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If you're getting this message, chances are I don't give two shits about getting back to you.
VOICE | TEXT | VIDEO | ACTION
[She sounds urgent, and, considering the infrequency with which she calls Rose at all, it just might be.]
Rose, it's Jasmine. I need to speak with you. Did something happen this weekend?
Rose, it's Jasmine. I need to speak with you. Did something happen this weekend?
[When she sees Jasmine's name, she really does have half a mind to just not call back, but that all goes out the window the moment she actually listens to the message. She calls back immediately.]
Hey, it's me. Something did happen, yeah. [Is there any non-weird way to say "did you realize horses used to be a thing too"? Probably not, so here goes.] I... remembered a ton of shit suddenly. Like horses.
Hey, it's me. Something did happen, yeah. [Is there any non-weird way to say "did you realize horses used to be a thing too"? Probably not, so here goes.] I... remembered a ton of shit suddenly. Like horses.
[Sometime at around 2 in the afternoon, Rose will get this lovely gem.]
tried but i'm pretty sure it wouldn't fit even if we cut it in half
tried but i'm pretty sure it wouldn't fit even if we cut it in half
Thanks for everything you've done. I love you.
Hm. It seems the application's still sending messages to the wrong recipient.
Are you too old for trick or treating? I don't even know if this game is the kind of thing you'd care about.
[She gets the Facetime call pretty early in the day, though the picture is moving more than normal.]
Rosie-- [Dead silence for a second as Jasmine pauses, totally still, like she wishes she hadn't said it but there's no taking it back over voice.]
What color are my eyes?
Rosie-- [Dead silence for a second as Jasmine pauses, totally still, like she wishes she hadn't said it but there's no taking it back over voice.]
What color are my eyes?
[Getting a Facetime call from anyone would be enough to weird her out, but seeing it's from Jasmine is enough to set her on edge. She's already worried, and her gut only twists more when she hears "Rosie." This can't be good.
And it isn't.]
... This isn't part of some Halloween costume, is it?
And it isn't.]
... This isn't part of some Halloween costume, is it?
[Well, calling his sisters has been a pain because of this nonsense. Yesterday he got Kiryu instead of his sister and well, that lead to some embarrassment because he was just excited he got through to someone-- that someone he thought was his sister.
Fool him once shame on you, fool him twice, well... he's going to take some pre-caution this time.]
Hey, it's Isaac. How've you been holding up?
[Well, if he gets a random person this time at least it won't be as embarrassing... still, he doesn't know he has Rose so it's still probably embarrassing sounding like he genuinely cares. He does care about Rose, but being sincere like that with her is... something he knows not to do.]
Fool him once shame on you, fool him twice, well... he's going to take some pre-caution this time.]
Hey, it's Isaac. How've you been holding up?
[Well, if he gets a random person this time at least it won't be as embarrassing... still, he doesn't know he has Rose so it's still probably embarrassing sounding like he genuinely cares. He does care about Rose, but being sincere like that with her is... something he knows not to do.]
[Yeah she is ???? a little fucking baffled at hearing Isaac like this. It's already one thing to get an actual call from him when most of their communication is through things like "dtf?" texts, so.
Uh.]
I've never been more turned off in my life, oh my god. [DOES SHE REALLY HAVE TO PUT IT LIKE THAT?? Yes, yes she does.] But thanks for asking, I guess.
Uh.]
I've never been more turned off in my life, oh my god. [DOES SHE REALLY HAVE TO PUT IT LIKE THAT?? Yes, yes she does.] But thanks for asking, I guess.
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sharplydressed
2017-12-04 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
so
scale of 1 to 10
how does this rank compared to losing blue, green, horses or normal fruit
scale of 1 to 10
how does this rank compared to losing blue, green, horses or normal fruit
[ SURPRISE, ROSE. YOUR SISTERS ARE COMING TO VISIT YOU.
It's that time of the year when carolers come out in droves to spread cheer via song. Clover and Jasmine aren't exactly what you call carolers, but at least this family is full of decent singers?
