Considering she though she was dead just a few hours ago, Rosie can be found celebrating her new life to the fullest. The blond is drawn in by the sound of music an revelry and joins right in. At one point, she's twirled into the middle of a dance circle and takes the moment to shine.
"Tonight: I'm gonna have myself a real good time! I feel alive and the world, I'll turn it inside out, yeah! I'm floating around in ecstasy, so... Don't stop me 'cause I'm having a good time, having a good time!
I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity. I'm a racing car passing by, like Lady Godiva! I'm gonna go, go, go there's no stopping me!"
While she's no Freddie Mercury, her voice is gorgeous and energy infectious. Well, hopefully. Still, she's had her moment in the limelight and now allows others to step in as she boogies her way towards the crowd. With bubbling laughter, she reaches for a dance partner and pulls them into the 'fun' easily. "Just don't step on my feet," she teases, "and we'll get on fine."
Later, she can be found sitting by a bonfire on a blanket and watching the fireworks by herself quietly. She sips from a drink in hand - how many has she had? she lost count - and hums a quiet, undecided melody to herself.
Anyone is free to recognize her from before since she's certainly made herself known by now. And they're free to notice she's... much more subdued now than before. Thoughtful. Even a tinge melancholy, almost, as she looks to the sky contemplatively. She will smile and give a friendly wave though if she notices anyone approach.
❥ festival fun.
While some might have expected Rosie to show off a bit more, she's actually covered head-to-toe as she hits the beach. The water doesn't appeal to her but building sandcastles does. Especially as soon as its framed as a competition. The blond looks comically serious - tongue sticking out in concentration and everything - as she forms the spires of her sandcastle.
If anyone steps too close, she'll bark at them: "Hey! Hey, halt, back up. I am trying to sculpt sand perfection here. Careful where you're walking."
"OH. MY. GODS!" comes a dramatic gasp of a statement from Rosie as she scurries up to a chocobo pen.
"What are those? I love them. I want ten. Can I pet them? They look so fluffy." Her statement ends in an excited squeal as she watches the chocobos with starry-eyed awe.
❥ wildcard.
(( hey all! my name's chai and I'm bringing you this hot mess of an OC lady named Rosie. she's a nightmare dressed as a daydream, basically! lemme know if you wanna hit other prompts, have another idea, or want to be more informed about the danger your character is getting themselves into just hit me up via PMing this journal, or @ tentamenace on plurk/discord! ))
Edited (oops header is important) 2024-06-12 15:40 (UTC)
Kurama is not exactly out to have fun. His guard is up, he's generally suspicious of whatever ordeal they've all found themselves in and while he can enjoy himself from time to time, right now his priorities lie in getting a feel of the place and others here. He's in survival mode, watching the dancing and singing from the sidelines, distinctly aware of a familiar kind of energy nearby when Rosie starts singing a song he's oddly familiar with. Strange in a completely new world full of the unfamiliar.
He's not focused entirely on her, both taking in the surroundings and jostled by others equally as enthusiastic to join in the dancing. A combination of movement from the crowd and Rosie - perhaps mistakenly - pulling him into the dance floor leaves him stumbling to do exactly that, trying to be mindful of her feet in the confusion. For now, recon will have to wait.
In the meantime, the redhead's expression shifts from blatant confusion to offer her a pleasant smile, instead. "My apologies, it seems we almost got off on the wrong foot."
Recon is for nerds! That's what she would say to further this image of nonchalant, party-goer offworlder. In reality, she just prefers to throw herself into a new environment to really understand it. And when it has music and dancing? All the better!
"Almost," she echoes, smiling back easily. "But thankfully, you're quick to adapt. Great quality in a dance partner." Not that she's really going to force him to do any extravagant moves. For now, she's actually just content to move as the music does and lead him along.
"So, you new to this party planet or been around a bit?" That's part of what she was picking up on, after all. Old and new, those established and those like her that stand out a bit more.
He is a nerd, Rosie! One thing Kurama is very good at is letting others take the lead and following cues, so that part at least is no issue. He's been deferring to the "authority" of others long enough in this form that it practically comes naturally. Nevermind how it better suits his tendency to obverse and learn through inaction, instead.
"You seem to be quite experienced." Dancing certainly wasn't one of his favored hobbies, but he wasn't completely without practice, at least. Besides, the natural grace and adaptability of being demon born and a fighter worked to the advantage of both of them, in this case.
