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Characters: Rose Lalonde and You!
Setting: Around the tower
Format: I'll follow you!
Summary: Rose Lalonde is 35 and confused.
Warnings: Swearing? Mentions of death, mentions of injuries, possibly scars and wounds, idk. Tower stuff.

[Dorm 2-07/closed to John]

It had been a little unsettling. Okay no, that's a lie. It was really fucking unsettling. Waking up laying next to your husband who is suddenly fourteen or something?

But it was a quiet unsettling, so ultimately she continued holding him, staring at the opposite wall as she tried to figure out if something like this had ever happened before. Plenty of gruesome experiments. Plenty of deaths, plenty of tragedies, plenty of mind fucks...

Nope. Nothing like this had ever happened before. So she had no idea what to expect - her Seer's sight was useless - and that made it worse. Pulling the boy a little closer - protectively - Rose buried her face in his hair and sighed. She didn't like where this was going.

"John. Hey. Wake up, sleepy head."

[Lounge - 38]

Oh boy did she need a drink. Today, at the bar sits a six foot tall blonde woman who may or may not look familiar to the tower residents. You would probably recognize her as an older Rose Lalonde. Approach? She seems pretty intent on getting pretty drunk...

[Halls around the tower]

After a decent drink, it was time to find more people. More friends, to be exact, and take a head count. Who is here, who is young again, maybe someone from her time... Finding her friends was important, top of her list of to-do's.

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John knits his eyebrows together, frowning as he tries to bury his face in the blankets. He mutters something that may or may not have been a request for five more minutes but it's hard to be certain. It just as equally could have been a rudely-worded request to go away.

Rose, you of all people should know by now just how hard it is to wake this booger up. Little nudges aren't going to cut it!

Yeah well, it never hurts to try before she has to get rude. How about a few pinches, John? Will that wake your lazy butt up?

"Ow! Quit it!" Whining, he flails a hand vaguely in the air, clearly trying to swat at Rose. But since his eyes are only half open and he's not wearing his glasses, he can't see her at the moment. So he's just kind of guessing.

...and missing horribly.

"Tryin't sleep her, 'kat thanks."

"Well you need to wake up." Oh hey John. That sure is a more mature voice than you're used to, isn't it?

Either way, another pinch. "Come on."

"Mehh." He shifts away from her a little, rubbing vigorously at his eyes in an attempt to get the sleep gunk out of them. "Your voice sounds funny." He opens his eyes, only to immediately squint at Rose's blurred outline. He turns his head, groping at the bedside table for his glasses before continuing.

"Heh, you better not be coming down with a hallici-- JESUS CHRIST." John probably should have finished that sentence before putting his glasses on. Because the sight of his...significantly older fiancee was not what he was expecting to see. Suffice it to say, he's a little caught off guard and nearly topples out of bed. "Rose? Is that really you? What happened?"

Man, listen to that prepubescent voice. Not that...his voice is particularly deep even AFTER puberty but it's probably a little jarring to Rose to hear his voice like this again.

A little, yeah. But that's okay. With a snicker, she sits up and tugs him a bit more onto the bed. "Don't fall out of bed now, and yes. It's really me. However, I believe I should be asking you that last question."

"Huh? Why?" He quirks a brow, but allows himself to be moved away from the edge of the bed. "Who else would I be? Wait..." Eyes going wide, he starts feeling his face before looking down at his own body, convinced for a moment that he would magically be older as well.

But...

"Aw what? This isn't fair, why am I still fourteen?!" He frowns, folding his arms over his chest. "This is bullshit." He wants to be older and hotter too, wtf tower.

There's a moment where she looks a little surprised, but she just laughs at his reaction after that. "John, trust me. Thirty four is no better than fourteen. Even if you are exponentially shorter." And a ruffle of his hair!

"Wait, what? Hold up. You're thirty four? How do you know that?" He's under the impression that she was just magically aged up and would therefore have no idea exactly how old she is. Especially so soon after waking up. But more importantly...

"And how do you know what I look like when I am in my thirties?" That would imply that she's seen him at that age. Which is impossible considering he's...you know. Fourteen. And has been for nearly a year now! They might have to call Dave in to confirm, but John is pretty sure that this is not how time works. You can't be thirty and then fourteen.

"Because we've been here for twenty years." Raising a brow. Well, he must not have been affected by anything, meaning the tower is probably screwing with her. Though she'll still need more to confirm that. Talking with Dave or Jade would help, probably...

That's for later.

"And I'm not thirty four, I'm thirty five."

