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[handleyourshit]

  

This is Rosita.  I'll hit you back when I can.

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video

[abrightboy]

Hi. I just wanted to apologize for getting you involved in my interpersonal dispute the other day. It wasn't good. I'm sorry.

Re: video

[handleyourshit]

Can you answer a straightforward question now?

text; sent to Jesus and Rosita simultaneously but separately

[cactusy]

gaius got rid of it.

[handleyourshit]

You're sure?

[hippie_ninja]

Are you busy?

[handleyourshit]

Yes. Incredibly.

This bug has crawled three feet in the last two hours and I'm on the edge of my seat to see which direction he goes next.

after the fight with Root and also after Shaw contacts Jesus

[hippie_ninja]

Where are you?

[ Voice ]

[handleyourshit]

[Someone sounds annoyed:]

My cabin.

A few days after the Golden Days flood

[sixfeetofdirt]

Hello, darling!

Sorry you got to see me at my least articulate. You were adorable as a child, by the way.

[handleyourshit]

Mm.

[She does not miss the teenage years.]

You sound like you're doing better.

[hippie_ninja]

Aaron graduated. No one's going to turn into walkers anymore back home.

[He sounds dazed]

[handleyourshit]

Yeah?

[It's going to take a minute to sink in for her, too.]

Look at you. Curing the incurable.

text; after warden/inmate announcements

[betacuck]

howdy

[handleyourshit]

Hi.

cw grief, backdated to roman and kendall's convo/before the event

[betacuck]

wakey wakey eggs and bakey
[ It's one in the morning ]
you up
in a non sexually threatening way since im a good little boy who wants the admiral to love me

[handleyourshit]

No, but I'm sleep texting you out of sheer spite for whatever the fuck that sucking up is.

[Yes, she's awake.]

backdated to the end of the event

[betacuck]

are you alive

[handleyourshit]

Don't you have a fancy compass thing to tell you?

Just before his farewell;

[betacuck]

[ Inside Rosita's cabin there will be a familiar looking bar cart just sort of parked in the door, crystal decanter and pricey glasses and extremely expensive bottles included. It's the whole damn thing. There's also a note on it written on Waystar Royco letterhead. ]

Rosita,
Cleaning up. Thought you'd appreciate the little things more than anyone else here.
Give yourself room to breathe even if you feel a little aimless. You've got this.
-Roman
(PS - sorry for breaking in via warden item, I don't trust a single motherfucker on this ship with booze just lying around)

Text

[worthallthis]

[Rather than hunt her down, since he only knows her as the teenager from the flood, B sends along a message.]

Hi Rosita. This is B. I was hoping we could have a chat :)

[Yes, he includes the little happy face. He likes the text-based emojis, so sue him.]

Text

[handleyourshit]

Why?

[She didn't recognize the name the Admiral called earlier, but she does recognize this one; all the same the timing is suspicious considering they only spoke the one time and never since. So: here they are.]

[ukan]

I'm very curious what's falling out of your mouth this flood.

[His words are manifesting thread. Purple thread, in this case.]

[handleyourshit]

Nothing anyone should be nearby for.

[Bricks, in this case. It's bricks, and she mutters a swear as two clatter to the floor nearly on her foot.]

text; after the sticks and stones flood

[themostfun]

Just so we're clear, I hold no hard feelings toward you.

Text

[handleyourshit]

oh hey

Welcome back

Audio

[sixfeetofdirt]

Hello, darling. Feel like some target practice?

Re: Audio

[handleyourshit]

Are you offering?

[But it's teasing, playful almost.]

Where?

Audio

[loveisall]

[Surprised, but pleased:] Good evening, Rosita. I - well, I apologize for being a few hours late; I just woke up and saw the announcement.

Would you like to come over? I'm experimenting with making coffee.

Re: Audio

[handleyourshit]

[Rosita, on the other hand, sounds like he's just asked her if she'd like to walk naked through an alligator infested swamp with an audience.]

Why?

audio;

[manavore]

( Gale knows how this goes. Inmates don't care much for temporary assignments, and Gale can't really blame them, but that doesn't mean he should falter on his responsibilities. So here he is, reaching out to Rosita, because it's the right thing to do. )

Good evening! I thought it pertinent to introduce myself, given our assignments for the month. I'm Gale.

