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progresscity2018-05-07 11:24 pm
faciliheir) wrote in progresscity2018-05-07 11:24 pm
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tarot cards may show the way
Who: Freddie, her anxiety, and YOU
What: runaway corpse bride
Where: outside vista way/joffrey's
When: night/day after election
A. Vista Way
[it’s late at night-- or early in the morning, depending on how you see it. the window to the apartment Freddie shares with Ariel and Basil opens, and… a rope made from bedsheets is tossed from the window, and a figure starts to descend.
it’s been quite a while since she’s done this, which is why she underestimates the amount of length needed to safely reach the ground, and how to position it properly so her weight doesn’t snap the rope. which it does, while she is still quite a ways away from the ground, which she hits with an undignified thump.
at least it wasn’t too high of a fall, so all Freddie has is a bruised hip and a bruised dignity.]
B. Joffrey's Coffee Shop
[Freddie is sitting at a table in the coffee shop, sitting crossed legged on a chair as she shuffles the deck of cards she’s holding. a small purple gem sits on the other end of the table, and an iced latte with a visible layer of sugar on the bottom sits at her side. slowly and with great purpose, she places three cards in front of her.
ace of swords, reversed. four of pentacles, upright. two of swords.
she grimaces and shuffles again, placing another three cards.
nine of swords. the world, reversed. two of swords.
shuffling, harder. three more cards.
temperance, reversed. the hanged man. two of swords.
she makes a loud, frustrated noise and grabs the two of swords, violently tearing it up into a pile of confetti. struggling to control herself, she shuffles the deck again and again before taking another card…
two of swords.
she throws the entire deck in front of her and puts her head into her hands. She glares… at the gem.] I don’t need this right now! [she wanted answers. but she doesn’t like what she’s been given.]
What: runaway corpse bride
Where: outside vista way/joffrey's
When: night/day after election
A. Vista Way
[it’s late at night-- or early in the morning, depending on how you see it. the window to the apartment Freddie shares with Ariel and Basil opens, and… a rope made from bedsheets is tossed from the window, and a figure starts to descend.
it’s been quite a while since she’s done this, which is why she underestimates the amount of length needed to safely reach the ground, and how to position it properly so her weight doesn’t snap the rope. which it does, while she is still quite a ways away from the ground, which she hits with an undignified thump.
at least it wasn’t too high of a fall, so all Freddie has is a bruised hip and a bruised dignity.]
B. Joffrey's Coffee Shop
[Freddie is sitting at a table in the coffee shop, sitting crossed legged on a chair as she shuffles the deck of cards she’s holding. a small purple gem sits on the other end of the table, and an iced latte with a visible layer of sugar on the bottom sits at her side. slowly and with great purpose, she places three cards in front of her.
ace of swords, reversed. four of pentacles, upright. two of swords.
she grimaces and shuffles again, placing another three cards.
nine of swords. the world, reversed. two of swords.
shuffling, harder. three more cards.
temperance, reversed. the hanged man. two of swords.
she makes a loud, frustrated noise and grabs the two of swords, violently tearing it up into a pile of confetti. struggling to control herself, she shuffles the deck again and again before taking another card…
two of swords.
she throws the entire deck in front of her and puts her head into her hands. She glares… at the gem.] I don’t need this right now! [she wanted answers. but she doesn’t like what she’s been given.]
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tbh an apology would just worry him moreHe examines the cards briefly, before sitting down beside them. ] Next time do use the door, we have one for a reason.Simply not many places to go, this time of night.
[ ........Now what? What's the next move. It's his turn. It'd be really great if he knew what the rules of play were. ]
I... don't suppose there's anything that needs. Doing? Attending to? Some manner of task involved. That I could take care of. [ Talking is also on the table, that counts as a task. Even if the talking needs to be about feelings or... some other. thing involving people skills. despite his being the one with the worse ability to people. ]
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where does she even start.]
You don't know that Belle is part of the reason I was born on the Isle. [sigh] I call you guys my family, but there's just... an endless list of stuff I've never told you. Important things, things I'm just not... You shouldn't keep stuff like that from your family. [hell, dad probably told her too much.]
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Addressing... things, it. That type of--the important things...
[ He pauses momentarily, does his best to block out his own problems for a bit. Forces himself to focus on just saying the words, and not on what those words are saying. ]
It is difficult, and the more important telling someone is, the more difficult it gets. And the closer one is to... that only makes it worse. I don't know how to fix that, to make it easier. Only thing to do sometimes is just start.
[ And on that note he abruptly flops flat on his back. ] I'm afraid I haven't much in the way of advice, there. ...I wouldn't say I'm ever truly occupied these days--whenever you're willing to tell me what you need to say, I'll be available, I assure you. But I am right here.
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sighs] She deserves better than me. How am I ever gonna measure up to the prince her life should've had? The one she was gonna get before Hades went and messed reality up? I couldn't even be good enough for a pirate's daughter, let alone a princess.
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...People are going to want what they want, you know? There's obligations, and social standing, and... [ (waves a hand to indicate a "so on"; relationships are complicated--where and when he's from, at any rate--he gets that) ] ...but people do get rather set on specific things. And people. And Miss Ariel's set on you.
[ Hm. Welp, that sure doesn't sound terribly helpful, now that he's gone and said it. ]
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[which is. kinda still how she defines friendship, honestly.]
Ariel gets set on everything. Forks. Having legs. It's only a matter of time before she tosses me aside for somebody better.
[like celia right disney right disney]
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Miss Ariel's given up on the forks? [ She hasn't been hoarding each and every single one in her room lately, true, but... ] What's she taken to in their place?
