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[roseofthetyrells]

[brightly] Please leave your message after the beep! I look forward to hearing from you. Goodbye!

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backdated to 4/4

[so_dark_a_road]

[ This is later in the day or in the evening, after everybody's gone home. ]

Margaery, I left messages for my brothers, my son, and my cousin. Maglor is going to coordinate the warding of the Sewing Shop with the others. They'll get in touch with you as soon as they're embarked on the project, probably tonight or tomorrow.

How are you doing?

backdated to 4/4

[roseofthetyrells]

[she's curled up in her bed with an extra blanket wrapped around her. for warmth? for protection? who knows?]

Thank you all so very much. It will be a tremendous relief to know that such creatures can never again enter the shop.

I am. . . attempting to cope. I managed to drink a little broth earlier this evening.

[audio] 4/10ish (yay, an inbox appears!)

[synthedick]

Miss Tyrell, it's Nick Valentine. I just wanted to see how you were holding up.

[audio] 4/10ish (took me long enough, right?)

[roseofthetyrells]

Hello, Nick. And I'm [her training to maintain a pleasant mask no matter what wars with her emotions. her emotions win] enduring. It's--proving difficult to feel safe again.

text.

[wantsnudes]

Hello, Queen Margaery. It is I, Yusuke Kitagawa. May I disturb you for just a moment?

text.

[roseofthetyrells]

Of course you may!
What did you want to talk about?

text;

[knockthemdead]

I am not sure if this will reach you from out on the sea, but I wished to check in and ask after you. I hope you are well and safe.

Kravitz.

[so formal. what a nerd.]

text;

[roseofthetyrells]

Hello, Kravitz! I'm currently quite well, though it has been a lot quieter with so many of you gone. How has your voyage been so far?

text:

[itsnotaonesie]

Hey Margaery this is Peter :)

Remember that time when you were telling me about that demon and you were like 'hey run away from this demon'?

What exactly does this demon look like again? Asking for a friend.

text:

[roseofthetyrells]

Hello, Peter! It's good to hear from you.

Yes, how could I forget?

It's rather short with black hair and eyes and a dusky complexion. Is your friend all right? It can be terribly violent.

(Text)

[stonebird]

My lady, are you well? Did you see that the demon has been brought to brief justice? I do worry for you once she frees herself. She does not seem the sort to learn her lesson.

(Text)

[roseofthetyrells]

Yes, I'm quite well. And I did see for myself. I fear for all of us once it breaks free from its prison. It seems rather like putting a bandage to a gut wound. Much as you might wish it otherwise, the wound will fester.

[voice - backdated to mid-Fourth Wall]

[northerndragon]

Margaery.

We need to talk. I'm near the shore near your shop, but I can come to you.

[voice - backdated to mid-Fourth Wall]

[roseofthetyrells]

All right. ["you sound serious" goes unsaid] I'll leave the door unlocked and you can let yourself in.

video (backdated to 12/14)

[so_dark_a_road]

[ His voice is urgent, anxious, and somehow. . . otherworldly. He stands on the tundra plain, but there is something strange about the backdrop. It is the same world and yet isn't. It is as though the whole scene is painted on a rippling veil, and from behind it shines the eerie brilliant light of another world. ]

Margaery?

oh, God, I'm wanting to cry already!

[roseofthetyrells]

[she can't help but notice the otherworldly tone to his voice and she's alarmed. add in the fact that he seems to be in another world and that takes the alarm up to downright upset]

Y--yes?

Voice

[utulien_aure]

Margaery?

[There’s something just slightly off about Fingon’s voice- something too clipped, as though he’s tightly restraining part of himself.]

Are you free at the moment? There is- [His voice catches slightly] I have news for you, and it is the kind better said in person.

Voice

[roseofthetyrells]

[she hears the clipped tone of his voice and fears that it portends nothing good]

...I am. I'm at the house I share. Please feel free to come.

action; 12/11

[hardwearing]

[ Wash enters the sewing shop the day after arrivals, with a large bag over his shoulder. He looks vaguely troubled, but that expression fades away behind a smile for Margaery when he spots her behind her table. ]

Hey Marg. I've got another job for you... I know I can't pay right now, but as soon as the gods get back?

[roseofthetyrells]

[she smiles at Wash. he's always welcome at the Sewing Shop, even when he doesn't have a job to do]

Certainly! At least, I can try? What sort of job did you have in mind?

voice

[uptightness]

Hey. It's Carolina.

[Social interactions, what are they? Combat is easier. Plan, strategize, attack... Bark orders. Follow Orders. Easy!]

You're good with a sword, right? Was looking to work on some of my skills and thought a partner would be beneficial.

voice

[roseofthetyrells]

Hello, Carolina! You're from Wash's world, are you not?

[while she's been trained to charm and cajole and subtly influence from birth]

Well, I don't like to brag [lies. she loves bragging] but I'd like to think I've become adept with one, yes. And I would love to assist you!

Action | Valentine's Day!

[glazedonutholes]

[ It's Valentine's Day and Donut's all buttered up into his latest outfit all white feathers and toga garb. He's got his lucky bow and a slew of orders to fill! So, he does what Gods do best - he takes the easy way out. Being a literal Flower God chosen by Heaven Donut's got a few nifty abilities in times like these where he needs to delivery dozen and dozen of bouquets all in one day! He's like Santa Claus! And like Santa Claus he plays the part and dresses up in the good old white and red! One at a time, he picks up each special bouquet and teleports - bike and all - to each person!

One moment she might be at home, at the store, out hunting - wherever she might be Hadriel's local self-appointed Cupid comes a knocking wearing the traditional garb of his brethren sitting atop a decorated bike. ]

Hiya!

I'm the new Cupid in town with a Special Delivery!

[roseofthetyrells]

[she accepts them gratefully, then draws the flowers up to inhale the fragrance]

Donut, this is so kind of you! Thank you ever so much! They're beautiful.

[Video]

[vocarrah]

Lady Margaery.
[Ianchus isn't his usual overwhelmingly peppy self, but his smile is genuine. He looks...a little tired.]

I wanted to thank you for the gloves. Such incredible work, in such a short a time...Thank you so much. Is there any way I can repay you?

[Video]

[roseofthetyrells]

Ianchus! How are you? [and her smile is warm with a hint of concern in her eyes, given the tiredness in his eyes]

It was my pleasure! And a bit of a challenge as I'd never made gloves before! Normally, I ask for a bolt of fabric from Tranquility but as he's still missing, I'll settle for your company. [she says in a teasing tone]