Re: audio;

[handleyourshit]

[She knows how this goes by now. She's been waiting, because she has no idea who Gale is - not really - and she's sure as shit not giving this pairing system the time of day until she's forced. So it has to be him.

And when he does, she comes back, voice distinctly cool:]

Yeah? Well, you know who I am apparently, so that's that out of the way.

voice;

[ukan]

Hi.

Are you bored?

Re: voice;

[handleyourshit]

[That's not really the word for what she is, but she'll take it.]

Yes.

text

[oddswerebad]

Hi. This is Nico.

Your temporary warden.

Re: text

[handleyourshit]

And?

[hippie_ninja]

Come scouting with me.

[handleyourshit]

If my warden says it's okay.

[This is definitely just her being catty. What she means is yes.]

after Le Murders

[greatoldjohn]

[ John is obviously still At Port, tucked into an alley for a moment. ]

Hello. My name is John. I picked up your number from the network when I saw your face but we haven't been introduced. Do you have a minute to talk? There's something I need to talk to you about, please.

[ Audio ]

[handleyourshit]

[Her first thought is that among everything she misses from the old world, spam calls are not among them.

Then she takes that thought a few steps further and realizes this is just the Barge communicator, and that she recognizes him in turn. She's found her way to a quiet place to lay low, but she still doesn't flip on the camera when she replies, but her tone is anything but friendly, her voice tense.]

What do you want?

[hippie_ninja]

He comes straight to her door with a cupcake, a candle, and a gift. So he has to knock with his foot.

[handleyourshit]

Not many people visit her but there are a few; she takes a minute to answer and when she does there's a moment of frowning consternation.

"What are you doing?"

Some time after their last conversation

[loveisall]

It's been a week. Did you make your decision?

[handleyourshit]

Burn it. Or don't.

I don't care.

backdated to Jesus's birthday | private

[talesuntold]

Hey, Rosita!

Jesus mentioned that the childhood birthday party theme he would've chosen is dinosaurs, and I think it's a shame he missed the dinosaur port a couple years back.

So: Jurassic Park Enclosure party.

I'm not doing cake, since that's already been offered today; I decorated cookies instead. And I have other food made.

Not too many people, I promise. I'm only inviting you, Archer, and Godric.

voice, forward-dated to the end of the flood

[sixfeetofdirt]

[Astarion emerges from the flood in such a state of deep,
reverberating shock that he's kind of gone through it and emerged at numbness. Nothing feels real. He would quite like to pretend the previous week didn't happen.

He already knows that isn't practical.

There are people he'll need to talk to. Jacob, Arthur, John, maybe Godric and Blitzø. But at first, there's only really one person he can bring himself to contact when he's back in his own skin.]

Rosita.

Are you still...?

[A spawn? Dead? Like him? He doesn't know how to say it.]

[ voice]

[handleyourshit]

[She hadn't been sure how to act towards Astarion; if he'd be more or less inclined to speak to her right now.

There's relief, then, but also caution when she hears this; she answers promptly nonetheless, because whatever the end of that sentence was going to be, the answer is:]

Yes.

Are you alright?

common room or library?

[bythenorthsea]

[ Eric has been keeping an eye out for her since Godric advised him on where she might turn up, and after a day or two of casually checking into those places, he finally spots her. ]

Hello, again, Rosita.

Common Room

[handleyourshit]

She keeps to herself, mostly, for a lot of reasons. Some days it's because she can't imagine actually speaking with anyone else. Some days it's because she feels like if she doesn't keep moving she'll die or go mad or both.

She is always messing with something. Today she has a towel across her lap, a flathead screwdriver, a nail file, and several sizes of rock she's bent over, carefully chipping away at the edge of the flattest one.

She looks up at her name, wary, although that settles ever so slightly when she recognizes him. Her eyes are dark now, no longer glowing red, and the paleness of her skin is from perfectly normal human fatigue.

"Eric," she answers, sitting up and putting one foot on the ground although the other knee stays tucked up.

"I see you don't have a shadow today."