☠ bloody roses; october

[intostitches]

Who: The Bloody Roses
Where: The Golden Rapier ; Aeolipile Isle
When: October 10 - October 31
What: This here be a catch-all for Bloody Roses shenanigans throughout the rest of the month.
Warnings: Be wary for mentions of death, gore, and cannibalism. Will update as is needed.
Style: We do have an abundance of it, it's true!
Status: Closed to crew, unless otherwise stated.

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closed : lila & yu ; oct. 10 ; friendly chat

open to crew ; oct 13 (morning) ; crew meeting

open ; oct 13 (mid-morning) ; shopping at steampunk island

open to crew ; oct 13 (night) ; yu unwinds

closed : grell & undertaker (open to eavesdroppers?) ; oct 18 ; matters of the heart

Comments

☠ backdated to oct 13; open to crew

[intostitches]

[ Shortly after discussing crew matters with their captain - amongst other things - it had been decided that the matter of speaking with Izanami over the occurrence at Port Chance, and her readiness to publicly betray one of their members should be dealt with presently.

Originally, he had intended to keep his motives concealed for as long as possible, to prevent protests, or the curious from meddling and slowing him down; however, if things should continue to progress in this fashion, then they'll have much more to deal with than a wily crew.

What he hadn't expected during his search for the death goddess, was to find the majority of the bunch accumulated on the deck - Izanamai and Yu, included...

Curiously, his mouth slacks as he glances between their members, and with an absent smile slowly stretches across them, he raises a nail to tap to his lips in question. ]

Well now, what have we here . . .

[Open to Crew] October 13th after the meeting; nighttime

[callmewhateveryuwant]

He was lost for once. The meeting was...eventful to say at least and Yu needed something to clear his head. That and being inside for a long time started to make him go stir crazy. Keeping to himself and kind of hunkered down by some barrels, he surrounded himself with paper and string of all things.

He looked deep in thought as he's making something...looks important.

[Open to those who wanna go SHOPPING!!] October 13th, mid-morning!

[redcinemareel]

[Grell is leading the way to all the stores! This island is quite amazing! Everything is so modern and forward-thinking in comparison to the late 1800s. There was even a shop selling glasses they passed by, and perhaps Grell was staring at it for a long moment, but not stopping inside.

Perhaps later she'll double back. At the moment, there is a store with clothing calling their name!]

[Closed to Yu, NO NOT YOU, YU] Sometime before the meeting by a few days

[nogimmicks]

[ Sick, and on bedrest. Awesome.

Except Lila hates staying in one place, and eventually, finds herself wandering over to Narukami's quarters instead--why? Because she's worried, honestly. She's not wearing much right now but a simple pink nightgown. She's kind of tired. Her powers are a little drained. So her messy brown hair is a little obvious, more than usual, given it's usually tucked under that big witch's hat of hers.

So she will plop down in a chair right next to him. That she may or may not have stolen or dragged here. ]

Hey, Yu-chan. We need to talk. I hope you haven't been doing anything ELSE stupid lately.

Backdated to Oct 18th; closed to Undertaker but open to eavesdroppers!

[redcinemareel]

[Right after this exchange of words, Grell stands on the deck, leaning against the railings of their ship. She's reading over the conversation before shutting the journal audibly with a sigh. Where did they stand? A smile creeps onto her face at what Undertaker would say:

On a ship.

Perhaps she'll go in search of him, but...right after enjoying the sun setting on the horizon.]

open; oct 22 (Evening); event

[thefoglies]

[Izanami could not sleep.]

[It wasn't too much of a shock, really. She hated sleeping; it reminded her too much of how death felt like, and it always put her in a bad mood when she woke up the next morning. So she stayed awake, wandering the deck and trying to find something else to do other than just spend a lot of time with her own private thoughts.]

[She let out a breath, settling down on a step leading up to the wheel, plopping her head in her hands. Mortals were so complicated with all their thoughts and their issues, and now she was waist deep in it herself.]

[A sigh escaped from her... and as if in response, something wispy and white drifted over the railing of the ship. For a moment, Izanami dismissed it... but when more started drifting over onto the deck, she shot up, concerned. This wasn't hers -- obviously -- but this... it was not something that was good, regardless. And...]

[...and she didn't know what to do. Izanami curled her fingers up, feeling frustrated and helpless, before she did the only thing she could think to do: run downstairs and hope someone else was awake.]