[ She's in the middle of fussing with the especially stubborn piano (she swears, it somehow gets re-broken when she leaves) in the music lounge when her DTF beeps. The dog lifts its head and its ears perk up. It gives a flutter of furry wings to lift up onto all four feet and walk over to where Rose is fiddling with some mechanism. ]
Rosie.[ There's a small, muffled 'uh-huh' due to holding a screwdriver between her teeth as she continues to laser focus on this stupid key but doesn't look at the dog DTF just yet. It tilts its head before sitting down and beginning to wag its tail across the dusty floor. ]Seteth has been uploaded to the simulation.
[ There's a loud clang of piano keys in absolute disharmony as the screwdriver drops from her mouth and she sharply inhales. She's up and moving before she even thinks better of it, but has to ask: ] Does he remember?
Unfortunately, I cannot say.
[ Right. Okay. Well, she needs to know either way. And isn't that something on its own that she's willing to face the possibility of being a stranger to another familiar face? Hoo boy. Actually, you know what, she needs a drink before this. Never mind that she's already had her allotted one and filched, like, three others people didn't want- It's fine. Everything's fine.
It's actually not fine because she doesn't even get the stiff drink she absolutely needed before spotting him near the bar and freezing in place. She can do this. She can do this. Okay, like, maybe she could sneak back out and get a drink when he moves on to somewhere else and then find him aga-
No. Ugh.
There are a million things she thinks to say when she finally steps up to greet him but all that actually comes out is a quiet: ] Hey.
predictably, the alcoholic option.
Rosie. [ There's a small, muffled 'uh-huh' due to holding a screwdriver between her teeth as she continues to laser focus on this stupid key but doesn't look at the dog DTF just yet. It tilts its head before sitting down and beginning to wag its tail across the dusty floor. ] Seteth has been uploaded to the simulation.
[ There's a loud clang of piano keys in absolute disharmony as the screwdriver drops from her mouth and she sharply inhales. She's up and moving before she even thinks better of it, but has to ask: ] Does he remember?
Unfortunately, I cannot say.
[ Right. Okay. Well, she needs to know either way. And isn't that something on its own that she's willing to face the possibility of being a stranger to another familiar face? Hoo boy. Actually, you know what, she needs a drink before this. Never mind that she's already had her allotted one and filched, like, three others people didn't want- It's fine. Everything's fine.
It's actually not fine because she doesn't even get the stiff drink she absolutely needed before spotting him near the bar and freezing in place. She can do this. She can do this. Okay, like, maybe she could sneak back out and get a drink when he moves on to somewhere else and then find him aga-
No. Ugh.
There are a million things she thinks to say when she finally steps up to greet him but all that actually comes out is a quiet: ] Hey.