[catchall] Margaret

[rav3n]

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Weekend 0, Saturday

[rav3n]

["Pixi you literally just started the room PC a few hours ago" MORE MARGARET TIME!!!!

This can be after the Thing. Both of them handled the NPCs pretty calmly, and Margaret's been pretty chill the whole time, so Luke feels comfortable swinging by to chat with her about it (as opposed to, say, checking up on her to make sure she isn't having a breakdown).]

How'd they read to you?

[bossbabygirl]

[yup. she's fairly calm, though not exactly relaxed.]

Hmm. Sincere. But I didn't sign that contract, and I'm sure you didn't, either.

[rav3n]

No, I didn't. Even if I hadn't been working, I definitely wouldn't have agreed to this.

[Do not IMPLANT HIM WITH NEURAL-MONITORING NANITES.]

It doesn't add up, anyway. Even setting aside the fact that I've never heard of this level of interstellar travel... aerospace jobs take lots of training. And they don't take 12-year-olds.

[SHOMA IS JUST HERE]

Week 0, Monday

[rav3n]

[Well! Margaret gets a bit of an advantage here. Whenever she swings by the room, she'll spot Luke; he's got the medkit open on a table, and he's rubbing absently at his left side. The usual sunniness is gone from his expression, and Margaret will feel a flicker of sharp pain once she's close enough.

He's quick to recover--he snaps out of his thoughts and smiles at her, dropping his hand to his hip instead.]

Any luck with the rooming situation?

[bossbabygirl]

I don't think it's likely we'll gain additional space, but I've requisitioned an additional bunk bed. In the meantime, I was hoping these would be helpful.

[have two pillows!]

x2 Hypnos' Sleep-Eez Pillows Pillows shaped like the butt of everyone's jokes, Uranus. They are plush, blue, and round. They bear the unobtrusive scent of a very soft, pleasant flower. The moment your head hits this pillow when you're ready for bed, you will have the most restorative sleep of your life, imbuing you with all the pep in your step that you need to tackle the day. Best used after a hard day of work or when suffering anxiety or fatigue! Each pillow contains three uses after which they will lose their scent and restorative properties, but not their softness.

Ouch - you already feel as though you're pretty sore.

[rav3n]

[Oh!! Luke looks surprised--a touch embarrassed, even, as he takes them.]

Thanks, Margaret. That's really thoughtful. [He grimaces, looking a little sheepish.] I guess I can't tell you to keep them for yourself, huh. [Was he going to do that. Maybe.] It's nothing serious. I've just got an old injury from the front lines, and I underestimated how much sleeping in a weird position would aggravate it. Working out this morning was probably a bad idea.

[Pixi stop playing jocks challenge (impossible)]

Week 3, Saturday

[rav3n]

[Well! Luke dragged Eunhyuk off after trial for reasons, but eventually, he and Margaret will cross paths again. Except, before they actually spot each other, a void will open up, and Margaret will get hit with a memory--

You lean back on the couch with a sigh, your body aching with mild pain. You've just been discharged from the hospital after rescuing your colleagues from a fire and a gas leak in your workplace, though you can't quite remember who they are or what you do. The news from the doctors isn't great; there's a good chance that a flare-up may kill you. But you carry on, because you must. You smile through it, because that's what you do. What you've always done.

You don't want to worry your roommates, after all. Margaret and Anise have always been so good to you, and you would protect them with everything you have. They came to visit you in the hospital after the incident, and you faked it then--you fake it now, too, promising that you're nearly fully recovered, that they don't need to fuss. But they do anyway, because they're sweet, no matter how much they tease you about your lifelong crush, about being stupid, about playing the hero. (They're right, anyway.) Margaret orders your favorite food, and the three of you talk and laugh while you wait for it to arrive, peaceful and happy.

The doorbell rings. You get up to answer the door, knowing it's the food. But as you get ready to pay for your delicious burgers, the delivery man suddenly calls you "Monsieur Luke," which is weird because Stellis doesn't have a lot of Fr*nch people, and then he grabs you and starts yelling about getting out of there and how the police aren't real, so you put this lunatic in a wristlock for everyone's safety, and then SUDDENLY A GIANT NET FALLS FROM THE SKY AND TRAPS YOU BOTH, and you're confused as fuck, and--

The memory(?) ends, and real Luke is left standing there like the man_standing emoji.]

[bossbabygirl]

[smiling gently, holding her bottle of mimosa flavored booze.]

Hey, what the fuck?

[rav3n]

[MARGARET YOUR MIMOSASHINE

He scratches the back of his neck, looking incredibly awkward.]

