soul_campaign | purl four | video | january twenty-fourth

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purl four | video | january twenty-fourth

[those who know this network id well enough should know that usually its user stays exclusively to voice and text. today seems to be the first break from this pattern, however, as the feed opens to Rose standing in the morgue. those not intimately familiar with the place will have difficulty pegging it as such - the angle of the camera leaves only the very edge of the corpse fridges visible.

Rose's face is carefully neutral, although she's far too pale for comfort. she stands stiff and ramrod straight, the first indication that something is very wrong. when she speaks, her voice is tight but calm.]

We've returned from our mission. I'm afraid that we ran into more trouble than we could handle.

[without changing expression or moving her gaze from the camera she reaches out and in one swift motion pulls on a slab, bringing the body of one Yosuke Hanamura into view.

she was very careful in angling the camera so that the damage done to his arm wasn't visible - it was bad enough that she had to do this in the first place, there was no need to make this any harder on anyone than it had to be.]

I don't - [she cuts herself off, swallows hard. Rose hates tripping on her own words, hates losing her composure in public, but it's so difficult to keep a handle on everything this time. she hadn't even been back to her apartment yet, caught up instead in the whirlwind that her arrival back in the city with a dead body on her shoulders had caused.

she was very tired, and her work still wasn't done. keep it together, Lalonde. you brought this all on yourself.]

There haven't been any arrangements made. I suppose that whoever takes charge of his effects will have to plan that out as well.

He left me something to give to a friend but I'm afraid that he wasn't able to specify which, only that he had a girlfriend. [she pauses, shifts a little. for a brief moment Rose looks as lost as she feels as she murmurs, words encompassing more than just her last wish dilemma]

I don't know what to do.

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[He's already turning heel. He's so god damn outtie.] Gotta keep people on their feet.

It's an IOU they won't ever get back. They can suck puppet penis and wallow in their loss of a riot. Come on. You can complain about how much of a selfish bastard I am for monopolizing your time while we go.

[she follows, pace brisk and posture still wound tightly in on itself]

I believe that I may have to call for some legal action to break up this bloated monopoly. You're infringing on their sacred rights to congregate angrily, you know.

They can congregate angrily somewhere else. You might not know it, but I stuck a 'no soliciting' sticky note on your back. Congregating angrily is totally under soliciting, and anyone can fight me if they think otherwise.

[He stays right next to her. His usual lazy posture was more rigid, but he seemed a little less unsettled actually having Rose there next to him.] Don't I get rights that allows me to monopolize your time? There's probably something about it in the Bro Code.

Only during certain moon cycles when the weather falls below seventy degrees. I'm afraid that being unceremoniously uprooted from our initial universe forced some addendum to the original code. Didn't you receive the memorandum?

[the back and forth has no real meaning considering the state they're both in, but Rose is grateful for it none the less. it gives her something normal and harmless to focus on, a distraction from weightier matters.]

Wow, that's bullshit. This is a tyranny of the most offensive levels on my Bro Code. I won't have that shit. They'll just have to deal with me being a rebel more then usual.

[It was pretty empty. But Dave didn't want to ask her about what happened, and he didn't want to talk about how either of them were feeling at the moment.]

I suppose that means I should prepare for a SWAT team to break down the apartment door at ungodly hours of the morning in the near future. Couldn't you have staged your coup while I was away and saved me the trouble of barricading the doors and windows?

Sorry. You have promptly signed a contract where dealing with Strider's bullshit is something you'll just have to live with when being part of his inner circle. Should have read the fine print before you agreed.

Too late to back off now, 'cause we're stuck together for the long ride.

If only I hadn't been so young and naive when I got mixed up in this horrific comedy of errors. My latent cynicism could have saved me a lifetime of migraines. [she shakes her head sadly]

At the very least you could foot the bill for my prodigious Excedrin expenses.

Because I'm feeling particularly nice. I'll start footing the bill. But only because I love you. Not everyone gets that special kind of treatment.

And you know that you would be bored out of your skull if you didn't have me around.

Practically writhing in pain from the overwhelming ennui that my existence would become. I'll be absolutely certain to rent a skywriter to emblazon my undying gratitude across the skies for a week straight.

[A pause.] Speaking of pain. You aren't secretly dying from internal blood loss? No sudden diseases that are slowly rendering your organs useless. Gotta cover my bases. This eloping back to home base isn't gonna fly if you don't make it with me.

Way to make a guy swoon by the way. I'll look to the skies everyday and realize my passionate and undying love. We're talking sappy poems and rhymes. It'll be disgustingly romantic.

