[The shift is terrible to bear. Rosamund shivers on the spot. She looks to the blood in hands. Then to Nodd, to Amalthea.
And then...oh god no.]
Yuri!
[Rosamund rushes, her own panic forgotten for the moment as she kneels to help her friend.
Swirling in their minds, they may remember the true version of this memory. A deal struck with a person not once seen within, and the acceptance of her fate thereafter.]
[ nodd releases rosamund once they awaken(?) in the garden which becomes the ship. he would have hung onto her while the vines eclipsed them as well, intent on appealing to spirit over fighting the memory mansion on its own terms.
but, thankfully, rosie broke free of the farce.
he hurries to yuri. his own aches from reliving an old beating are truly faded. rosamund's door cured him well enough to fit the setting of a party and then he was merely scratched by the thorns.
We should get her back and to the medbay.
[ assuming her injuries are sticking around??? aahhh!!! ]
[ The previous doors were fickle, changing Yuri's appearance to however it suited them at the time. Alex's blood still soaked her clothes, a faint scent of pine, and the injuries of the briars all stick to Yuri. The first aid that Amalthea gets helps a little, but now that the briars are gone and nothing is plugging her wound, she is... bleeding out. (yay) She feels lightheaded...
Though she sees the true memory for Rosamund, she can't bring herself to comment on it right now. She just needs to focus on staying awake and alive. ]
[ NAUR... HOW IS SHE SUPPOSED TO REACT TO BOTH THE MEMORY AND YURI BLEEDING OUT. Quickly, she wraps Yuri up tight and snug. ]
Okay, Yuri! Hang in there! Stay awake, okay?!
[ Amalthea will let Nodd and Rosamund help. Pressure! Pressure! Hold the pressure while she takes out what looks like an epipen (do not ask me the science) and gives Yuri a little shot near the injury. It should stabilize her until they get back to the Eudora. So off-schedule dying today. ]
[Memory is not important their goodest girl is McDying.
Or not, thanks to some fast acting and modern medicine, the blood is staved and the wound is cared for as best as it can be before they return. Rosamund brushes the hair from Yuri's forehead, resting her head in her lap as they make their return.]
I'm sorry, Yuri, I thought it was going to be something different. [More along the lines of Nodd's, a battle gone horrifically wrong. Foolish of her to think she could predict the manor's moves.] I fell for it and let you get hurt.
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And then...oh god no.]
Yuri!
[Rosamund rushes, her own panic forgotten for the moment as she kneels to help her friend.
Swirling in their minds, they may remember the true version of this memory. A deal struck with a person not once seen within, and the acceptance of her fate thereafter.]
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but, thankfully, rosie broke free of the farce.
he hurries to yuri. his own aches from reliving an old beating are truly faded. rosamund's door cured him well enough to fit the setting of a party and then he was merely scratched by the thorns.
We should get her back and to the medbay.
[ assuming her injuries are sticking around??? aahhh!!! ]
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Though she sees the true memory for Rosamund, she can't bring herself to comment on it right now. She just needs to focus on staying awake and alive. ]
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Okay, Yuri! Hang in there! Stay awake, okay?!
[ Amalthea will let Nodd and Rosamund help. Pressure! Pressure! Hold the pressure while she takes out what looks like an epipen (do not ask me the science) and gives Yuri a little shot near the injury. It should stabilize her until they get back to the Eudora. So off-schedule dying today. ]
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Or not, thanks to some fast acting and modern medicine, the blood is staved and the wound is cared for as best as it can be before they return. Rosamund brushes the hair from Yuri's forehead, resting her head in her lap as they make their return.]
I'm sorry, Yuri, I thought it was going to be something different. [More along the lines of Nodd's, a battle gone horrifically wrong. Foolish of her to think she could predict the manor's moves.] I fell for it and let you get hurt.