On Thursday, Dahut and I wound up in hell, somehow. [Okay.] We had to guide Arthur and Gregor's souls and... [...Well, there's no getting around it.] ...wake them up from their dreams. But Dahut had to wake me up from mine first.

week 4; tuesday

[bossbabygirl]

[would you like to hang out in the night market? she's pursuing a stall, but it seems like everything sold here is finger-adjacent foods.]

Oh, okay. I was wondering what was wrong with this place, it's so much nicer than the other locations.

[holding him out an uncooked hot dog.]

Hot dog?

[rav3n]

[He would LOVE to hang out in the night market!!! Finally, some good fucking--

Wait no

NOT LIKE THIS!!!]

It really was too good to be true... [PLEASE, HELLY BELLY, SOME OF US CAN'T COOK. But he takes the uncooked hot dog, gingerly sniffing it.] I feel like they're not supposed to be this color?

[He takes a bite anyway]

[bossbabygirl]

[she. stares at him.]

Oh, no. I definitely wasn't really suggesting you eat that. Spit it out, spit it out.

[uncooked mystery meat hot dog... no wonder you're fuckin' diseased.]

Week 4, Saturday

[rav3n]

[ROOMIEEEEE WHEREMST!!!

After the trial, he will come find her; he has two warm-drink cups from Epc*t in his hand.]

Margaret?

[bossbabygirl]

[she is in the botanical garden probably, since it's one of the least cursed locations here.]

Oh, what have you got for me?

[reaching for it! she's upset, but she's fine with some company.]

[rav3n]

Coffee. It's only half-caffeinated. [Since he doesn't know the specifics of her preferences; he just wanted to give her something warm and. Not moonshine. He hands it over, then sits down beside her.]

...That was rough to watch.

Week 5, Monday

[rav3n]

[RNG put us at Rat's Share!!! Luke checked the place out on his Monday rounds, but only briefly; he's happy to investigate properly now, wandering inside with her. He's wearing a thicker jacket than normal over his clothes today, trying to hide the rust all over his body, but it is not very successful.]

I feel like every week we get closer to finding the heart of the rat kingdom.

[bossbabygirl]

[beautiful...she'll pour herself a glass of rat wine. she has rust on the side of her head and blouse. it's fine.]

I like the rat bank. It's sort of beautiful that they invented capitalism inside this vore ship.

[rav3n]

[He eyeballs her rat wine like he's looking for stray whiskers in it.]

What do they even get paid in? Trash?

Week 5, Thursday

[rav3n]

[aaaAAAAAAA

He will be here waiting at the scrap yard!! Idk if the mods gave you your flavor text, but just in case not, she will be emerging from the trash naked with modesty leaves, which is why Luke is here with a blanket and like, a bunch of clothes picked out from the Night Market. They don't match at all. They are probably not her size. I'm sorry. He tried.

But first he will help her out and throw the blanket around her, because even though it is lowkey traumatic to have someone you care about die in your arms, he's also shy and awkward and there are boobs right there even if they're censored and on a lesbian/mostly-lesbian.]

Feel better?

[bossbabygirl]

[she is so unshy especially with adam and eve censor leaves. she's a little dazed, so the first thing she's focused on waking up isn't being naked. but when he hands her some clothes, she'll take them and pull something on, just whatever is loose and comfortable.

she also has these eye tattoos on her body.]

Hey, Luke. Thanks. Lots better, relatively speaking.

[rav3n]

[Grabs Alli by the neck

He hands the clothes over, and politely looks away, even though he has probably seen plenty of strip checks on TV by now. It's fine. Once she's done, he'll turn back!]

Good, I'm glad. [He also has... a bag over his arm!! He holds it out; there's a bottle of juice and some snacks from Trader Binky's in there, as well as a container of dumplings from the Night Market.] Here--just in case you're hungry. Let's go sit somewhere else?

Week 6, Monday

[rav3n]

[RNG has put us in Anna's glorious gift location, which they, for some reason, intrinsically know the name of. He is not going to think about it too hard, and instead will investigate the piano.]

Can you play, Margaret?

[bossbabygirl]

[she probably knows instruments a little, but she's from the future so it's hard to say.]

...It's an antique. I haven't seen one quite like this before.

[rav3n]

[The flowers around here are lowkey concerning given all their lore, but he trusts that the other nerds are already investigating them, so for now he won't worry about it too much. He presses a few keys on the piano, but there's no real tune to it.]

I've always liked classical music, [because Jimothelle--I mean Rosa--played violin when they were younger and he's hopeless] but I never learned to play anything myself.

Week 7, Monday

[rav3n]

[Okay well first of all... depending on where Margaret has been sleeping she might notice that Luke has not been sleeping in their room. Lord.

BUT ANYWAY--for now, they can be on the ship, because if they're planetside he's going to be insanely overprotective. I think it's funny if they're outside the spa and he's just staring at it like a dog who just realized they're at the vet]

It's so bright in here.