It's one of their chores for charity, and Clover figures that even if Rose yells at them, she won't really mind underneath it all. It's a little nostalgic in some ways. ]
Come on, Jasmine. Don't be so reluctant. It'll be fine.
[ Probably. ]
It's that time of the year when carolers come out in droves to spread cheer via song. Clover and Jasmine aren't exactly what you call carolers, but at least this family is full of decent singers?
It's one of their chores for charity, and Clover figures that even if Rose yells at them, she won't really mind underneath it all. It's a little nostalgic in some ways. ]
Come on, Jasmine. Don't be so reluctant. It'll be fine.
[ Probably. ]
Edited (3am means all the brackets look the same) 2017-12-16 09:09 (UTC)
I doubt she'll feel like I'm brightening her doorstep.
[She's careful to say "I" instead of "we." Rose will probably be more than happy to see their littler sister, who has always snapped between the two of them for attention like a taut rubber band.
She'd dressed warmly in true caroler style, but it's warmer than she expected, so Jasmine unwinds the scarf from around her neck and leaves it dangling over her shoulders.]
Besides, have you seen Rose lately? If not, there's something you really should know...
[She's careful to say "I" instead of "we." Rose will probably be more than happy to see their littler sister, who has always snapped between the two of them for attention like a taut rubber band.
She'd dressed warmly in true caroler style, but it's warmer than she expected, so Jasmine unwinds the scarf from around her neck and leaves it dangling over her shoulders.]
Besides, have you seen Rose lately? If not, there's something you really should know...
[GOD MAJIMA WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE NICE TO HER ALL THE TIME!! She definitely doesn't hate it even if it's still Wild to her that people outside her family would even care enough to think about her during the holidays when she's basically fucked off from socializing in any way. Crazy tbh.
She also definitely knows that this isn't for work smh.
Regardless, a day or two before New Year's eve he'll get a package that has a fairly high quality bottle of champagne inside. Who cares if he has enough money to get his own, it's the thought that counts, right!! Along with it is a note that simply says "Enjoy." with no name attached, but that's definitely Rose's handwriting.]
She also definitely knows that this isn't for work smh.
Regardless, a day or two before New Year's eve he'll get a package that has a fairly high quality bottle of champagne inside. Who cares if he has enough money to get his own, it's the thought that counts, right!! Along with it is a note that simply says "Enjoy." with no name attached, but that's definitely Rose's handwriting.]
[Ragna isn't really the type to give presents to people, but there's something about the (post-)Christmas (sales) that managed to make him change his mind, apparently. Alternatively (and far more likely), he's remembered that Rose might have had birthday sometime in the past ten years or so. Whichever it really was, the result will be arriving at Rose's place in the form of a small package shortly after all holidays that could be gift-giving occasions have already passed. Oh well. Better late than never, right?
Inside, she'll find this lovely gift and a card that reads as follows:]
Happy Christmas and Merry New Year and all that crap.
Here's to another year of this bullshit.
- Ragna
[He's one step from becoming a poet, clearly.]
Inside, she'll find this lovely gift and a card that reads as follows:]
Happy Christmas and Merry New Year and all that crap.
Here's to another year of this bullshit.
- Ragna
[He's one step from becoming a poet, clearly.]
[She is, frankly, a little embarrassed at how much a snow globe that says FUCK manages to touch her. To say that it's been a bad year for her is nothing less than an understatement, which to be fair she knows could apply to everyone on the network, but she's also pretty sure no one else lost an eye to a plant. (She thinks she has a little room for self-pity, okay!!) Unsurprisingly, she hasn't kept touch with much of anyone lately because of it.
Which is why it surprises her to see this, never mind how late it technically is. She didn't expect anything from anyone aside from maybe her family, yet here this is. Especially given how she's been pretty MIA, the idea of anyone thinking about her outside of family and maaaaaybe work is almost bizarre.
Besides the mushiness of her feelings that she'd vehemently deny anyways though, it's a good gift. Ragna definitely knows her.
