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Though her face remained passive, red creeped in across her cheeks during a lengthy silence. This most certainly had not been the first time she'd come face to face with this bespectacled boy in a hospital, but for once it had been unexpected. Rose assured herself that she would have considered the possibility fully if she'd had the additional processing power to run alongside the stressors that had brought her to this place.

Of course he would be there. Her first reaction had been her throat constricting, and that had led to the current and utterly unacceptable show of embarrassment that made her face blotchy now. Indignantly, she declared, "That eyewear doesn't look professional. I should speak to your supervisor."

Rose Lights it Up!

#triaxialtriage #LOOK I DID THE THING #im probably going to celebrate every post #title: rose lights it up!

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Rose Lights it Up!

Up until now it had been her mother's habit to conveniently and quickly forget every instance of Rose's hospitalizations just days after she returned home. This time, though, instead of disappearing to her lab or her bar or wherever was more important than 'near Rose' (and let us be honest, that was literally anywhere but at her side when she was in need), Rose's mother had finally swam up and out of her bottle long enough to put on a 'real' show of concern.

She'd cried on the phone, and then cried in public, and cried at home, spent days wearing away Rose's resolve until she had effectively been guilt tripped into agreeing to let herself be locked away in this place. If her mother was so absolutely adamant about her leaving the state and being locked away, who was Rose to deny her mother the freedom of a life without her dysfunctional daughter?

In the days leading up to her departure and what would subsequently be viewed by her as her interment, Rose cut off contact with everyone. None of them cared in the least about her, and she had never thought otherwise. She'd spare herself the disgusting game of make believe that would be them fawning and laying on thick their facetious words of well-wishing and their insincere goodbyes.

She could see them now in her mind's eye, whispering behind their hands, and she hated each and every one of them. Not that she would ever say so. They knew, and the feeling was mutual, she was sure.

As far as she was concerned now, though, none of them existed in any meaningful way. They were gone-- out of sight, out of mind. This hideous, sterile facility was where she would lay her head when she could find it in herself to sleep.

After having been searched, made to relinquished the jewelry she'd known full well she shouldn't have brought, divested of her clothing (what she'd worn was all over in zippers and that was perfectly intentional as well), and then stuffed into shapeless hospital pajamas, it was time for her mother to go.

She did not say goodbye to Ms. Lalonde, and looked pointedly just off to the side of the other woman's face when she made attempts at communication. Rose let herself be hugged, but that was where her line in the sand lay. She didn't allow any more idle touching, and once her mother was gone, that was it.

This was it. This was what her life was going to be until such a time as she could convince the staff in the facility that she needn't be here. It would happen. It had happened numerous times before. This place was a full hospital devoted to psychological care, however, so Rose imagined getting out again wouldn't be as easy as pandering to the doctors and telling the nurses just what they wanted to hear.

Though she showed no outward sign of emotion, she was absolutely furious. It was a cool fury, though, and she would let it out over time. For now, she wanted to explore the facility and perhaps see if she could get her hands on her violin.

She hadn't payed much attention to her mother when the woman was talking about it and the rules the facility had on the usage of such things (had her instrument been sent home with her mother?), so she would have to get answers for herself.

The nurse's station was as good a place as any to start. Once there, she rapped on the counter for attention.

"Excuse me."

#what do you mean this isnt smash brothers #broadfields open #unreliable narrator rose #this isnt just for staff #any patients can take it too ok yes

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Consider this blog refurbished. I'm not deleting old posts for posterity reasons, but this blog is now affiliated with a closed rp group unrelated to the previous one.

So, heads up on that if you still follow this blog.

#maybe if i get back in the habit of roleplaying regularly my creative juices will flow more readily in other avenues

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"Your state of dress," Rose repeated in confirmation, though she didn't elaborate. She looked up as Kanaya went on. "Perhaps it's that you'd been sucked so deeply into your work that I mistook you for relaxed. If you don't mind my asking, what exactly disappointed you about your design? It's very creative, I think."

She looked thoughtfully in the direction of the setting sun and stepped out onto the roof proper to set up her telescope. "I am aware, however, that I'm majoring in neither art nor fashion design, so my opinion may not be of much value."

