, clearly, so he's in the same bloody twerk shirt with the same pokes and scratches.

he sits in the medbay, out of the way, reading something on his i.r.i.s. as he waits for rosamund to want to speak with him. io already got all the vital checking done. ]

[rosebleed]

[Nodd you need to put down the linkin park it's time to stop crawling in your skin.

She takes her sweet time about it. There's a lot of lying about in a med pod long after she's got any need for it. Then eventually biology sets in. She needs to eat. She needs a glass of water.

And she will pull herself out of the room and find herself face to face with Nodd.

She freezes on the spot, uncertain. Silent.]

w6; saturday

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[ nodd has showered so he can respectably find rosie again. wherever may she be? bubbletea shop, perhaps? for the bubbletea? it will be hard if not impossible for him to avoid hugging her again when he sees her ]

[rosebleed]

[bubbletea absolutely works. She has ordered a drink and nearly drops it at the sight of him again.

Running up for hug number two, hello.]

w7 ; saturday

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[ oohhh rosie, where you at, girl? tea shop? is that an appropriate place to go once the night has run most of its course? ]

[rosebleed]

[Absolutely tea shop. I've godmodded it to have minimal damage from the space alien world throwing attacks.

She's in the middle of fetching a brown sugar milk tea when she spots him. Brightly, a little tearfully:]

Nodd!

[She trots over to hug him without a second thought.]