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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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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.]