dorothy catch-all

[bisouled]

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week 2, saturday

[bisouled]

[ hi dorothy. wherever she is, Fiora's going to find her. she's got a hot mug of something in her hands. ]

There you are! How are you holding up?

[ is she still soggy. let's hope not. ]

[misstrust]

[ She's in her room, wrapped in a blanket, but the door was open so it's fine-- ]

... I'm trying to accept the fact that I think I was nearly killed... I think.

[ God she's so tired. ]

[bisouled]

[ poor thing... immediately, she looks apologetic. After all, she'd definitely doubted Dorothy there, too. ]

... I can't even imagine. [ a pause as she walks over, setting down the mug on the nearest available surface. ] Um, I made you some tea - ginger tea. You don't have to drink it if you don't want to, but I thought it might help soothe your stomach in case that poison starts kicking about inside.

[misstrust]

... [ Dorothy smiles faintly, but gratefully, reaching for the mug. ]

I don't think it was poison, just pills. Though it's true that my stomach hasn't been feeling the greatest.

[ So this is much appreciated. ]

[bisouled]

Still plenty of medicine that can make you feel awful if you're not supposed to be taking it. And we still don't know exactly what was in there.

[ Fiora doesn't trust it! It led to someone's death. ]

That was a really silly thing you did, you know. Sure, it helped us, but you may as well have stabbed yourself with that weapon of his, too.

[misstrust]

Now, now. [ With a tired little laugh as she sips the tea-- ]

It worked out in the end, didn't it? Somehow.

[ Almost miraculously. ]

[bisouled]

You're lucky it did! Don't do anything crazy like that again. We've got enough loss on our hands as is.

[ she will scold an older lady, she doesn't care. it's her sister energy. ]

That said... I am glad you're all right.

Week 3, Monday

[misstrust]

[ I hate the mods

Okay but Dorothy is just chilling in the petting zoo, holding a chicken in her lap and petting anything else that wanders close enough... but upon seeing a familiar face, she lights up. Her heart thumps traitorously.

It's fine, it's just Fiora. Brave, talented, intelligent Fiora. Who's amazing.

Why yes, of course she's always felt this affectionate towards her. Who wouldn't? ]

Hey! Here to keep me company?

Re: Week 3, Monday

[bisouled]

[ bold of you to think this is the mods and not someone cursing us......

fiora did not come here with the intention of finding Dorothy, but it's just as good that she does; when she sees her face, she breaks out into a bright smile, not thinking twice. ]

Hehe. I am now! [ a wave. ] These animals are so weird that I just had to come check them out. Looks like you've already made friends with them.

[misstrust]

[ porque no los dos ]

... Weird? Have you not been out in the country before?

[ She has never heard anyone call a chicken weird. ]

[bisouled]

[ oh no. now maybe Dorothy thinks she's weird?! She blinks for a second. ]

O-of course I have! What do you take me for? [ crossing her arms defensively! ] But my world hasn't got any animals like that on it. It looks like a chubby duck!

[misstrust]

... Ah, so your world has ducks?

[ She hefts up the chicken. ]

This is a chicken. They're surprisingly soft, if you'd like to try petting it.

[bisouled]

[ it does have ducks. i have no idea what animals it does and doesn't have, but at least it has ducks. Her slight anxiety about being seen as weird relaxes - she feels so nervous around her all of a sudden? be cool, Fiora! - and she shakes her head, waving a hand. ]

It's okay. I don't think I'd get much out of it like this. [ metal hands... ] Besides, you look so cute together, I can't bear to break you up.

week 4, monday

[bisouled]

[ guess whose planet doesn't have deserts?! Fiora's! This is all as new and weird to her as the seaside town, if not moreso, so she can't help but poke her way around, investigating all the buildings. That includes the saloon, even though it's quite clearly the sort of place she'd usually rather avoid. And sitting there at a table already is. ]

-- Dorothy?!

[ she can't help but flush a little when she sees her, residually... what was she doing last week. ]

Um, hi!

[misstrust]

Oh, Fiora--

[ Dorothy pauses as her thoughts, too, seem to drift back to last week-- and then she clears her throat and waves her over. ]

Care to join me?

[bisouled]

Sure, but...

[ Fiora sighs, then shakes her head, walking over towards her table with resolve. ]

I've got to be honest - I don't know what got into me last week. But I didn't mean to be so... clingy? I hope you'll forgive me. Or scrub it from your memory, better yet.

[misstrust]

How could I forget such a cute girl being all flustered at me?

[ But she grins, flapping a hand. ]

It's all right, I get it. It felt fine at the time, but I wasn't quite acting like myself either.

[bisouled]

[ she laughs, then, the tension broken just like that. ]

Oh, stop it. You'll have me doing it again. [ a beat. ] You too, though? That's pretty odd. I wonder who did it.

[misstrust]

Your guess is as good as mine.

... Though when I find out who did, I do have several choice words for them. No reflection on you, of course.

[ Dorothy just hates being tampered with. ]

week 7, saturday

[bisouled]

[ Fiora is here!! She looks very, very tired, but not as pale as she had during the fight, at least; in her hands, she has a big canteen she's sipping from occasionally. She's heading back towards the inn at the moment, but spots Dorothy outside first. ]

Oh... Dorothy! You're still awake.

[misstrust]

I'm not quite ready to turn in, unfortunately.

[ Which isn't to say she's not tired, but she offers Fiora a smile. ]

With no offense intended, you look as though you could use the rest yourself.

[bisouled]

[ a shrug. ]

I'm still figuring out where I'm going to go, honestly. But I'm definitely going to sleep tonight... It's been a long day.

[ and a long two months. ]

Do you think we did it?

[misstrust]

... I'd like to think we did. The problem last time was that not all of the Factions were able to complete the requirements, correct? If nothing else, we managed that much. We accomplished the tasks set out for us today.

[ She sighs, a little tiredly. ]

Our memories were all restored as well, so hopefully that bodes well.

[bisouled]

Yeah... and all of us came back from the dead, too. I have to say, it was easier the first time for me.

[ but she smiles. It's nice to hear some optimism. ]

[misstrust]

... The amount of you who have died and come back is honestly rather staggering to me.