She's learned to navigate this space as quickly as she has any other, despite... distractions. It means she's not far behind even as she weaves in and out of the fringe of the crowd, for the most part.
She's changed clothes again, her pack and her own worn button down over the top, but a pair of low-slung and very tight jeans with sparkling fringe down the outer seams and a bright yellow top that might very well just be a scarf twisted over itself under that.
Someone painted her face with flowers and starbursts, and her thick, dark hair is down over her shoulders, and she's grinning when she spots them and darts over.
"There you are." She sounds like she's been looking for them for days, and throws one arm around each of them immediately. "We've been helpful enough for a trip. We get to have fun now."
Jacob is a little behind Astarion, but he has a ring of keys that he's twirling in his fingers. A job well done.
He glances immediately to Astarion, though, when he spots their flowery little hippie. "Well look at that," he mutters just as she comes in to embrace them.
"I got us a car," he says, holding up the keys. "And I'm driving, so let's get the hell out of here."
Astarion kisses her temple. He's sobered up since his sampling of a fellow
tourist, and with Rosita sounding a little under the influence, he's
feeling rather protective of her. He takes her arm lightly so they can
follow Jacob to the car he's acquired.
"Perfect. Is there anything specific you'd like to do in the city?" he asks
them both.
She likes it; she likes the edge being gone and feeling comfortable in her own personhood, her own skin again - not just comfortable but reveling. And she likes the edge it brings out in the other two in turn, she'll admit to herself later.
Right now she's just smiling and ready for an adventure, though, and she leans on Astarion while nudging Jacob a bit in the direction she happens to be facing.
"Shopping," she says immediately, and with a finality that insinuates it's a single, straightforward activity. "And a spa day. And a really, really high rise. Not in that order, but we have a city we can go to, without a river of dead people beside it."
"The lady wants shopping," Jacob teases lightly, leading the way around the
back of the stage towards a sea of cars parked in every part.
He ultimately guides them to a Ford Bronco, obnoxious orange only dulled by
splattered mud from the "road." He opens the back door as he passes before
hopping in the driver's seat.
"You can both fit back there or one of you can ride shotgun," he tells
them.
She grins when she sees it, and heads for the door handle.
"Climb up, see for yourself," she invites Astarion, opening the door for him before climbing in back herself. "He drives, you cover." She mimes an invisible shotgun, taking a shot with it with a soft sound effect, almost to herself.
"Exactly," he tells him, sliding into the driver's seat and running his
hands along the wheel. "But now it just means you get to sit up front and
give me snacks."
He grins. "It's been way too long since I've been behind a wheel."
He looks back to Rosita. "Make yourself comfortable back there. It's gonna
be a couple hours."
Jacob turns the key, flips the switch on the radio, and turns it up.
"He's hotter with a bow," he remarks, then, after a quick refresher on how
to fucking drive as they pull out of the mass of cars, he finds the main
road and takes off.
"No, you need a hunting rifle," she insists, and then she's thrown around a bit by Jacob's adjustment to the truck, the suspension, and she laughs as she rights herself.
"Try one anyway. Crossbow's probably better in the long run. I almost know how to make arrows now."
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Date: 2025-03-27 02:10 am (UTC)Re: [ Audio ]
Date: 2025-03-27 08:47 am (UTC)Absolutely. That city which isn't too far away? New somewhere.
Re: [ Audio ]
Date: 2025-03-27 01:44 pm (UTC)[She gets distracted for a moment humming a few bars of it, then seems to remember herself.]
We need money. I have some! But not enough for a room and shopping.
Re: [ Audio ]
Date: 2025-03-27 02:45 pm (UTC)I have enough. Managed to fix up a few broken ass trucks.
Re: [ Audio ]
Date: 2025-03-27 02:48 pm (UTC)I have plenty!
It was...also acquired by legitimate means.
Re: [ Audio ]
Date: 2025-03-27 10:31 pm (UTC)Mine wasn't.
Don't tell Godric. I'm still trying to graduate.
Re: [ Audio ]
Date: 2025-03-27 10:33 pm (UTC)My lips are sealed. Let's steal a car and get out of here.
Did you get into the weed?
Re: [ Audio ]
Date: 2025-03-27 11:18 pm (UTC)Is that what the smell is? Rather an unprepossessing name for the stuff.
