[ 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? ]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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 ]
w1 ; sunday, post-trial
Hey, Rosie.
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w2 ; tuesday
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WEEK 3: Thursday
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Hello Nodd, it's Rosamund. Have you gotten cleaned up? Are you feeling well?
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WEEK 3: Saturday
Nodd.
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WEEK 3: Sunday
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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WEEK 4: Monday
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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week 4 ; friday
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w4 ; saturday, post trial
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. ]
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