"Granted," Rose replied simply, watching what she’d mistaken for a miniskirt from the amount of skin it’d previously revealed to her become ankle length as it was straightened out. She shifted her telescope so that it was cradled in one arm while she stooped to pick up the paper and examine the drawing on it.

"I may have been mislead by your state of dress," she said idly as her eyes moved over the page. "Are you an art major?"

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"Granted," Rose replied simply, watching what she'd mistaken for a miniskirt from the amount of skin it'd previously revealed to her become ankle length as it was straightened out. She shifted her telescope so that it was cradled in one arm while she stooped to pick up the paper and examine the drawing on it.

"I may have been mislead by your state of dress," she said idly as her eyes moved over the page. "Are you an art major?"

Kanaya had been so concentrated on drawing, she didn’t even notice when it got so dark. It wasn’t until someone startled he out of her concentration, that she found how tense she was from trying to see the paper. She began to sit up, and gasped lightly at how tense her body was.

Rolling her shoulders, and massaging at her sore neck Kanaya chuckled at the comment. “I believe that would be more a more accurate statement if I was actually relaxing,” she said as she straightened her ankle length red skirt that had somehow skirted up to her thighs while she was lying down, as well as her black Virgo shirt that had ridden up to show her belly. These clothes were the less elegant ones that she normally wore, but she wasn’t really expecting to meet up with anyone, so went more for comfort than beauty.  

Kanaya peered own at her drawing, and pursed her lips. Now that she’s looking at the drawing, she has no idea what she was trying to accomplish. The concept seemed alright, if not a bit tacky, but the cut of the skirt would be so impractical, and she has no clue what so ever WHAT she was trying to do with the waist. Not to mention the sleeves With a small “tch” she rips out the page and throws it behind her — towards the feet of the stranger — and begins gathering her things.

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The surface broke to reveal the face of a girl who would look much more smug if she hadn't lost her headband going under-- her dip-dyed hair was plastered over her face, and it made her look much less intimidating than she would have preferred. She did smile broadly in his direction as she tread water, though. "I'm sure," she called to him.

She pushed her hand back through her hair to get it out of her face, and was startled to notice the missing accessory.

"Fuck!" she chirped, and then, with a flash of her skirt and the pink pawprints on the bottoms of her black socks, she disappeared straight down into the water again.

But why would Eridan have run off to get help, when he so easily could have done it himself? That gave him a chance to be a gentlemanly hero and stuff. Only probably not as it soon became obvious to him that this person was just pulling his leg.

"Ha ha wery funny," he wheezed, the cold having done awful things to his lungs.

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Rose struck a pose briefly before letting out a sigh that was almost, almost a laugh. "Don't sound so surprised, Jade. There are a great many things that look good on me."

She should probably change, though. If you stare hard enough, that dress is kind of ... diaphanous. Rose fluffed her hair to help the water out, and sat down on Jade's bed again, one leg crossed over the other. "It would be wise to eat soon, though."

The Morning After

It took Rose a bit longer than it took Jade to shower as the painkillers kicked in. Once pain stopped throbbing in her head, beating in time with her heart, she finished up rather quickly, and returned to Jade’s dorm room in the witch costume she’d borrowed, hair damp  and curling against her forehead and cheeks.

#gardengalactic #the morning after #skaia u

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Rose had been planning on holding a personal star viewing party for quite a long time, and now that she'd gotten her hands on a telescope that she could easily carry up the stairs and onto the roof, that was exactly what she was going to do. In an orange hoodie she had an inexplicable love for, a dark blue pair of jeggings, and her only pair of flats that didn't have soles at least an inch thick, she climbed the stairs with the contraption under her arm, dead set on having some bittersweet and melancholy alone time. As she pushed past the roof entrance and got onto the roof proper, she found quickly that her private time was not to be, at least not now.

In an effort not to startle and accidentally murder the other occupant of the area, Rose let the door swing shut deliberately but not too loudly, and said "While I have no hypocritical words for you against spending time alone on the roof, I have to say that you're daring to relax so close to the edge."

It was one of those blessed days that Kanaya didn’t have school, not to mention a beautiful one at that. She decided that there was no better way to spend it than by relaxing on the roof under the sun’s mild rays. She brought her sketchbook up with her as well so that she could draw a few designs she had in mind for a project in one of her classes. 