Poems and rhymes? You'll spoil me rotten if you're not careful about all the luxuries you're piling upon me. [she raises an eyebrow, then turns away a little to lift her chin proudly]

As to your question, unfortunately for you and the rest of the city I was given a clean bill of healthy by the medical personnel who checked me over upon my return. I sustained some superficial cuts but nothing more.

Jegus, no need to get uppity. I was trying to drop the douchebag levels a notch to make sure you're okay. We need more snarky broads psychoanalyzing everyone anyways. I'm almost starting to miss you constantly on my ass about the traumatic inner workings of my mind.

I'll throw in some beats. You'll be tripping hard on all the shit I'll pile on you.

Somehow I suspect that if I trip over said obese beats I'll injure myself and be rendered unable to provide the direly needed psychoanalysis that you cry out for.

However, since leaving you bereft of the ability to expose the seedy underbelly of your subconscious is grossly unconscionable, I'll just have to see that I keep my footing.

Damn, I'll keep it on the downlow. Wouldn't want you to be overwhelmed by my sheer swag.

There's a dirty joke in there somewhere, but I'm classier then that. [He wants to ask what happened. But he doesn't. Mostly because he doesn't want to know. Maybe that makes him a shitty friend, but he didn't exactly butt his business. Rose was usually sensible enough that if she felt the need to talk, she would.

Of course, he was terrible at telling people anything, so maybe he just didn't because he usually avoids talking himself.] You eaten yet?

Not since - [the morning they set out, the morning she'd belittled his choice of a candy bar and implied he was getting pudgy, a morning that felt a million years away.

Rose tosses her head a little to banish the thought, turning the compulsive action into a shrug aimed at Dave.]

It was some time ago, but substantial enough to carry me until next designated mealtime. So if you're going to attempt to foist some nearly expired foodstuff onto me I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere.

No, I was more thinking we can get some decent shit, because I'm starving and expired foodstuff doesn't sound appetizing at all. And pigging out by myself isn't something I consider a fun time.

So what do I have to do to convince you to break schedule for just a little bit and get on with your badself to eat with me before whatever the fuck time you consider the 'next designated mealtime.'

Emotional eating goes right to your thighs, you know. It would be a tragedy to be a willing accomplice in such a crime. I don't think that my moral conscience could stand it, no matter what desperate entreaties you threw my way.

Since when did Lalonde start worrying the state of a certain Dave Strider's beautiful physique? I mean, I know I'm gorgeous, but I thought you were immune to such charms.

So that's a no on food?

If you flatter yourself any further you'll blow away in the windstorm of your own ego, Strider. I was merely pointing out that you can't afford to be negligent with your eating habits.

Correct.

Tell you what, whenever I get in over my head, I'll tell you. You have front row seats of making fun of Strider for doing something ridiculously stupid because he was too hardheaded to take any warnings seriously. And my eating habits are fine.

So we're just heading back to the place.

Somehow I doubt you could balance a food pyramid unaided, but I'll let that foible slide in exchange for backstage passes to the I Told You So extravaganza.

I'm afraid so. No dramatic breakdown or wailing over tubs of ice cream for you to delight in. Perhaps next time you'll be a bit luckier.

Backstage passes and your own personal questionnaire. Your psychoanalyzing hobby will be in an uproar at how personal this shit will get.

Honestly, I'd probably have to find whoever caused you to breakdown and resort to consuming copious amount of frozen delights. No one realizes how scary Lalonde gets when she resorts to eating herself into a coma. A terrifying thing to behold.

My goodness, the temptation is far too great for even my ironclad will to resist.

Only when I'm in a food coma? I'd have thought you'd be more than happy to proclaim to the world that the aura of fear envelopes me incessantly.

Unfortunately, everything is current to be announced, because no one knows when Strider is gonna get his ass into some ridiculous position like that.

It's not my place. I'd be stealing someone's job if I did that. I'm the sassy friend who has to sometimes say things to keep the status quo from completely collapsing.

[Action; gosh they sound like hooligans running]

[Action; well dave she told you not to shoot the clerk]

[Action; He was asking for it and you know it!]

[Action; calling the shades dork was not 'asking for it']

[Action; dave is just a sensitive soul. gawsh]

[Action; granted. maybe it wasn't the best idea to hand him the gun...]

[Action; it was probably a bad idea to have the gun in the first place]

[Action; but it's so much faster than having dave incapacitate him via rap]

Re: [Action; except he accidentally killed the clerk instead]

[Action; some things don't go according to plan ok]

[Action; they didnt mean it. Clerk was being a meanie butt >:U]

[Action; obviously they're victims of circumstance]

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[Action;] For some reason her looking at me scared me kdjfs LOL

[Action;] you aren't the first person to tell me that, haha

[Action;] I didn't expect it