So a few days later, he'll find a card in his mailbox that has a giftcard to a pretty pricey restaurant and the following message:]
It's way too late for holiday greetings now, so for when you get tired of home cooking.
Or something. Still gonna cash in on that meal at some point though by the way.
And thanks.
- Rose
Which is why it surprises her to see this, never mind how late it technically is. She didn't expect anything from anyone aside from maybe her family, yet here this is. Especially given how she's been pretty MIA, the idea of anyone thinking about her outside of family and maaaaaybe work is almost bizarre.
Besides the mushiness of her feelings that she'd vehemently deny anyways though, it's a good gift. Ragna definitely knows her.
So a few days later, he'll find a card in his mailbox that has a giftcard to a pretty pricey restaurant and the following message:]
It's way too late for holiday greetings now, so for when you get tired of home cooking.
Or something. Still gonna cash in on that meal at some point though by the way.
And thanks.
- Rose
[ Matt didn't plan to go back to this cafe after that cashier acted suspiciously, ready to lie about prices and change to the blind man, and according to Rose someone with a terrible attitude all around. Apparently Matt was in need of a caffeine fix asap and this was the closest place where the coffee didn't taste terrible to his super senses. He was hoping when he walked in and got in line that the problem employee had the day off or was on permanent leave but sadly a familiar voice was at the register. He braces himself for the worst and waits.
When it's his turn to order he makes sure to take note of how much money he hands over. He keeps all the bills in his wallet folded differently according to value. He's out of fives and hands the cashier a ten. Shortly after he's handed change, too little change. ]
I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I gave you a ten, not a five. I need five more dollars back.
[ The cashier insists it was five dollar bill. Matt takes a breath. This is going to be a pain. ]
When it's his turn to order he makes sure to take note of how much money he hands over. He keeps all the bills in his wallet folded differently according to value. He's out of fives and hands the cashier a ten. Shortly after he's handed change, too little change. ]
I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I gave you a ten, not a five. I need five more dollars back.
[ The cashier insists it was five dollar bill. Matt takes a breath. This is going to be a pain. ]
[She's in line a few people down from Matt, but she doesn't really think about saying hi or anything. Even if they're on friendly enough terms and he wouldn't see the new flower growing out of her eye, she just hasn't been in the mindset to keep in touch with anyone lately. For months now, actually. Kinda hard to catch up with someone when all you have to talk about is losing an eye to a plant.
She does see who's cashiering today though, and after her last chat with Matt, she tries to keep as much of an eye on the cashier's hands as she can. Unsurprisingly, they try to shortchange him and pretend nothing's wrong. Also unsurprisingly, the people in front of her seem uncomfortable with the confrontation, more interested in getting their own coffee as fast as possible.
Well, it's not like she's ever been one to shy away from confrontation herself, and it's not like she's actually in a rush to make her order. Rose steps out of line and walks up to the register.]
Hey, jackass. Stop wasting everyone's time here and give the guy the right change, or do I need to ask the manager to take a look at the cameras?
She does see who's cashiering today though, and after her last chat with Matt, she tries to keep as much of an eye on the cashier's hands as she can. Unsurprisingly, they try to shortchange him and pretend nothing's wrong. Also unsurprisingly, the people in front of her seem uncomfortable with the confrontation, more interested in getting their own coffee as fast as possible.
Well, it's not like she's ever been one to shy away from confrontation herself, and it's not like she's actually in a rush to make her order. Rose steps out of line and walks up to the register.]
Hey, jackass. Stop wasting everyone's time here and give the guy the right change, or do I need to ask the manager to take a look at the cameras?
[ after this ]
Rose. I want to tell you I admire how fearless you can be for what and whom you care about, and I admire how free you can be.
Rose. I want to tell you I admire how fearless you can be for what and whom you care about, and I admire how free you can be.
[Here's what she writes:
I'm starting to hate you so much I can hardly stand it. I don't even want to. I've never hated you. I now that, now that I've felt it. But now I know who you are, and you know. I look at you and I see her.
