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thisavrou_log2016-08-25 01:52 am
accidentalqueen) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-08-25 01:52 am
[closed] there's been some confusion over rooming here at shiz
Who: Queen Medusa, Nux, and
When: backdated to 8/1
Where: Mero Deck #021
What: First meetings of roommates
Warnings: N/A, will update as goes
[ There are certain things queens do not do. They don't wash their own sheets, for instance, or make the bed. They don't pick up and put away their own clothes or do their own laundry. And they do not, under any circumstances, share space with any outside the Royal Family.
Medusa is fortunate in that, instead of being completely clueless about how to fend for herself when there aren't people living to hang on her every whim, she's only somewhat clueless. Her wild days as an amnesiac taught her a measure of self-sufficiency, in a pragmatic and ruthless kind of way, where one simply doesn't care about the feelings of others and prioritizes their needs and survival over anything else. While she might not want to hang up her own clothes or draw her own bath, she can. And if necessary, everything could be dropped at a moment's notice to go on the run.
Which is to say— nothing in the room is essential. But when the captains gave their crew unlimited budgets for personal spending, Medusa took them at their word. Almost every surface in the room is covered in things— organized things, but things nonetheless. There's her bed (theoretically the largest bed, even though logically they are all the same size), with someone's crooked attempts at making it as neatly as possible without any idea as to how. Another bed covered in a pile of clothing, possibly in the midst of being sorted, ranging from the fantastic to practical: dresses in purple and green, ruffled blouses and plain dark tunics. There are boots and shoes stacked along one wall. The spare uniforms issued upon arrival have been tossed with much condescension onto the other bed, rumpled as though someone has crumpled them up and thrown them into the corner and then been forced to try and smooth out the wrinkles.
But there's nothing of personal sentiment, no books, no keepsakes. Nothing that might indicate any personality beyond "fashion conscious, likes clothes". Except for the heavy-handled hairbrush left on the rumpled sheets, filled with bright red strands. (Careful, though. They wiggle.)
This is the space Medusa's made for herself, the one she has no intention of sharing if necessary. Unfortunately, it's about to become necessary. And one could be forgiven for drawing the conclusion that whoever owns all this stuff, they won't be very happy at the prospect of roommates. ]
When: backdated to 8/1
Where: Mero Deck #021
What: First meetings of roommates
Warnings: N/A, will update as goes
[ There are certain things queens do not do. They don't wash their own sheets, for instance, or make the bed. They don't pick up and put away their own clothes or do their own laundry. And they do not, under any circumstances, share space with any outside the Royal Family.
Medusa is fortunate in that, instead of being completely clueless about how to fend for herself when there aren't people living to hang on her every whim, she's only somewhat clueless. Her wild days as an amnesiac taught her a measure of self-sufficiency, in a pragmatic and ruthless kind of way, where one simply doesn't care about the feelings of others and prioritizes their needs and survival over anything else. While she might not want to hang up her own clothes or draw her own bath, she can. And if necessary, everything could be dropped at a moment's notice to go on the run.
Which is to say— nothing in the room is essential. But when the captains gave their crew unlimited budgets for personal spending, Medusa took them at their word. Almost every surface in the room is covered in things— organized things, but things nonetheless. There's her bed (theoretically the largest bed, even though logically they are all the same size), with someone's crooked attempts at making it as neatly as possible without any idea as to how. Another bed covered in a pile of clothing, possibly in the midst of being sorted, ranging from the fantastic to practical: dresses in purple and green, ruffled blouses and plain dark tunics. There are boots and shoes stacked along one wall. The spare uniforms issued upon arrival have been tossed with much condescension onto the other bed, rumpled as though someone has crumpled them up and thrown them into the corner and then been forced to try and smooth out the wrinkles.
But there's nothing of personal sentiment, no books, no keepsakes. Nothing that might indicate any personality beyond "fashion conscious, likes clothes". Except for the heavy-handled hairbrush left on the rumpled sheets, filled with bright red strands. (Careful, though. They wiggle.)
This is the space Medusa's made for herself, the one she has no intention of sharing if necessary. Unfortunately, it's about to become necessary. And one could be forgiven for drawing the conclusion that whoever owns all this stuff, they won't be very happy at the prospect of roommates. ]
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But that doesn't negate the fact this place is confusing too. Full of new sights that he's never dreamt of, people far stranger than anything back home...
And this room--
He stares in wide-eye wonder when he steps in, scans the clothes, the items... and maybe he shouldn't, but he takes a step in to look closer at some of the items, cringing away from the brush with wiggling hair... he's not sure what that is, but touching it seems like a potentially bad idea--]
Where am I supposed to sleep?
[Considering somebody seems to be using another for storage...]