Not much was done it it though. Kanaya was busy relaxing, sitting on the edge with her feet dangling off as she watched the clouds and thought up shapes for them like a little kid. It was nice, sadly Kanaya doesn’t get chances like this very often. She really does love the feel of sunlight on her dark skin. 

By the time that the sun’s lights are dwindling, Kanaya decides to see how much she could draw before the sun disappears over the horizon and leaves he with little to no light to work with. So she lies down on the edge in a way she knows is dangerous, but doesnt really care, and gets to work.

#coadjutantbotanist #skaia u

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Unless this person was quite a strong swimmer herself, and falling was a ploy of some sort. She had expected him to run off for help, though, not splash in behind her! Even so, she was very pleased with herself for inconveniencing him as she turned and swam further into deeper water as quickly as her limbs would take her, which wasn't very, to be honest. That ought to teach him to vaguely and unintentionally encroach upon the autonomy of Miss Rose Lalonde!

Chilly indeed. Rose had waded in far enough that she was already thigh deep in the waters before the call of an unfamiliar voice startled her. She turned to pinpoint the source of the voice and quirked an eyebrow at its owner as she continued backwards.

"I don’t make a habit of doing things I don’t want to do," she replied, with a deep purple painted smile. Her skirt floated on the surface as the water rose around her, and then abruptly, she let out a little shout and disappeared backwards under the water.

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Rose looked to Porrim as Porrim watched her. She smiled back reflexively, though it was mostly small and impartial. "My classes are in the morning then," she replied shortly. "So, I'll be free in the afternoon and evening."

She wasn’t sure that the red had gone from her face, but she couldn’t make herself outright hide from another person for very long. She spun her parasol slowly and idly as she straightened it under the pretense of looking up at the sky. The light made her eyes look crystalline while they were aimed up. “I see. In that case… my workload isn’t especially heavy on Thursdays, so I can make time for you then.”

#vindicatedvirgo #by the lake with porrim #that was short #skaia u

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Chilly indeed. Rose had waded in far enough that she was already thigh deep in the waters before the call of an unfamiliar voice startled her. She turned to pinpoint the source of the voice and quirked an eyebrow at its owner as she continued backwards.

"I don't make a habit of doing things I don't want to do," she replied, with a deep purple painted smile. Her skirt floated on the surface as the water rose around her, and then abruptly, she let out a little shout and disappeared backwards under the water.

"Uh… Miss? Are you sure you w’want to do that?" Eridan frowned from where he was standing on the path. Not that he’d never considered wading into the lake. (He had.) But he’d heard all sorts of crazy things about it, up to and including that it got cold. It would suck to see this young woman catch a cold or pneumonia because she was wading into a chilly lake.

#vviolethistorian #skaia u

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It took Rose a bit longer than it took Jade to shower as the painkillers kicked in. Once pain stopped throbbing in her head, beating in time with her heart, she finished up rather quickly, and returned to Jade's dorm room in the witch costume she'd borrowed, hair damp  and curling against her forehead and cheeks.

The Morning After

#gardengalactic #the morning after #I FINALLY DID THE THING #skaia u

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With another roommate successfully frightened off, Rose had spent the better part of her afternoon rearranging the room to better suit her tastes. She'd maneuvered the desks so that they were on opposite ends of the room, and pushed the beds together, of course. She'd long ago bought a soft bumper to wedge between them to fill the gap as well as bed clothes to cover the pair of them at the same time. The result was a room that was perhaps not as big as the one she'd slept in as a child, but it had a comfortable similarity.

The physical exertion did not tire her. On the contrary, it made her restless, so instead of curling up and taking the nice long rest she might have under different circumstances, Rose abandoned her room entirely in favor of finding a way to exert some of that energy. At length, she found herself walking along the lake, idly contemplating her decision to bring so many pairs of flatforms to school. Was it because she was insecure about her height? Did she hope the extra inches would make her seem older? If so, why did she willfully dress in "girlish" pastels, in skirts and bows?

When she realized what she was doing (self-analysis was not Rose Lalonde's game), she cut off that line of thinking entirely, and looked around a little. A swim could potentially clear her mind. There were probably rules against swimming in the lake, though. And an unknowable, unfathomable tentacled monster living at the bottom, which meant no one should ever, ever even consider going into the water.

