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lastvoyages2025-02-13 07:52 am
todayiwas) wrote in lastvoyages2025-02-13 07:52 am
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Attempt 11; La folie et l'horreur, froides et taciturnes
What do you dream of?
What do you see when you close your eyes?
Do you wish it to be real?
I spoke with your warden about you.
My warden suggested I speak with you regarding makeup. Do you have time to spare?
She knocks on his door, already trying to decide if she loves this idea or hates it. But since he had proposed it, she can't actually tell him no.
New clothes, bah!
She has perfectly good gowns!
How are you feeling, mon lutin? Up for company?
Come to the wardrobe! I have something for you.
Are you - you?
Do you feel well enough to look over these documents?
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[Justine is much more upright than she was at the beginning of the month, and so she’s back in everyone’s business. She knows that she’s not allowed in the Enclosure, but she always sends a longing look towards the Upper Deck whenever she passes.
And while Justine has been rather put together, she’s also been a little flighty lately to anyone who knows her. She’s distant but friendly, and is always going somewhere. This will only get worse as the month goes on. There might even be a little fleck of gold in her eyes if she stands still long enough for someone to see it.
She also changes her hair color on a whim. With a gold dress, she’s got striking blue hair. With a pink dress, her hair is minty green. She has a comb she keeps with her and she will change the color sometimes when she’s working in the wardrobe.
One day, she spends a full eighteen hours on the deck with her paints and a canvas, working obsessively on the same painting of green and black monsters, tormenting a group of faceless human victims with rats and fire and spikes. Once she finishes, she paints over it in a muddy brown and starts again.
“I saw it in a dream,” she will tell anyone who asks. “I have to make it.”
In her spare time, she spends time in her cabin which has been looking rather - untidy. She will invite people in and she keeps the door open, but there are papers on the floor, ink stains on the furniture, clothes in a pile, and her vanity is a mess. Her sheets are rumpled, her books are in piles, and she hasn’t been able to find her hairpin in a very long time.]
What do you see when you close your eyes?
Do you wish it to be real?
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I spoke with your warden about you.
[Private to Angel]
My warden suggested I speak with you regarding makeup. Do you have time to spare?
[Spam for Fitz]
She knocks on his door, already trying to decide if she loves this idea or hates it. But since he had proposed it, she can't actually tell him no.
New clothes, bah!
She has perfectly good gowns!
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How are you feeling, mon lutin? Up for company?
[Private for Ish]
Come to the wardrobe! I have something for you.
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Are you - you?
[Private for Tendi]
Do you feel well enough to look over these documents?
[Spam]
[Justine is much more upright than she was at the beginning of the month, and so she’s back in everyone’s business. She knows that she’s not allowed in the Enclosure, but she always sends a longing look towards the Upper Deck whenever she passes.
And while Justine has been rather put together, she’s also been a little flighty lately to anyone who knows her. She’s distant but friendly, and is always going somewhere. This will only get worse as the month goes on. There might even be a little fleck of gold in her eyes if she stands still long enough for someone to see it.
She also changes her hair color on a whim. With a gold dress, she’s got striking blue hair. With a pink dress, her hair is minty green. She has a comb she keeps with her and she will change the color sometimes when she’s working in the wardrobe.
One day, she spends a full eighteen hours on the deck with her paints and a canvas, working obsessively on the same painting of green and black monsters, tormenting a group of faceless human victims with rats and fire and spikes. Once she finishes, she paints over it in a muddy brown and starts again.
“I saw it in a dream,” she will tell anyone who asks. “I have to make it.”
In her spare time, she spends time in her cabin which has been looking rather - untidy. She will invite people in and she keeps the door open, but there are papers on the floor, ink stains on the furniture, clothes in a pile, and her vanity is a mess. Her sheets are rumpled, her books are in piles, and she hasn’t been able to find her hairpin in a very long time.]
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...I can make time. Work the breakfast shit, but m'free after that. 806. Ya lookin' ta borrow?
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(sorry for delay, have been unwell!)
(Am currently unwell, so totally get it!!!)
(<3 feel better)
(ty! You too!!!)
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It's on one of these that he catches sight of the interior to Justine's cabin; perhaps as she's exiting or about to enter, maybe after finishing a conversation with someone at the door. Regardless it gives him pause to study the young woman.
"Everything okay?" Justine was many things. But she never struck him as nothing short of put together. There's definitely signs she is far from that right now, cabin interior not withstanding.
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Her room, however, is a different story.
"I have no idea what you mean."
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It's early morning for him, which is just one sign of his dedication to his idea. He's ready for it. He browsed the wardrobe to make sure there were clothes she might like. He made a play list.
No one could be more ready.
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She is clearly not on the same page as him as far as necessity, but that hardly seems to matter.
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[He means nightmares.]
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Eric approaches from behind but she speaks before he can announce himself so it's clear she knew he was there -- or at least someone was there. His voice is soft and low.
"What did you see in your dream?" he asks, glancing at the empty brown canvas.
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She giggles.
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I don't dream. I'm not sure what I'd want to see if I did.
Why the curiosity, darling?
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I have been having such vivid dreams. They - they're so inspirational, but I cannot get them out of my head.
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Yeah...uh, mostly, I think. As much 'me' as I ever am, anyway.
[Whatever that means.]
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Sokie had not been in the best mental state, but she was trying her best. Seeing the rats. Fire...torment...it was a lot.
But it was an interesting use of colors. So she clasped her arms behind her back, staring at it in confusion and concern.
"Did you do something with your hair, beautiful? It seems to have changed quite a bit."
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She steps back, flicking a little red paint against the canvas, using her finger to trace a delicate curve around the horrible mouth of the monster.
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I don't sleep often. I much prefer walking the dreams of others.
Do your dreams trouble you?
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[She leans over against him but doesn't look up from her writing at her desk.]
I want to sleep forever, to live in my dreams.
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He comes across her on deck, standing with his hands behind his back to watch her paint, without comment. It speaks for itself, or so he would believe.]
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It's beautiful, isn't it?
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"Why cover it up?" he asks, as she starts painting over her work.
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PRIVATE AUDIO
Fer you, I could be. Where'd ya like me ta meet you?
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[It is so early, Justine. She needs at least half an hour to feel like a living human being. ...and to fix her hair.]
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