Traitor. Still, I say something like that and it makes me feel sick. I would rather not believe it. And what is a copy of the original since it's never truly the same? Sometimes I think we should truly pity ourselves. What if we had only been strangers instead? "Sisters"... I always thought something must have brought us together, or that maybe we were meant to find each other.
I don't want to feel this way. I don't want to overlook the truth, either. I must admit, I don't know what to do. I don't even know if I can be afraid.
Fake memories, implanted memories, whatever they are. In the end, I just wonder: Do you still believe in them?
This handwritten letter doesn't get sent. It goes in her bedside table with the "present" she received from Retrospec for Christmas, a similar letter to sisters she probably knows.
So here's what she texts:]
Have you gone back to work? Your boss was worried about you.
I'm starting to hate you so much I can hardly stand it. I don't even want to. I've never hated you. I now that, now that I've felt it. But now I know who you are, and you know. I look at you and I see her.
Traitor. Still, I say something like that and it makes me feel sick. I would rather not believe it. And what is a copy of the original since it's never truly the same? Sometimes I think we should truly pity ourselves. What if we had only been strangers instead? "Sisters"... I always thought something must have brought us together, or that maybe we were meant to find each other.
I don't want to feel this way. I don't want to overlook the truth, either. I must admit, I don't know what to do. I don't even know if I can be afraid.
Fake memories, implanted memories, whatever they are. In the end, I just wonder: Do you still believe in them?
This handwritten letter doesn't get sent. It goes in her bedside table with the "present" she received from Retrospec for Christmas, a similar letter to sisters she probably knows.
So here's what she texts:]
Have you gone back to work? Your boss was worried about you.
[It's too easy to feel like a monster these days. Losing her eye to a flower was like icing on the cake, but that's not the only thing. The way she remembers killing people, slaughtering people like it was nothing. How her closest friend seemed to be a dragon of all things. The fact that for all the people she's murdered without a thought, it's apparently her sisters she wants to kill the most.
She's not entirely sure of that last one yet though. She's remembered fighting one of them, and she's not even on the network, but. From what she's remembered of the person she used to be? She doesn't have much hope.
So Jasmine's text, as nagging as it sounds, is almost a relief. At least that's the same as always. Normal as always, or as close to normal as any of them can ask for.]
i know
i haven't gone back yet
soon though
She's not entirely sure of that last one yet though. She's remembered fighting one of them, and she's not even on the network, but. From what she's remembered of the person she used to be? She doesn't have much hope.
So Jasmine's text, as nagging as it sounds, is almost a relief. At least that's the same as always. Normal as always, or as close to normal as any of them can ask for.]
i know
i haven't gone back yet
soon though
sometimes after majima is gone but BEFORE the sister meeting;
selfloving
2018-04-29 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey.
[No pretenses this time, which is unusual for her. But too much preamble might make her back off on offering her comfort.]
What happened at the club?
[No pretenses this time, which is unusual for her. But too much preamble might make her back off on offering her comfort.]
What happened at the club?
Guess which botch is drunk and gonna turn int oa robot and just noticed her boss isn't ducked up anymore
How the Fuck are you holding up
Be honest or don't I'm drunk not a cop
How the Fuck are you holding up
Be honest or don't I'm drunk not a cop
[This month, there's no old relationship that keeps her attached to Rose. The filter that would have been there before is gone, save the spark of hesitation that shakes her when she opens the message, remembering the code that scrolled when A2 attacked.
But she hates Zero. She hates her, hates her. Hates her so much that all she wants to do is lash out, at someone she hardly knows, about someone she hardly knows.]
I suppose this is what you wanted.
But she hates Zero. She hates her, hates her. Hates her so much that all she wants to do is lash out, at someone she hardly knows, about someone she hardly knows.]
I suppose this is what you wanted.
[She doesn't know what to think when she sees a text from Jasmine, the Jasmine who doesn't know her and has nothing to do with her, but it's safe to say that whatever she expected—it wasn't this.