He looks at her in momentary surprise at the question. While she's clearly not one of the locals, evidently lacking in notable life force as they were, he hadn't expected the line of questioning to be quite so direct, perhaps due to his own bias. He's not going to ask how long she's been there, at least not right away. "Rather new, actually. I've only just arrived. You're not a local either, are you?"
"You know it," the blond confirms, about dancing. Music and movement were her strengths; it was also a nice, easy cover for the 'unassuming average lady' front she was trying to keep for as long as possible. Forever, if she could.
"Nah, I woke up here not too long ago. They said I was 'chosen,' which- That's a funny way of saying a criminal." It doesn't surprise her that she's been caught considering how she thought things ended back home. It just wasn't the intergalactic police she imagined would catch her. If beach parties and festivals though were how they treated their convicts, hey- She could get behind that!
She's had a lot more experience with the unassuming typical human angle than he has, and even in the years he's attempted it, Kurama has failed at being entirely normal among his human peers. He may be a little jealous at how much easier she seems to blend in, if he was aware at all. Dancing wasn't something he did for any amount of enjoyment, given the option he chose hobbies with fewer participants and had a tendency to opt for the aloof loner reputation. Unfortunately that only served to gather more attention when he wanted less, but he was talented at maintaining that polite distance with his classmates and coworkers.
Kurama is still taking in their surroundings as they talk, so between that and following her moves while they dance it takes him a moment to fully register what she's just said. He blinks at the way she comments on their title, sort of laughing the reply as a certain irony about the whole ordeal fully hits him.
"I suppose it is, but I hadn't put too much thought into their logic... it wouldn't be the first time I've heard prisoners referred to as Guests." Maybe if The Dark Tournament wasn't such a well known event it wouldn't feel so normalized for him, but it hadn't even struck him as strange until pointed out.
"what a lovely name." Said with no bias whatsoever, coming from the guy who surrounds himself with the scent of roses. Rosie introducing herself puts him in the position of deciding just how he plans on functioning in this world. Although it didn't seem to be occupied by mostly powerless humans like home, that doesn't mean someone from that life couldn't appear here next. Still, he can work that out if and when it happens.
Rosie's facade is fine until someone looks too hard or too long. That's the only reason it's been as successful as it has been; act like a happy-go-lucky fool and most people don't ask many questions. Even if they did, she didn't usually stick around long enough to answer them.
"Oh, yeah? Well, it works for me!" Obviously, as she continues to dance like she doesn't actually have a care.
While she had noticed the scent of florals, she was ready to chalk it up to a conincidence. 'Fate' was just a dirty four-letter word she didn't like to believe in, after all. "Nice to meet you, Kurama! Do you mind if I ask what you're in for? Sounds like some bizarre 'crimes' people are being accused of."
Kurama is once again thrown by her question. His expression immediately shifting to something more guarded and on-edge. He's careful to keep moving so that no one trips, even if it takes him a moment to recover from the way he's immediately put on the defensive.
"I'm sorry-" The wheels are turning, trying to settle on a solution that sits between revealing too much and shutting her down completely. He couldn't maintain the polite good-natured presentation if he went around telling just anyone the crime he was there for. Of course, he doesn't realize that some crimes don't even apply to the accused, or he might be less cagey about his own.
"It would appear that you have a talent for catching me off-guard." Unsettling, actually but he's going to pretend otherwise with the amused tone those words carry, nothing to see here, surely any tension laced through his response is only imagined.
"The nature of one's crime feels a bit... personal for a first meeting conversation." Obviously, Rosie didn't agree or she wouldn't have asked in the first place, but he's already smiling again, deflecting as if that didn't just happen. "Perhaps that's just me."
Well, isn't that interesting. While she continues to softly smile like she doesn't notice or have a care of her own, she is taking mental notes. Guarded, is he? That means he's likely hiding something, which- It isn't her business. That's not her job anymore but it's hard to just completely drop that mindset.
"I've been told I tend to do that," she laughs herself, rolling with his deflection. "I can't help it, I guess! Just curious." Nosy, is more like it, but no point in pushing things any further.
"I've also been told I can overshare sometimes so, I mean, maybe I'm not the best judge of what's personal or not." An easy cover-up. "You don't have to tell me and especially not if it'd ruin the mood. The point of all this is to party, right? So, let's see, something easier..." A thoughtful sort of hum. "What's your favorite color?"