The election set this in motion somehow--you mentioned Miss Belle earlier. How is she involved in this?
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Okay, so: In my world, she ended up marrying the Beast-- you remember him, big furry guy, decided to be an idiot with Charming? For a wedding gift, they basically conquer the world, unite all the good types under one flag. And all the bad types... See, most of our folks died after their evil plans failed. Villains don't exactly make it to the final curtain call. [unless you're in weirdo foreign lands, like Arendelle] Fairy Godmother brought them back from wherever we go when we die, and put them on an Isle. No magic. No resources. No escape. Just. Us.
So, you can see why me and mine would be a little concerned if she had more political power than a dogcatcher. I don't care if she's from another reality; there's nothing I've seen so far that would say any Belle or Beast wouldn't do what mine did.
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LETS FOCUS ON THAT ISLE THING. ]
Mmm. That's... [ not a colony. not a prison. not much of a death sentence, and he's got some lovely images to compare it to (thanks Randy) ] ...I take it none of these people considered hell to be... [ real? enough?? ...Oh god he can even see how the "good types" might have thought they were helping. ]
I don't think she'd have quite the same access to godlike powers here, but--I see the problem.
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[ Irritated sigh, because he's in the right but also that's not how one encourages cooperation. ]
...You believe Miss Ariel considers you to be no more valuable than a few forks?
[ That part's. probably more important than him being right. ]
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You're right. I should've told you guys this ages ago... I kept most everything I knew a secret in the manor-- considering the situation, I always felt like it wouldn't be... fair, I guess. To them. [to hold it over someone who could die at any time, or maybe even be killed for it.] But after, and then here... I didn't even know it bothered me 'til Ariel told me who she voted for. It's my own fault, but I took it out on her.
[she pauses for a moment, considering what he said last... and then, nods slowly. yes, that about sums it up.]
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...Aaand then that moment when someone's behaved with far more decency than you'd have ever bothered with, but you're not sure if commenting on it would be offensive,,
Lets ignore it instead. ] Freddie, you... well, you know Miss Ariel far better than I. But do you truly mean to tell me she'd die over some forks? Die, and then still want those forks around for any length of time?
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Well, she didn't die over me at all, did she. She died because of me. And then she just... You can't just forgive somebody for that, just like that! If it'd happened to me, I would've never... 'least forks never betrayed her 'cause they were stupid.
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[ ...Oh. ]
Which of these is the more pressing concern: Miss Ariel's level of investment in you, or your... [ guilt? regret? fear? ] ...believing that she. oughtn't. to be invested in you.
[ Basil knows about "relationships that would ordinarily already be over due to various homicidal circumstances". He's got experience to draw on there. Not so much the other thing. ]
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You're worse than the damn cards. [forcing her to acknowledge the reality of the situation and shit] Oughta go back in time and find myself and say, "Hey, don't become emotionally attached to the detective, how's that gonna turn out."
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[ The response is automatic, Basil's focus elsewhere because damnit that is not the answer he'd wanted to hear.
Abrupt bouncing back onto his feet and starts pacing the table. He paces a good while. When he stops again it's with a dissatisfied-sounding huff. ]
I see two viable courses of action. I suspect you're not going to like either, but unless you've come up with something brilliant just now...?
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people dying was the goal tho]Tch, fine then.
Option one: accept that Miss Ariel is fully capable of making her own decisions, recognize that she has made her decision, and respect that decision: simply take what the both of you want and stop fretting about whether it is or isn't "what's best for her".
That would really be simplest for everyone involved, and the route I'd recommend. [ pause, then an awkward (and apologetic??) grimace as he continues: ] .....but. it. ah, requires a degree of selfishness and disregard for ethical concerns that I. don't... think you have.
[ You're just very bad at being bad, Freddie. ]
Otherwise, I'm afraid the only way forward is for you and Miss Ariel to talk about this, until you figure out some arrangement that you'll both accept. I'd thought you two had settled this, but it clearly wasn't to your satisfaction--not if you feel the need to escape out a window in the middle of the night.
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Is "hiding forever" not an option? It's kinda what I'm working with right now.
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...Though, given the nature of this problem, I had assumed the heartbreak was never intended as more than a passing sort of thing--if it's on the table as an acceptable outcome, this is all easily dealt with! Break the engagement. Find a postcard or something--aim for cruel yet concise, aids the finality.
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I can't do that! She'd be... I can't. I'll just...
I don't know. My plan honestly didn't go much farther past the window?
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[ FRUSTRATION which is not utterly hypocritical of him, shush.
Starts pacing the table again. ] There has to be someplace you can start.
There's your world's Beast and Belle. There's you... clearly having not forgiven yourself over fumbling one murder. [ Cause that's. Totally not a Big Deal all on its own. ]
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[she sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose.] If Ariel wants to be friends with this Belle, I'm not gonna... stop her or nothing. I've never liked the whole "my friends can't be your friends" thing...
I just... need some time, before we talk. I need some time to myself. Sometimes it feels like I haven't had a moment to think since I woke up in the manor.
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Mmmmmm--yeah past that detail, Freddie seems to have a handle on things. Stops his pacing with a slight shrug. ]
Fair enough. We could all do with a bit of quiet, I suspect.
...On that note: looking for company, or for me to head off?
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[don't make her ask has today not been draining enough.
instead, she busies herself with cleaning up the torn up card, gathering all the little pieces and forming them into a ball before placing it in her pocket. after a moment's thought, she scoops up the jewel and places it in there too.]