"Wow, really, thirty five?" His eyes go a little wide as he gives her a quick once-over. "You look pretty good for thirty five, I wouldn't have g-- wow no, I'm getting sidetracked here." He sets his face, looking slightly baffled now...but DETERMINEDLY!!! He is determinedly baffled. "We haven't been here anywhere close to that long. We have even barely been here for two months yet. Wait..." He narrows his eyes suspiciously.

"This isn't some kind of elaborate prank, is it?" He looks around the room, half expecting to see the younger Rose that he's familiar with hiding behind something. He really would not put it past her. "You're not some older lady who just happens to look like Rose or some alternate universe older Rose or something?" He leans down to peek under the bed. Nope. No Teenage Rose down there. Maybe it isn't a prank oh no wait. She could totally be hiding there. He gives Rose a deadpan look and jabs his thumb in the direction of the closet. "Fifteen year old Rose is going to jump out of there isn't she? When it looks like I am actually going to fall for this?"

He just earns another laugh, though it's a little bit more sad compared to her last round. "Mm, no. Unfortunately, this isn't a prank John. Or perhaps fortunately. I don't think I mind seeing younger you again." Just going to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "You have my word as your wife."

"Wait, what?"

Wife? What? You lost him, Rose. You would think that this wouldn't be such a difficult concept to grasp, since marriage is typically what follows engagement, but John appears to be having some trouble with this.

"Yes, wife. You are my fiance, aren't you? Or were you never planning on marrying me?" Chuckling she sits back, holding out her hand. "Here, see? Here's the..." Stopping, she stares at her hand. "Where's my ring?"

"What, no! No that's not it! Of course I planned on it! It's just...strange to hear you actually say it. Since that hasn't happened for me yet? I guess?" How the fuck does this time bullshit work. What is it even.

"Uhm...I don't know. Maybe it fell off while you were sleeping?" He lifts the sheets up, peeking under them for any sign of a ring.

"Maybe..." She crawls out of the bed - careful not to disturb the bedspread - and starts searching from there. "It's never fallen off before."

"Really? Not once in twenty years?" He looks somewhat bemused. The fact that Rose sleeps with her ring on is no surprise. She's been sleeping with the engagement ring on for almost a year now from his perspective. And though it had yet to fall off, he had always assumed it was only a matter of time before it finally slipped off and got lost in the sheets.

"Yes, really." Sigh...she can't find it. "Fuck these beds..."

John's expression turns a little sad. It's not his fault or anything and he knows that but still...it's a shame. Rose is upset and he kind of wanted to see what their future wedding rings look like.

Or would that undo the space time continuum. Is that already undone? See that's why this kid is not the time or space guy. Can you imagine how many dead Johns there would be in that case?

"I'm sure it'll turn up eventually! Maybe somewhere where you aren't expecting it."

Too many.

"I hope so. I would have to hate to kick the ass of any thieves." With a snort she sits back down, finally taking a chance to really look John over. "...you were so small."

"Wow, gee. Thanks for rubbing that in there, Rose. Love you, too."

And after he said she looked good!

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"John, it's nothing to take offense to. It's not like you're all that tall when you're thirty four either." Chuckling, she presses a hand to his cheek, then rests it on his shoulder. "...honestly, it's somewhat of a relief - albeit a little heartbreaking - to see you younger again."

"Aw what? Seriously?! I'm still shorter than you when we're all grown up!?"

Absolute. Bullshit.

Guys are supposed to be taller than girls, especially the ones they're married to!

"Though uh...do I want elaboration on that?"

"Yes, by four inches. And...probably not. But if you want it, I'll tell you." Just going to rest her hands in her lap and scoot a little closer to him. "You should know it's not a pleasant tale though. But I'm sure you are likely expecting it."

"Unless it ends in 'And then we found a way back to Johto' I think that kind of goes without saying. But uh...are you sure you should tell me? Time isn't my thing but isn't that against the rules?"

"Time isn't my thing either, but I'm sure it will be fine if you want to know. Splintered time lines don't really affect anything here. Hell, for all we know we're already in one, so you can't really make it worse."

"Pfft. And here I thought knowing everything about everything was your thing. Guess I was wrong, huh?"

He laughs and sticks out his tongue.

[Hello there, Rose. Now sitting down next to you at the bar is a troll who is, quite literally, twice your size, and he doesn't look too pleased with the universe either. As long as they both had a common goal, he figured, he might as well not be rude about it.]

Good afternoon.

[[Oh. Well then, hello mister tall, dark and trolly. She doesn't seem too intimidated by his size and raises her glass in greeting.]]