He's not entirely convinced she's as carefree as she's acting, but perhaps that perception is merely his own biases at play. Still, he at least seems to take that explanation at face value, for whatever it might be worth.
"A bit of a habit, then." He might seem amused by that, as if dismissing his own prior overreaction to her prying. Clearly, she's just quirky and fun-loving, he'd read too much into her completely innocent line of questioning, and with her easy subject change, he does visibly relax again. Though he's not sure how much he's ready to lean into the "party" aspect of all this, that's another topic to worry about later.
For now, the new question gives him pause. Not out of suspicion this time, more as if he hadn't put much thought into it before. Humor laces his response when he does answer, almost wistful and perhaps a little sheepish. Certainly no longer tense and guarded for the next proverbial shoe to drop. "... Actually, I suppose I have always been particularly fond of the cherry blossoms in bloom." Not that it was one exact color, but it was definitely thematic enough to illustrate a certain vibe to anyone familiar. Yes, he certainly leans into the florals.
"What about you, any favorite colors of your own?"
It's totally his own biases coloring his perception. She is a simple, whimsical fool of a lady. Nothing more!
"A bad one," she acknowledges. For all the ways she isn't self-aware, it can be surprising the ways she is. She's glad to see him relax though once she pulls her questioning back in. Alright, noted- Keep it light and easy with this one. She can do that.
"Cherry blossom, cute! I love hanami." Every April, the fun and festivities not dissimilar to this. The drinking, connection, and the spirits that reveled in it. It was a fun pastime. "As for me, hm..." She takes a moment to consider herself. Pink is actually an easy answer, but she doesn't want to steal his. Red is a close contender, but the color of blood usually makes her second-guess.
"Probably green," she realizes, thinking to the Morgans eyes, the grass beneath her as she lays and looks at the sky, and the association to life. "Nature and all that. I'm a city girl, definitely, but I do like to get out and back to my roots now and again."
Well, he wasn't going to say it, but there she goes. He does offer her a sort of shocked little smile at that response, still slightly off but he's not about to push his luck dancing around that topic. When Rosie expresses her love of hanami, he really can't help the smile that follows, earlier tension seemingly forgotten completely in favor of lighter conversation.
"A city girl?" He looks amused by the thought of it, but mostly he's never heard another apparition describe themselves that way. "I'm afraid I'm a little biased, myself... having lived in both, I can understand having a soft spot for nature. What is your home like, if you don't mind my asking?" Whether she takes that to mean the city she prefers or her roots as she described it. She did claim to have a tendency for oversharing, but Kurama is always aware of how personal an inquiry may be, even if he doesn't seem to realize when an innocent enough question might qualify as prying. Hypocrite, much?
That's fine by her. It'll be easier for them both and better for her in the long run to keep it light. "That's right," she agrees. It must seem odd to those that know; of course, most don't. There again, it wasn't as if there weren't lesser demons that slipped through now and again or even those that spirited away humans when things aligned just right.
Most just don't prefer it to their home, she knows, and that makes her an outlier. Always has.
"Cold," she offers, vague but not bothered. "Not, like, Hokkaido cold but a little village in the Hida mountains. That kind of simple life just wasn't for me though so I traveled the world a bit then settled back down in Tokyo." Settled down is... the nicest way to put it, she supposes, and not entirely a lie. She did settle, in a lot of ways. "Now, I guess I'm here!"
Technically, that's something they have in common. Not that Kurama prefers the city life itself, just his life in human world. So, he definitely gets it, to a degree. It also just happens to increase his interest in the conversation, considering how unusual it is to meet someone of a similar mindset.
Of course, when she mentions the cold, he can't help but think of Yukina's kind and the ice maiden village. It would certainly be interesting if there were three of them from there, but considering the various worlds pulled into Aldrip he can't imagine it's very likely. Especially when she offers a more specific location. Kurama isn't entirely sure he believes that's where she's really from though, all things considered. There's obviously more to her than she's letting on, it would only make sense for that to be part of it.
At the mention of Tokyo, he brightens up a bit. "I suppose we're practically neighbors, then. In a sense, at least. I've yet to meet anyone here who refers to Japan as home... assuming your Tokyo is located there. It seems people are pulled here from many different worlds." So, the odds of meeting someone from the same world? Well, it should be more likely to be a stranger than his entire team, actually, but he's not going to dwell on that detail either, at the moment.