After another quick look around, Rose took a seat and pulled her shoes off. The simple purple skirt and long sleeved black shirt she was wearing could survive a little water.

#unistuck open #also #unistuck drabble #see? cause lake #i need to stop talking about the lake #skaia u

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She wasn't sure that the red had gone from her face, but she couldn't make herself outright hide from another person for very long. She spun her parasol slowly and idly as she straightened it under the pretense of looking up at the sky. The light made her eyes look crystalline while they were aimed up. "I see. In that case... my workload isn't especially heavy on Thursdays, so I can make time for you then."

Was that a flush? A cute little brush of it across her dark cheekbones and she felt the heat rise in her own face as she kept her eye on the blonde, watching her become more uncomfortable before she realized that she could help allay some of her discomfort by easing out of predator mode. The young woman let out a soft sound, a quiet thing as she leaned back and fiddled with her camera, looking out over the lake, anything to keep her complete attention away from the girl beside her.

"A particular date or time? Mm.. No. I’d much rather we try to work this around your schedule. As a freshman, I’m sure you have quite a lot going on. I’m only a graduate student, most of my day is spent mucking around with a canvas or at the shop." Her shoulders lifted in an elegant shrug, slipping one hand into her bag to pull out her phone and flick through her calendar. 

#by the lake with porrim #vindicatedvirgo #skaia u

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"Consider me at home," Rose said with a nod, and once Jade was gone, she pawed around Jade's desk in search of painkillers. She found them soon enough, and decided that she felt gross as she took two and chased them with a copious amount of water. Would it be odd to follow Jade into the showers?

No... of course not. That would only be weird if she made it weird, and surely Jade wouldn't mind if she borrowed something from the closet. Feeling slightly less in pain, and resolute besides, Rose got out of her clothes and opened the closet only to be greeted with -- oh, right. How could she have forgotten the miniature armory hidden in there? She slowly shut the door and tugged the witch dress off of Jade's bed, pulling it on and heading down the hall slowly.

The Morning After

#gardengalactic #the morning after #i finally replied ................................ #skaia u

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For a millisecond, Rose looked almost startled, but she quickly reined in her expression. She hadn't actually meant what she'd suggested. It was a joke that she thought would be taken as such. The warm reaction to it was... kind of flattering, though. Rose felt her ears burning. She lowered her parasol some in order to cover her face while she tried to stop that from being a thing that was happening.

"How considerate of you," she replied. It was a non-answer, and would stay that way. She needed time to think about how she might feel posing that way for someone who inexplicably affected her the way Porrim did. "Is there a particular date or time you would like to have me sit for you?"

Porrim couldn’t help it. She felt her smile turn into a grin, tilted suggestively at the edges, as she shrugged in the most elegant way she could manage as she partially closed her eyes and her voice dropped into a gentle, soft purr. “Mmm.. If you feel that would make you comfortable.” Like one of her French Girls indeed. Of course, the redhead immediately regretted dropping into predator mode as she leaned back on the bench while she tried to pull her face back into a slightly more.. appropriate expression.

"I mean that honestly. If posing nude would make you uncomfortable, I would never suggest it."

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"Like one of your French girls?" the words were cheeky, but the smile Rose gave was carefully bland and innocent. She was both flattered and excited that someone would want to make art featuring her, but expressing that to a relative stranger (even one as interesting as Ms. Maryam) would make her feel ridiculous. This brand of ridiculousness is far more preferable, though she probably wouldn't have said it if she'd known what was on Porrim's mind.

It wasn’t long before the sun had moved just enough to turn the mood of her pictures beyond what she had glimpsed in the pretty blond. She hummed and settled back on the bench, checking the film in her camera and nodding to herself as she did a bit of quick and quiet math. The woman turned back to her companion and offered a smile, a soft, slow tilt of her lips instead of her previous grin.

"If wouldn’t mind… I’d love to draw you some time." Was that going to be too much? Too forward? No, she convinced herself, as long as she kept from winking while she said it and didn’t let her lips turn into a smirk, didn’t let them drift from the soft smile that insinuated nothing.

Though, her eyes did take in the whole of Rose, as they usually did without her thinking, and she contemplated, for the briefest whole of a second, the possibilities the blonde presented.

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