Afternoon. I take it you're not exactly here for a drink for drinking's sake.

You'd be correct. [Lacking a glass right now, he flicks a hand in response; but afterward he immediately sets to fixing that problem, and then stares at the wall as he waits.]

I fear the Tower administration may have gone in over their heads again.

I tend to believe they're always in over their heads, but what makes you say that? [[She swirls her glass a little, idly, as she considers the situation that could be in play.]]

True enough. [Hence why he said 'again'.] Well, yesterday I awoke in the middle of the night to a splitting migraine, which is generally my body's way of telling me that someone in the Tower has tampered with Space in an extremely dangerous way. I've heard similar reports from others. It's too early to tell what is going to happen, but something certainly will. Or has already.

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Good intuition. I wish mine were giving me more of a hand, but I can't get a reading on anything at all. At least not anything that could give us insight to what they're doing or planning... [[With a snort, a sip is taken from her glass.]] Does anyone else have any ideas what might be happening?

[Oh, thank the lord, beer. Equius takes it and nods to the barkeep as a form of thanks.]

No, unfortunately it's been more or less the same experience as mine. I did have someone describe it as "the timeline getting assraped with a rusty chainsaw", however, so whatever they're doing has affected both Time and Space. Admittedly not that difficult considering how closely they are connected, but still.

So I take it you're a Space player then. [[Leaning her cheek in her hand, she watches him from a somewhat sideways glance.]] Good to know I wasn't wrong thinking I should go find Dave. You know, I think we need to keep a list of our Sburb and Sgrub players and their abilities. If we have everyone organized, it would likely be a great asset to not only us, but everyone else in the tower.

Right again. [Even though he had mentioned Space once before, though in a context slightly more open to alternative meanings.] Maybe, but making it public invites in the matter of the one person who walks up to a Time player and asks him if he can take them back to this morning so they can avoid tripping down the stairs. [He takes a long, long sip of beer.] Though if you were to make a directory for the sole purpose of showing people who their fellows are, then it certainly wouldn't hurt, no.

[[She's a Light player. She picks up on things.]] Heavens no. The last thing I want is a million people asking me to tell them their fortunes. I meant it purely for our fellow players. We could better organize ourselves in the event we need to provide assistance.

In the case of fortune telling, you might find a reprieve in those who don't believe in the practice and discourage others from doing so. ...But that's never stopped them before, unfortunately. [He pulls a pen and paper out of (supposedly) thin air.] For trolls and other non-humans, we should add blood color and other defining characteristics as well, to avoid confusion.

Exactly. And agreed, though I'm afraid I can't be of too much help in that department if they did not originate from my timeline.

Well, of course. I am the same way. We would need to find someone from every timeline present here if we wanted to have a truly comprehensive list. [Which would be a monumental task in and of itself, but he's going to casually ignore that fact for now. Small steps! So, he went ahead and wrote Equius Zahhak on the top corner of the paper, and then slid it over to Rose.] Write your name. For identification purposes, that is.

[ of course, it's hard to miss one abnormally tall troll sort of drifting her way through the hallway, not when she glows the way this one does. she never really had a reason to learn to turn it off. she never really had a reason to do much of anything, the idleness of the tower had pretty well gotten to her. she had activities she could do, sure, but after fifteen years of little more than the same activities, there didn't seem to be much of a point. she's read most of the books in the library, and how many outfits could she make everyone before she starts repeating herself? the black draped gown with green accents she has now certainly seems good enough for her purposes now.

she hadn't really decided where she was going just yet, she'd just decided to walk because it was preferable to sitting. she'd probably find some answer to produce if asked, but there was nothing really planned. drifting seemed an accurate enough description to her because of this, not the most passive activity she could manage but something very close to it.

she almost doesn't notice rose as she passes, and almost realizes that something's weird about what she does notice until she doesn't. she stops, not to say anything, but just to contemplate the determination rose seemed to be carrying herself with. ]

[[Whether or not she had planned on saying anything at some point, Rose hesitates as well because she may be a little ~~drunk~~ tipsy, but she is pretty sure that was a good friend of hers. Turning around, she smiles when it's confirmed.]]

Kanaya! Wonderful. Just the lady I was looking for.

[ tipsy, well, it's not like kanaya could blame her. how else does one spend her time when there's little more than endless ennui in their future? maybe kanaya should've headed to the bar instead herself.

she frowns thoughtfully. ]

My apologies, I hadn't intended to be so elusive. Was there something you needed?

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