While not likely, Rosie will be interested in the similarities between their worlds as she comes to learn of them. Meeting other demons happened back home, of course, but not in circumstances like these. She also usually didn't dance with them either. Not that she realizes that's the case just yet but give it time.
"Oh, yeah! Japan, born and raised. Like I said, I ended up moving away for a time but..." A thoughtful hum. "They say home is where the heart is, right? Something like that, anyway." While it's hard to say her heart was in the right place, well-
Guess it doesn't matter anymore, does it? A lot doesn't, actually, now that she's here now but she'll try to make the best of it where she can.
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❥ festival fun.
❥ wildcard.
❥ summer solstice.
He's not focused entirely on her, both taking in the surroundings and jostled by others equally as enthusiastic to join in the dancing. A combination of movement from the crowd and Rosie - perhaps mistakenly - pulling him into the dance floor leaves him stumbling to do exactly that, trying to be mindful of her feet in the confusion. For now, recon will have to wait.
In the meantime, the redhead's expression shifts from blatant confusion to offer her a pleasant smile, instead. "My apologies, it seems we almost got off on the wrong foot."
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"Almost," she echoes, smiling back easily. "But thankfully, you're quick to adapt. Great quality in a dance partner." Not that she's really going to force him to do any extravagant moves. For now, she's actually just content to move as the music does and lead him along.
"So, you new to this party planet or been around a bit?" That's part of what she was picking up on, after all. Old and new, those established and those like her that stand out a bit more.
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"You seem to be quite experienced." Dancing certainly wasn't one of his favored hobbies, but he wasn't completely without practice, at least. Besides, the natural grace and adaptability of being demon born and a fighter worked to the advantage of both of them, in this case.
He looks at her in momentary surprise at the question. While she's clearly not one of the locals, evidently lacking in notable life force as they were, he hadn't expected the line of questioning to be quite so direct, perhaps due to his own bias. He's not going to ask how long she's been there, at least not right away. "Rather new, actually. I've only just arrived. You're not a local either, are you?"
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"Nah, I woke up here not too long ago. They said I was 'chosen,' which- That's a funny way of saying a criminal." It doesn't surprise her that she's been caught considering how she thought things ended back home. It just wasn't the intergalactic police she imagined would catch her. If beach parties and festivals though were how they treated their convicts, hey- She could get behind that!
"My name's Rosie though, by the way."
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Kurama is still taking in their surroundings as they talk, so between that and following her moves while they dance it takes him a moment to fully register what she's just said. He blinks at the way she comments on their title, sort of laughing the reply as a certain irony about the whole ordeal fully hits him.
"I suppose it is, but I hadn't put too much thought into their logic... it wouldn't be the first time I've heard prisoners referred to as Guests." Maybe if The Dark Tournament wasn't such a well known event it wouldn't feel so normalized for him, but it hadn't even struck him as strange until pointed out.
"what a lovely name." Said with no bias whatsoever, coming from the guy who surrounds himself with the scent of roses. Rosie introducing herself puts him in the position of deciding just how he plans on functioning in this world. Although it didn't seem to be occupied by mostly powerless humans like home, that doesn't mean someone from that life couldn't appear here next. Still, he can work that out if and when it happens.
"You can call me Kurama."
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"Oh, yeah? Well, it works for me!" Obviously, as she continues to dance like she doesn't actually have a care.
While she had noticed the scent of florals, she was ready to chalk it up to a conincidence. 'Fate' was just a dirty four-letter word she didn't like to believe in, after all. "Nice to meet you, Kurama! Do you mind if I ask what you're in for? Sounds like some bizarre 'crimes' people are being accused of."
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"I'm sorry-" The wheels are turning, trying to settle on a solution that sits between revealing too much and shutting her down completely. He couldn't maintain the polite good-natured presentation if he went around telling just anyone the crime he was there for. Of course, he doesn't realize that some crimes don't even apply to the accused, or he might be less cagey about his own.
"It would appear that you have a talent for catching me off-guard." Unsettling, actually but he's going to pretend otherwise with the amused tone those words carry, nothing to see here, surely any tension laced through his response is only imagined.