Re: [ Audio ]
Date: 2025-03-27 11:42 pm (UTC)I mean the smell, yes. But they called this Shimmer.
I feel like a moonbeam.
Re: [ Audio ]
Date: 2025-03-27 11:46 pm (UTC)Jesus...
Meet me by the east side of the stage.
Re: [ Audio ]
Date: 2025-03-27 11:50 pm (UTC)I'll see you there, my loves.
[He is, in fact, not far away and will appear in about five minutes.]
[ Audio ~~~> Spam ]
Date: 2025-03-28 01:50 pm (UTC)She's changed clothes again, her pack and her own worn button down over the top, but a pair of low-slung and very tight jeans with sparkling fringe down the outer seams and a bright yellow top that might very well just be a scarf twisted over itself under that.
Someone painted her face with flowers and starbursts, and her thick, dark hair is down over her shoulders, and she's grinning when she spots them and darts over.
"There you are." She sounds like she's been looking for them for days, and throws one arm around each of them immediately. "We've been helpful enough for a trip. We get to have fun now."
[Spam ]
Date: 2025-03-28 01:55 pm (UTC)He glances immediately to Astarion, though, when he spots their flowery little hippie. "Well look at that," he mutters just as she comes in to embrace them.
"I got us a car," he says, holding up the keys. "And I'm driving, so let's get the hell out of here."
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-03-28 01:59 pm (UTC)Astarion kisses her temple. He's sobered up since his sampling of a fellow tourist, and with Rosita sounding a little under the influence, he's feeling rather protective of her. He takes her arm lightly so they can follow Jacob to the car he's acquired.
"Perfect. Is there anything specific you'd like to do in the city?" he asks them both.
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-03-28 03:04 pm (UTC)Right now she's just smiling and ready for an adventure, though, and she leans on Astarion while nudging Jacob a bit in the direction she happens to be facing.
"Shopping," she says immediately, and with a finality that insinuates it's a single, straightforward activity. "And a spa day. And a really, really high rise. Not in that order, but we have a city we can go to, without a river of dead people beside it."
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-03-28 03:11 pm (UTC)"The lady wants shopping," Jacob teases lightly, leading the way around the back of the stage towards a sea of cars parked in every part.
He ultimately guides them to a Ford Bronco, obnoxious orange only dulled by splattered mud from the "road." He opens the back door as he passes before hopping in the driver's seat.
"You can both fit back there or one of you can ride shotgun," he tells them.
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-03-28 03:13 pm (UTC)"Your choice, darling," Astarion tells Rosita, though he looks baffled. "What in the world is 'riding shotgun'?"
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-03-29 10:18 am (UTC)"Climb up, see for yourself," she invites Astarion, opening the door for him before climbing in back herself. "He drives, you cover." She mimes an invisible shotgun, taking a shot with it with a soft sound effect, almost to herself.
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-03-29 12:11 pm (UTC)"Exactly," he tells him, sliding into the driver's seat and running his hands along the wheel. "But now it just means you get to sit up front and give me snacks."
He grins. "It's been way too long since I've been behind a wheel."
He looks back to Rosita. "Make yourself comfortable back there. It's gonna be a couple hours."
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-03-29 08:22 pm (UTC)Astarion carefully gets himself situated. It's comfy.
"Just as well you don't actually need cover. I'd struggle to draw a bow in here," he jokes.
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-04-04 01:50 pm (UTC)"Tell me the radio works, and we'll be good."
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-04-04 01:53 pm (UTC)Jacob turns the key, flips the switch on the radio, and turns it up.
"He's hotter with a bow," he remarks, then, after a quick refresher on how to fucking drive as they pull out of the mass of cars, he finds the main road and takes off.
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-04-04 02:00 pm (UTC)"Maybe a crossbow," he says thoughtfully. "I have had a turn with a...revolver, I think they're called? I didn't care for the way it kicked back."
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-04-05 12:00 pm (UTC)"Try one anyway. Crossbow's probably better in the long run. I almost know how to make arrows now."
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-04-05 12:16 pm (UTC)"Your arrows weren't bad a year ago," he points out. "They're fine now."
He shifts and rolls down his window, enjoying the semblance of freedom.
"I think we can make a crossbow happen."
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