Going Once, Going Twice

[sailorgenerous]

Who: Rarity and whomever would like to talk with her
What: Rarity getting loose ends tied up before Sans goes on his teleport spree and gets her out of dodge Virgo
When: April 8-10
Where: Wherever you want, though mostly in Virgo
Warnings: We'll see?

It's been an odd, very tense sort of month. There are things happening in the background that Rarity can't quite put her finger on, and it's keeping her on edge. (Of course, it doesn't help that her hands no longer feel right, and her balance is terrible. This is what happens when you have the wrong number of legs, and the wrong just about everything.)

She may be in the penthouse, making tea or putting together different outfits in an attempt to make herself feel better; she may be in the Virgo lobbies or building at large, looking through the museum she rarely ever spends time in or committing the cardinal sin of wearing flats to the club; she may be out and about on the town, usually at a park, though the fashion district has caught her attention as of late, her bodyguard (regrettably) never far behind.

Comments

[heymcfly]

It made Marty sad to see Rarity so glum. She was always the happy, cheerful part of the band who treated you like you were family. If he could ever remember who his mom was, he could only picture her like Rarity. Only...minus a few things. He's not going to bring that up.

The DA penthouse is quiet; a little too quiet. Nobody seems to be around but the two of them. Now's the perfect opportunity if he wants to ask! Marty honestly thought Rarity of a great friend, despite the tabloids saying otherwise. Marty coughs lightly to announce his presence, and he walks up to her with a smile that probably doesn't reach his eyes. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried right now.

"Hey, everything alright?"

[sailorgenerous]

She replies with a soft smile and sad eyes. She can't remember the last time everything was alright - something has been going wrong like clockwork since she arrived, and it's getting more and more difficult to ignore it. Being uncomfortable in her own body has only contributed to the feeling.

"Not really." She pours herself a cup of tea, hands-free; now that the entire band knows about her magic, she's been using it more often, namely to minimize her discomfort with her hands. "Would you like some tea?"

[heymcfly]

Oh my god, the magic stuff. It was still kind of freaky, if you asked him. But that was something else entirely!

He nods at the question, watching silently as the kettle magically tips itself forward. Despite how much she tried to smile, and how much he tried to deny to himself that anything was wrong, Marty found himself kind of scared. Things had been kind of weird lately; people just haven't been acting like themselves. Some people have disappeared. What was going on?

"Y-Yeah. Sure. If that's okay with you." Marty waits until the teacup is settled in front of him before he tries to pry.

"What's wrong?"

[sailorgenerous]

"I wouldn't have offered if it weren't." She pours the tea and magics the cup over to him without spilling a drop. Practice does make perfect, after all.

It's a very loaded question, with dozens of answers that may or may not help. She silently sorts through them for a few moments before settling on one that starts a headache buzzing in the base of her skull. Information always came with headaches, which means that she's on the right track. "When you went missing," she starts, wincing against the headache, "when- when they broke your wrist - where were you? What did you find?" She hadn't asked before, and Marty hasn't told her, but with what Sans had said the last time they spoke...she needed to know.

[heymcfly]

That was a question he wasn't expecting.

Marty falls silent after a while, but by the way his brow furrows, you know he's trying to think. The memories of those few days were repressed, shoved way far back in his mind where he couldn't think about it. Thinking about it brings too many headaches (literally) and worries. What if they found out he was still thinking about it? Or if he still questioned things?

A hand absent-mindedly rubs at his wrist. "A-Aah, I mean, I don't..." Normally, he'd ask to drop this question. Rarity wasn't one to bring stuff like this up, especially since things were better with him now. No broken anythings, no disappearances. This question was kind of out of the blue. "I can't remember." His one hand cradles his right wrist; he can feel the ache deep in his bones, the memory way too fresh in his head. "It was dark. I was so freaked out, I couldn't think straight."

He pauses. "...Why?"

[sailorgenerous]

"You can't remember?" She's somewhere between worried and disappointed. How could he have forgotten something that bad? How bad was it that he needed to forget? She can't push Marty, she realizes slowly - she'll have to ask Meril instead, if she can. If Meril hasn't forgotten as well.

"Because I don't like what's going on here," Rarity replies quietly, fighting against the headache that was only growing worse. "And- I want to leave, and I want you to come with me." It's impulsive, and her headache certainly doesn't like it, but that only convinces her all the more that it's the right decision.

[trustme]

[ Doctor is out shopping in the fashion district for more bow ties to add to his collection when he sees Rarity passing by the store windows. He rushes to the window display she's walking towards and starts knocking on the glass and waving at her. His voice is muffled when he calls out. ]

Rarity!

[sailorgenerous]

[She just about jumps out of her skin at the unexpected surprise, exclaiming loudly and putting a hand over her heart. After a moment to calm down and gather her wits, she makes her way inside the store.]

Doctor, you scared me half to death!

[trustme]

Just the lady I wanted to see.

[ He can't help chuckling as he waves her towards the accessories counter where he had been picking out bow ties. ]

You'd know better than I would what here passes as fashionable. I was thinking I'd get something for Greg as a thank you for all the help he's given me recently.

[ His eyes wander to Rarity's body guard. Oh. One of the ones that likes to breathe down your back? ]

My fellow is in the back resting his legs. [ He points towards the couches in the back of the store, hoping her body guard will follow suit. ]

[sailorgenerous]

[Rarity catches the hint and shoos her bodyguard away.]