"The nature of one's crime feels a bit... personal for a first meeting conversation." Obviously, Rosie didn't agree or she wouldn't have asked in the first place, but he's already smiling again, deflecting as if that didn't just happen. "Perhaps that's just me."
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"I've been told I tend to do that," she laughs herself, rolling with his deflection. "I can't help it, I guess! Just curious." Nosy, is more like it, but no point in pushing things any further.
"I've also been told I can overshare sometimes so, I mean, maybe I'm not the best judge of what's personal or not." An easy cover-up. "You don't have to tell me and especially not if it'd ruin the mood. The point of all this is to party, right? So, let's see, something easier..." A thoughtful sort of hum. "What's your favorite color?"
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"A bit of a habit, then." He might seem amused by that, as if dismissing his own prior overreaction to her prying. Clearly, she's just quirky and fun-loving, he'd read too much into her completely innocent line of questioning, and with her easy subject change, he does visibly relax again. Though he's not sure how much he's ready to lean into the "party" aspect of all this, that's another topic to worry about later.
For now, the new question gives him pause. Not out of suspicion this time, more as if he hadn't put much thought into it before. Humor laces his response when he does answer, almost wistful and perhaps a little sheepish. Certainly no longer tense and guarded for the next proverbial shoe to drop. "... Actually, I suppose I have always been particularly fond of the cherry blossoms in bloom." Not that it was one exact color, but it was definitely thematic enough to illustrate a certain vibe to anyone familiar. Yes, he certainly leans into the florals.
"What about you, any favorite colors of your own?"
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"A bad one," she acknowledges. For all the ways she isn't self-aware, it can be surprising the ways she is. She's glad to see him relax though once she pulls her questioning back in. Alright, noted- Keep it light and easy with this one. She can do that.
"Cherry blossom, cute! I love hanami." Every April, the fun and festivities not dissimilar to this. The drinking, connection, and the spirits that reveled in it. It was a fun pastime. "As for me, hm..." She takes a moment to consider herself. Pink is actually an easy answer, but she doesn't want to steal his. Red is a close contender, but the color of blood usually makes her second-guess.
"Probably green," she realizes, thinking to the Morgans eyes, the grass beneath her as she lays and looks at the sky, and the association to life. "Nature and all that. I'm a city girl, definitely, but I do like to get out and back to my roots now and again."
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"A city girl?" He looks amused by the thought of it, but mostly he's never heard another apparition describe themselves that way. "I'm afraid I'm a little biased, myself... having lived in both, I can understand having a soft spot for nature. What is your home like, if you don't mind my asking?" Whether she takes that to mean the city she prefers or her roots as she described it. She did claim to have a tendency for oversharing, but Kurama is always aware of how personal an inquiry may be, even if he doesn't seem to realize when an innocent enough question might qualify as prying. Hypocrite, much?
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Most just don't prefer it to their home, she knows, and that makes her an outlier. Always has.
"Cold," she offers, vague but not bothered. "Not, like, Hokkaido cold but a little village in the Hida mountains. That kind of simple life just wasn't for me though so I traveled the world a bit then settled back down in Tokyo." Settled down is... the nicest way to put it, she supposes, and not entirely a lie. She did settle, in a lot of ways. "Now, I guess I'm here!"
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Of course, when she mentions the cold, he can't help but think of Yukina's kind and the ice maiden village. It would certainly be interesting if there were three of them from there, but considering the various worlds pulled into Aldrip he can't imagine it's very likely. Especially when she offers a more specific location. Kurama isn't entirely sure he believes that's where she's really from though, all things considered. There's obviously more to her than she's letting on, it would only make sense for that to be part of it.
At the mention of Tokyo, he brightens up a bit. "I suppose we're practically neighbors, then. In a sense, at least. I've yet to meet anyone here who refers to Japan as home... assuming your Tokyo is located there. It seems people are pulled here from many different worlds." So, the odds of meeting someone from the same world? Well, it should be more likely to be a stranger than his entire team, actually, but he's not going to dwell on that detail either, at the moment.
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"Oh, yeah! Japan, born and raised. Like I said, I ended up moving away for a time but..." A thoughtful hum. "They say home is where the heart is, right? Something like that, anyway." While it's hard to say her heart was in the right place, well-
Guess it doesn't matter anymore, does it? A lot doesn't, actually, now that she's here now but she'll try to make the best of it where she can.