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interstellar55552016-04-09 09:38 pm
oceantier) wrote in interstellar55552016-04-09 09:38 pm
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Have you forgotten what you have and what is yours?
Who: Greg, then open to Agent Apartment residents
What: Lapis confronts Greg about the things she's learned from Steven; life with Agent Apartment residents
Where: Beach, then Agent Apartment
When: Early April
Warnings: Angry blue lady.
A. Closed to Greg - She's waiting there for Greg when he comes -- a blue wraith in the near-darkness, stepping out from behind the rocks when she's sure he's alone. The ocean is restless that night, with a smell of a storm rolling in from the sea; the waves fidget, lashing against the sands in fitful bursts like energy just barely contained.
There are things she needs to discuss with him. She's been waiting.
B. Open to Agent Apartment - With the combination of the city being so close to the sea and the wet season upon them, it's not infrequent that Lapis -- or rather, Luna -- comes to Agent Apartment damp . . . even dripping. Find her when she comes in the door, or when she's dryer (hair much fluffier) and herself again, curling up in a corner of the couch with a minute sigh of what could be pleasure/relief.
She never makes a big deal of her presence; she generally settles in to watch whatever action is currently going on, leaning on the couch arm with a half-smile, her legs tucked up underneath her.
C. Closed to Steven - She gets to see him almost regularly now -- generally later into the evening, when practices are complete and most of the rest of the dancers are packing up or in the showers. Unnoticed, Lapis separates from the others, heading off. (The others are already convinced that Luna is a little stuck up, never staying and talking or going out afterwards with them. Lapis herself has barely noticed.)
She heads off to the designated meeting spot -- a quiet corner in one of the empty practice rooms, readily out of sight of the door. Legs tucked up underneath her skirts, she sits waiting for him, rolling a bit of the fabric between her fingers.
Today there's a woven bag beside her. She's hoping what's inside will lift his spirits.
D. Closed to Frisk - I want to bring him back before Papyrus knows.
The words haven't quite left Lapis since Papyrus appeared in the apartment. At first it's merely something to tuck away -- something to check on with Frisk once they reappear, something to resolve and put aside.
The problem is that Frisk doesn't reappear.
Even that wouldn't completely be a worry; Frisk is often out and about the city, and between their intermittent stops in Agent Apartment and Lapis', missing each other is par for the course.
The bigger problem is that word comes through that Sans has been captured.
And Frisk doesn't return.
Those two facts are what prompt Lapis to move. Though she can't take time off practice, she takes time from the spa, using the extra hours to comb places they tend to be or that she thinks would attract them.
Maybe it's nothing.
But she can't get rid of the echo of the words in her own head.
The warehouse is one of the last places she checks. It doesn't rate high on the list of places she might expect them to be, abandoned long ago and used only for the briefest of intervals. But. She's checked so many other places, and this can't be left from the list.
Her feet are light, barely audible as she steps into the space. The vastness of it stretches over her, around her -- makes her wary. For a moment she lingers close to the door, one hand still on the knob.
Calling quietly: "Hello?"
What: Lapis confronts Greg about the things she's learned from Steven; life with Agent Apartment residents
Where: Beach, then Agent Apartment
When: Early April
Warnings: Angry blue lady.
A. Closed to Greg - She's waiting there for Greg when he comes -- a blue wraith in the near-darkness, stepping out from behind the rocks when she's sure he's alone. The ocean is restless that night, with a smell of a storm rolling in from the sea; the waves fidget, lashing against the sands in fitful bursts like energy just barely contained.
There are things she needs to discuss with him. She's been waiting.
B. Open to Agent Apartment - With the combination of the city being so close to the sea and the wet season upon them, it's not infrequent that Lapis -- or rather, Luna -- comes to Agent Apartment damp . . . even dripping. Find her when she comes in the door, or when she's dryer (hair much fluffier) and herself again, curling up in a corner of the couch with a minute sigh of what could be pleasure/relief.
She never makes a big deal of her presence; she generally settles in to watch whatever action is currently going on, leaning on the couch arm with a half-smile, her legs tucked up underneath her.
C. Closed to Steven - She gets to see him almost regularly now -- generally later into the evening, when practices are complete and most of the rest of the dancers are packing up or in the showers. Unnoticed, Lapis separates from the others, heading off. (The others are already convinced that Luna is a little stuck up, never staying and talking or going out afterwards with them. Lapis herself has barely noticed.)
She heads off to the designated meeting spot -- a quiet corner in one of the empty practice rooms, readily out of sight of the door. Legs tucked up underneath her skirts, she sits waiting for him, rolling a bit of the fabric between her fingers.
Today there's a woven bag beside her. She's hoping what's inside will lift his spirits.
D. Closed to Frisk - I want to bring him back before Papyrus knows.
The words haven't quite left Lapis since Papyrus appeared in the apartment. At first it's merely something to tuck away -- something to check on with Frisk once they reappear, something to resolve and put aside.
The problem is that Frisk doesn't reappear.
Even that wouldn't completely be a worry; Frisk is often out and about the city, and between their intermittent stops in Agent Apartment and Lapis', missing each other is par for the course.
The bigger problem is that word comes through that Sans has been captured.
And Frisk doesn't return.
Those two facts are what prompt Lapis to move. Though she can't take time off practice, she takes time from the spa, using the extra hours to comb places they tend to be or that she thinks would attract them.
Maybe it's nothing.
But she can't get rid of the echo of the words in her own head.
The warehouse is one of the last places she checks. It doesn't rate high on the list of places she might expect them to be, abandoned long ago and used only for the briefest of intervals. But. She's checked so many other places, and this can't be left from the list.
Her feet are light, barely audible as she steps into the space. The vastness of it stretches over her, around her -- makes her wary. For a moment she lingers close to the door, one hand still on the knob.
Calling quietly: "Hello?"
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[No artists unaffliated with the labels seem to have much success at all. It's weird. Even Frisk knows how to buy music right from someone online.]
It's like they just took over everything.
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It's probably hard to even get started without them.
[Voice dropping, she looks focused, but misses a step.] At home . . . it's like that too. You don't do anything without approval -- and then only what you're assigned.
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I'm not supposed to be old enough to have a job. But the King asked me to be ambassador, so I did.
What were you assigned?
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It . . . was a long time ago.
I don't remember.
[This isn't true. She does. But talking about the past, especially pre-dating being trapped in the mirror, still weighs on her. She's not ready for it.]
[What the Gems were there to do to the Earth isn't pretty anyway.]
((ooc: This is one of those unknown canon things, unfortunately. I suspect strongly that it has to do with her powers and tides, but there's no direct proof or indication.))
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Do Gems live a long time?
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[The word is still very quiet.]
Thousands of years.
More. If . . . we aren't cracked.
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Like boss monsters. My mom and dad are gonna live a long time after I die. [They think about that. They wish Gerson hadn't told them...but not telling wouldn't have made it less true.]
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[Hesitating. She's still not sure if it's the right thing to say:]
I'm glad . . . to know you while I can.
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Me too. [They're likely going to live much less time than her, so it doesn't mean the same. But still.]
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[Even though most humans won't live as long as she does, slowly -- very slowly -- she's finding pleasure in the idea of coming to know them, to enjoy them for the brief span of time that they're both allotted in the matter. Just because it's short makes it no less important.]
[Glancing at the game,] I think . . . I failed.
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Oh. Yeah. That happens sometimes.
[Frisk is blase about it, hopping up to close out the failure screen and return to the menu.]
You can just reset it if you want. [Isn't that nice?]