The sheer, blinding rage that overcomes her leaves her shaking. She wants to throw her phone against the wall. She wants to call Jasmine just to scream at her. That she doesn't do either is nothing less than a miracle.]
oh fuck off
what the hell do you think you know about me
The sheer, blinding rage that overcomes her leaves her shaking. She wants to throw her phone against the wall. She wants to call Jasmine just to scream at her. That she doesn't do either is nothing less than a miracle.]
oh fuck off
what the hell do you think you know about me
[Jasmine started her month feeling a bit she just got over a bad case of mono. The past couple of months seem weird in her mind, slightly off as if buried behind some kind of a fever, like she just wasn't acting right but can't understand why.
Even then, there are things that she remembers starkly. They're things she wishes were just as much part of the unclear haze.
She needs to see Clover as soon as she can. but there's someone else who'll want to go as well...someone who probably doesn't want to see her at all. Jasmine can only think of that, scornfully, even as autopilot brings her to Rose's apartment without hesitation.
She can't even meet Rose's gaze when she gets there, red eyes focused at her feet like a sulking child ashamed of what they've done wrong. Which is off, for Jasmine: Even as a child, knowing full well she was in trouble, she'd look up defiantly.]
Even then, there are things that she remembers starkly. They're things she wishes were just as much part of the unclear haze.
She needs to see Clover as soon as she can. but there's someone else who'll want to go as well...someone who probably doesn't want to see her at all. Jasmine can only think of that, scornfully, even as autopilot brings her to Rose's apartment without hesitation.
She can't even meet Rose's gaze when she gets there, red eyes focused at her feet like a sulking child ashamed of what they've done wrong. Which is off, for Jasmine: Even as a child, knowing full well she was in trouble, she'd look up defiantly.]
[Rose never really knows what to expect when Jasmine comes to visit, but she feels that confusing surprise now more than ever. She opens the door warily, on guard yet ready to perhaps find out that she just imagined Jasmine—but there she is, looking more remorseful than... Ever, really. Than she's ever seen her.
It should probably be enough to convince her that this is the Jasmine she knows. The fact that she's even here outside her door and not sending another hostile text should probably be enough. But Rose doesn't know for sure, does she? Maybe that girl, that stranger, suddenly just had an epiphany and realized an apology was in order.
Fat chance of that, she thinks. Still, she doesn't dare to be hopeful. Selfishly, she wants her little sister back no matter how much better that stranger's life might have been, but she's not used to getting what she wants either. It's easier to be rejected than disappointed yet again.]
What— [What the hell do you want? She cuts herself off, tries again. Even that single word had more anger than she wanted, no matter how the hurt still lingers from that last conversation.] What are you doing here?
It should probably be enough to convince her that this is the Jasmine she knows. The fact that she's even here outside her door and not sending another hostile text should probably be enough. But Rose doesn't know for sure, does she? Maybe that girl, that stranger, suddenly just had an epiphany and realized an apology was in order.
Fat chance of that, she thinks. Still, she doesn't dare to be hopeful. Selfishly, she wants her little sister back no matter how much better that stranger's life might have been, but she's not used to getting what she wants either. It's easier to be rejected than disappointed yet again.]
What— [What the hell do you want? She cuts herself off, tries again. Even that single word had more anger than she wanted, no matter how the hurt still lingers from that last conversation.] What are you doing here?
[ maybe in the literal sense, but not necessarily meaning that he wants to or even realizes this could be creepy if and when rose wakes up— which could be at any time now, he’s heard the nurses talking about her when she’s awake. in other words: she’s a toughie.
in a quiet, single bed recovery room, rose can wake up to the occasional beeps of machinery or the shift in her iv fluids being removed, only leaving the catheter in. a familiar face does it with care, too focused to see her eyes move and too dead set on doing this as stealthily as possible. he didn’t want to wake her.
but even when he’s done, he sits by her bedside and rests his arms on his legs. contemplating october’s many events and having the growing desire to speak with rose directly. as himself for once, even. he wonders what happened to her, but then again—
this whole month has been a disaster, him included in the cause. when rose wakes, or decides to open her eyes to speak with her, eren is there: in scrubs, a name tag, writing down some vitals on a clipboard and wearing a ridiculous decoration for halloween that his mother chimed him into wearing: wolf ears. it’s supposed to bring festive spirits to patients. at least, his manbun is still safe from clover’s wrath, and lina or violet aren’t the ones seeing him use it.
