Got a gift from a friend

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Characters: Veronica and whoever
Setting: Room 1-17, anywhere else
Format: action brackets, will follow
Summary: Veronica discovers her first regain
Warnings: Usual tower warnings

Room 1-17

[The thing about being trapped in your room for five days was that you had to go back eventually. Veronica hadn't seen any odd things in the room since being freed, but still that was just another reason to stay away.

But here Veronica was, back in the dorms once again, sitting on her new bed. At the very least, the room had been fixed and all the debris had been cleared away. Having been struck with a thought, she hurried to her trunk to check if everything was still there.

She flipped the lid and peered inside. Everything seemed to be intact, the grenades were still there, the first aid pack was still full, and the necklace was....

Veronica froze. Reaching down with shaky hands, she lifted the necklace out of the trunk, handling it as delicately as humanly possible. It was a crystal fluorite necklace, simple in design but quite pretty. She just... sat there, holding it in her hands, staring down at it with a mixture of confusion and despair.

How could it be here? It had been destroyed.

Veronica shook violently, holding it close.]

Elsewhere

[Eventually, Veronica decided she needed air. So, with necklace in her pocket, Veronica wandered off into the tower. What the Frankenstein girl might be doing will vary from floor to floor, but in general she'll be acting very distracted and depressed. Every so often she'll stop and reach into her pocket, seemingly checking for something before continuing on.]

Comments

Morgue?

[bashfulshifter]

[Hey remember that time Rick got a regain and was really distracted about it and he said Veronica would handle getting something from home better than he would?]

[As he sees her through the door, Rick might already be questioning this.]

...A-Afternoon, Veronica. [The blonde man waves, but his face quickly falls when he notices the very obviously not-pleasant expression his friend has.] Are...A-Are you o-okay? Did s-something happen?

Morgue

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Normally, Rick might have been right. But this was different.

Oddly, Veronica's wanderings had led her to the morgue. Alas, she was too out of it to focus on working today.]

Uh... yeah, hey Rick...

[She tries to give Rick a smile, to assure him things were okay. But they sort of weren't.]

I-I'm fine. I just... I don't know...

[bashfulshifter]

[The blonde man promptly sets down his cleaning implements and approaches, concern knitting his brow. He is obviously not convinced.]

--H-Hey--what's w-wrong? [A cautious hand reaches out to pat her shoulder.] Do you w-wanna t-talk about it?

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[She looked down at her hands as he patted her shoulder, both hands were together, covering something.]

I... I...[Did she want to talk about it? Would that really help? Would it hurt any more if she did?]

...I... found something in my trunk that wasn't there before...

[bashfulshifter]

[And it clicks. Rick looks down at her hands, looks back up, nods slowly.]

...I u-understand.

[It's about all he can offer without prying; besides, Veronica knows what he means.]

We...you d-don't have to go into d-detail if you d-don't want to...j-just sit d-down for a m-minute. Please.

[The idea of Veronica wandering onto a floor full of monsters without realizing it makes Rick very anxious. At least this way he can keep her close, make sure she's safe.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Veronica didn't say anything. She slowly stepped into the morgue and found a chair. Sitting down, she kept her eyes on her hands, still cupped around the item.]

...I...

[She was lost and confused. It was probably a good thing that Rick told her to sit down, she might have hurt herself otherwise. But now she was confused. She needed to talk to someone, this wasn't easy to hold in.]

R-rick... I-I don't know what to think of it...

[bashfulshifter]

[Rick keeps his distance to start off with--he doesn't want to seem intrusive, nor does he want to overwhelm her. Instead he waits until Veronica finds a chair and makes herself comfortable, at which point he grabs a chair of his own and slides it next to hers, quietly sits and threads his fingers together.]

...Well...w-what are you th--thinking r-right now?

Halls somehwere

[pure_as_snow]

[Iri has been returning to her own room upon spying a rather distraught Veronica out of the corner of her eye. Having been through her own struggle with the sad truth of this place as of late, she could help herself but wonder what had brought this small girl so much sadness.]

Is something wrong?

[Iri asked with a concerned look, the very same she had used long ago when Illya was crying or hurt.]

Halls somehwere

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Having taken a seat against the wall, Veronica looked up at Iri. She was hiding it well, but the sadness and exhaustion could be seen in her eyes.]

O-oh, hello.

....[Slowly, she nodded.] Y-yeah, you could say that.

[pure_as_snow]

Would you like to talk about it? I've found people often feel better after sharing with others.

[Irisviel spoke with the authority and grace of a woman and mother of some years as she maintained eye contact with Veronica. She wanted to help, even if she didn't know how just yet.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[The woman's tone was something new to Veronica. It was commanding, but at the same time there was a deep caring behind it. Sort of like Fran when she was in a more caring mood, or Adorea. Compelled, Veronica nodded slowly.]

I... I suppose that could help.

[pure_as_snow]

All right then, why don't we go sit down somewhere and talk for awhile, we can go to my room if you like. And I'm sure you'll feel much better after you let put everything out into the open.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[She nodded again and stood up.]

Alright, to your room then.

Elsewhere! \o

[cursedchosen]

[Zelos was out for air when he noticed the strange, patchworked girl. She looked pretty down; maybe he could help cheer her up?]

Everything alright there, beautiful?~

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[She looks up from her dazed wandering to look at the odd fellow.

She looks around, then weakly points to herself.

Was he talking to her?]

[cursedchosen]

Yes. Here, beautiful, this is for you.

[Have a rose, compliments of the chosen. <3]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Veronica states at the rose for a moment, slowly reaching out and taking it.

She didn't know what to say. She was stumped.]

Uh, t-thank you. But why?

i am so so sorry OTL

[cursedchosen]

So you can turn that frown upside down. I bet you're cute as a button when you smile.

[<3]

No your not

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[...Well then. That certainly got her mind off of her other problem for the moment.

She nearly jumped, a deep red spreading across her face. It was pretty adorable actually.]

W...wha... Wha...?!

room 1-17

[undefines]

[Nue is very rarely in their shared room more often than she has to be, but she does occasionally return there to sleep. She also sleeps chiefly during the day, so Veronica is in the midst of having her moment when she decides to stroll in.]

[The height of sensitivity, as always, she asks:]

Hey, what's your problem?

[ ooc: Also, look this over please! ]

Re: room 1-17

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Veronica looks up briefly from her breakdown to see another person standing in the room. She wasn't Merciless though, another roommate?

It was... a girl. Pretty plain looking. She looked normal, but Veronica could never fully believe that about anyone.]

Oh...[She sniffled, covering the necklace with both hands.] I uh, found something in my trunk that wasn't there before.

[undefines]

Oh? [Nue zips up to Veronica — apparently, she's very agile — and promptly invades her personal space. She leans in close and squints, but it's hard to say whether that's at her words or the the stitches lining her face.] I've never found anything in mine.

[...Because she's rarely ever there, and she never actually looks in her trunk, seeing as she has the things that had come with her on her person at all times.]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[She moves back a little, keeping the item, a crystal necklace, close to her.]

Well, I did oddly enough. It's a thing that I had back home.

[undefines]

[Nue, sadly, does not respond as is probably appropriate to Veronica trying to reassert her personal space. Her eyes widen at the answer given, and she zips in even closer.]

Really? What is it?

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[She moves back a little more still. Begrudgingly though, she shows her the necklace.]

I-It's a crystal flourite n-necklace. A friend back home gave it to me.

....She's dead now.