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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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."
Re: [Spam ]
Date: 2025-04-05 04:01 pm (UTC)"Your arrows are much improved," Astarion agrees. "Your archery, too. I enjoy practicing with you."