like, at least he’s not wearing the whole thing. just the ears. and the big halloween pin. they didn’t let him wear his gipsy danger helmet. ]
in a quiet, single bed recovery room, rose can wake up to the occasional beeps of machinery or the shift in her iv fluids being removed, only leaving the catheter in. a familiar face does it with care, too focused to see her eyes move and too dead set on doing this as stealthily as possible. he didn’t want to wake her.
but even when he’s done, he sits by her bedside and rests his arms on his legs. contemplating october’s many events and having the growing desire to speak with rose directly. as himself for once, even. he wonders what happened to her, but then again—
this whole month has been a disaster, him included in the cause. when rose wakes, or decides to open her eyes to speak with her, eren is there: in scrubs, a name tag, writing down some vitals on a clipboard and wearing a ridiculous decoration for halloween that his mother chimed him into wearing: wolf ears. it’s supposed to bring festive spirits to patients. at least, his manbun is still safe from clover’s wrath, and lina or violet aren’t the ones seeing him use it.
like, at least he’s not wearing the whole thing. just the ears. and the big halloween pin. they didn’t let him wear his gipsy danger helmet. ]
[Rose has spent as much time as she possibly can asleep, even after spending so much time in a coma. Not that she even really knows how much time that was. The nurses told her, or maybe it was a doctor, but she hardly even listened. More time awake means having more time to think about what happened, to think about what she's seen, to think about what she is.
And frankly, she doesn't want any of that.
But try as she might, she can't force herself to keep sleeping. Rose cracks her eye open to see who's here, and she blinks when she sees Eren. He worked here, didn't he? She's probably heard something like that before, so she closes her eye again and hopes he's only here for his job. She'd rather just be alone. She's starting to think she'd rather be dead. Neither of those seem possible at the moment, and when she realizes Eren's settled in to stay, she sighs.]
So you're the furry, huh? [AND OF COURSE THAT'S WHAT SHE FOCUSES ON FIRST..........]
And frankly, she doesn't want any of that.
But try as she might, she can't force herself to keep sleeping. Rose cracks her eye open to see who's here, and she blinks when she sees Eren. He worked here, didn't he? She's probably heard something like that before, so she closes her eye again and hopes he's only here for his job. She'd rather just be alone. She's starting to think she'd rather be dead. Neither of those seem possible at the moment, and when she realizes Eren's settled in to stay, she sighs.]
So you're the furry, huh? [AND OF COURSE THAT'S WHAT SHE FOCUSES ON FIRST..........]
[getting her ass here was the hard part, but she's too close to Rose to let something like a horrible scarecrow- and monster-filled city stop her. even if it definitely feels like the middle of the night right now, and it probably is, Anna's wired. (not yet she's not.) she's wide the fuck awake and she somehow managed to get here without shedding any blood and she's... here. in Rose's hospital room. looking at her in a way that she hoped she'd never have to.]
Hey. [great start.] I miss all the fun when I'm running for my life.
Hey. [great start.] I miss all the fun when I'm running for my life.
[It's probably good that Anna's managed to drag herself here because the longer Rose is alone with just her own thoughts, the more she feels like she's really gonna lose it. She would've bolted from the hospital already if not for the painkillers keeping her sedated enough to sleep easy. Not that she can even afford staying in a hospital, but right now, she'll do just about anything to get out of her own head.
Although she can't really say that seeing Anna all beat up is a better alternative.]
Sounds like you had enough fun on your own. You look like shit. [Says the girl laid up in a hospital bed, but she vaguely remembers what she looked like when she..... sprouted out of the flower.............]
Although she can't really say that seeing Anna all beat up is a better alternative.]
Sounds like you had enough fun on your own. You look like shit. [Says the girl laid up in a hospital bed, but she vaguely remembers what she looked like when she..... sprouted out of the flower.............]
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