Go on! It's not as though bow ties bite.

[Thankfully, he goes, and she turns her attention back to the Doctor.]

Honestly, Greg really isn't the bow tie type. If you want to get him something he'll wear until it has holes in it, I'd recommend a shirt he can tear the sleeves off of. [Said simply, without a trace of derision: it's simply how Greg is, and she's long since learned to tailor his corner of the band's aesthetic to his tastes.] Perhaps something with a space design.

[trustme]

Are all of Greg's clothes torn?

[ Huh. He hadn't given it much thought, it was so typical 'rocker' nobody would bat an eye (except maybe Rarity). ]

Does he do the tearing himself or are they pre-made that way?

[panspermia]

With the sudden announcement of their world tour, Greg's pushing himself into overtime working. His productivity had stagnated until recently, and he's doing everything he can to catch up on lost time. The dark circles under his eyes belie the little smile he shoots to Rarity as she sets up her tea. Instead, he's poured himself coffee from an old pot, gone completely cold, and put it in the microwave.

"Days're feeling longer all the time, huh?"

[sailorgenerous]

"Greg, for goodness' sake." She dumps out the coffee pot and rinses it out, tosses out the old filter and grounds and puts a fresh filter and grounds and water into the machine and sets it to brew - all hands-free, suffused in a blue glow. She's barely looked away from Greg the entire time. "Surely you can wait a few minutes for a fresh pot." He looks every bit as exhausted as she feels and then some; this is the least she can do for him.

[panspermia]

"Heh... I'm just not a fan of throwing stuff out." It might not be as good as the fresh stuff, but if he can get some use out of it, it feels like a waste to toss it. His "thrifty" habits have been on the rise, lately. Despite fortune, he's clinging to the smallest, most useless things.

Still, he's not looking to start any sort of argument. Instead, he's far more interested in her magic display. "You're really getting the hang of that fast, huh? Must've been second nature."

[sailorgenerous]

"Well, yes, but that doesn't mean you have to torture yourself with it." Old coffee, honestly.

She pauses for a moment, the teapot hanging in midair, still glowing blue. "I suppose," she admits, and the teapot moves again, carefully pouring tea into a cup. "It makes it easier to multitask, at least." And do things without her hands, but she's not certain she wants to tell Greg that quite yet.

[panspermia]

"You do like to keep busy."

There's something there that she's not saying, but that's no real surprise. No one seems to be capable of saying everything on their minds anymore. Greg's the chief example.

"You're being careful with it, right...?"

He knows Rarity's not going to do anything foolish in public, but he worries.

[nibelungvalesti]

At night, Meril had developed something of an unfortunate habit of coming in through the window.

She landed lightly inside despite the armor sheathing her body, reaching behind her to tug the window shut. Then the armor vanished, replaced by ordinary clothes, as if it had never been. One step between madness and sanity, in many ways.

"Hello, Rarity," Meril said with a gentle smile for the woman. She looked unsettled at best, and Meril didn't like to see that in the slightest.

[sailorgenerous]

Rarity has seen Meril's window entrances before and they're still surprising. She starts, momentarily dropping the dress she was holding and catching it with her magic before it hit the ground. "Goodness!" She puts a hand over her heart, taking a moment to catch her breath. "I thought I would be accustomed to this by now, but I suppose not."

[nibelungvalesti]

"And yet in some ways you have adapted perfectly." Meril motioned gently to the dress as she stepped over, her smiles drifting out of her eyes as she appraised the other woman. "I think you are more on edge in general than anything..."

[sailorgenerous]

The magic is almost reflexive at this point; it's something Rarity will need to be careful of in public.

She looks away for just a moment. "I am. I- I feel like something's coming, and I'm not sure what to do about it." It's not easy to describe a generalized feeling of dread, but this is close.

[nibelungvalesti]

Meril tilted her head slightly. "Is premonition like that among your powers?" She could see that, and even if Rarity didn't know, it was not impossible even then.

[fantasyseal]

Even the newest member could see the discomfort and tried not to bring too much attention to it for the moment. Reimu wasn't one to fully come out with everything but..she was getting comfortable and used to everyone. Something in her was confused and concerned enough that enough was enough. Time to say something.

"You really are good with that you know. I don't think I've said it enough."

Because fashion was not Reimu's strong point..as she was typically in few colors and few types of outfits as it was without being poked towards others.

[sailorgenerous]

"Oh!" Rarity lays the dress down on the couch and looks at Reimu, trying to smile. "Thank you! I'd be more than happy to put something together for you, if you'd like."

[fantasyseal]

"You know me. I tend to forget I have the pieces after a while. But hey, I'm always up to try."

Reimu comes closer, a half smile on her face because keeping things happy as she can at least until the next bit.

"If it'll help you smile a bit more. You haven't been acting like yourself lately. More of the stuff we all talked about before or more then that?"

Even if she didn't fully understand..she wanted to help. All of her focus has turned into the people around her because there wasn't more she could think of at the moment.

[psyvampexperiment]

Perhaps in the park, she might cross paths with a tall, pale gent in a neatly tailored waistcoat under a mantled grey coat, a harbinger of a persona to come, e-cigarette in his mouth, though he's clearly more intent on admiring the flowers for the moment.

Still though, when he hears her approach, he'll take the e-cig from his mouth and bow his head to her. "The spring's unfolding quite nicely, don't you think?"