asgardeventide | Five ☼ Text

Entry tags:

Five ☼ Text

To those who knew him, it seems our distinguished Mr. Dave Strider has returned to his knightly duties.
Given the nature of this place, I cannot promise he will remember you all fondly, but I'm sure if he were present there would be well wishes and heartfelt sentiments for all.

[Rose isn't good at goodbyes; she never was. And all the logical reasoning in the world doesn't get rid of the crushing weight of disappointment. It's easier to hide behind a wall of orchid text and pretend she didn't care. Easier to just be grateful that the whole of the city can't see the way she looks out the window and heaves a low, disappointed sigh, can't notice the dark, tired look in her eyes.]

In other news, I humbly request Asgard's participation in a poll of sorts. You are free to answer anonymously, or filter your reply directly to me, if you are uncomfortable giving your name.

There is of course a medical clinic in our fair city, but naturally, not all wounds are strictly physical. Who among us feels it would be beneficial for there to be a business catering to the softer end of the scientific spectrum?
Specifically psychoanalysis.
Furthermore, I must request knowledge on if anyone here is familiar with such practices and is able to efficiently provide therapeutic comfort to a person should they come seeking help.
I thank you for your cooperation.

To those who knew him, it seems our distinguished Mr. Dave Strider has returned to his knightly duties.
Given the nature of this place, I cannot promise he will remember you all fondly, but I'm sure if he were present there would be well wishes and heartfelt sentiments for all.

[Rose isn't good at goodbyes; she never was. And all the logical reasoning in the world doesn't get rid of the crushing weight of disappointment. It's easier to hide behind a wall of orchid text and pretend she didn't care. Easier to just be grateful that the whole of the city can't see the way she looks out the window and heaves a low, disappointed sigh, can't notice the dark, tired look in her eyes.]

In other news, I humbly request Asgard's participation in a poll of sorts. You are free to answer anonymously, or filter your reply directly to me, if you are uncomfortable giving your name.

There is of course a medical clinic in our fair city, but naturally, not all wounds are strictly physical. Who among us feels it would be beneficial for there to be a business catering to the softer end of the scientific spectrum?
Specifically psychoanalysis.
Furthermore, I must request knowledge on if anyone here is familiar with such practices and is able to efficiently provide therapeutic comfort to a person should they come seeking help.
I thank you for your cooperation.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

[ she and Dave shared their placement in Freyr house -- in their time in Asgard combined with the year on the meteor, the friendship between her and the male human had grown. even if he was a bit irritating at times, it was a friendship nonetheless.

as a troll she's never had a brother, or even "family" of the same race. she'd be lying if she said she knew how Rose felt, but even through her text it's obvious that it must hurt at least a little. ]

Are You Going To Be All Right

[ she'll check up on her, at the very least. ]

[It's harder for Rose to respond to genuine concern. She spent years blocking off the part of her that cried out for family and comfort, and yes, it was a long day she had before she arrived here in Asgard but it wasn't quite enough to undo years of brushing people away from places she'd rather not touch. She'd rather protect herself with lavender text and barbed words.]

I'm fine, Kanaya.

[There's a demon in the video, lying on a decrepit, gray and threadbare couch. She's looking up at the ceiling, and thank god she's dressed again. Her lips are curled up in a vicious rictus of a sneer.

Dave was nothing to her. She didn't even know him. The other, however, was funny.]

Ooooh, does this mean I get to lie on a couch in front of a gray haired old man and tell him all about my daddy issues and cigars in my dreams? Count me in as completely on board with this idea!

[Pity her counselor. She was looking forward to breaking their mind.]

[ and that's what worries her the most. she'll persist -- it's in her nature, after all. she did the same with the trolls, and even though most of the time it was true when they called her a meddler, sometimes they were just acting like Rose. closed off, even when they needed a bit of relief. ]

Are You Sure
Im Only A Short Ways Away

[ she cares about her. she wants her to really be fine. she'll keep her company if she requests it. ]

Leave her alone, Samantha.

[ this? this isn't something she likes. she knows that Rose can take care of herself, but she won't sit by and watch her be belittled with what's just happened. ]

Edited 2012-07-17 21:48 (UTC)

Kanaya... my, my. I seem to have caught your attention, have I? Are you offering to entertain me in her place?

[And here she hadn't really planned to go much further with her little tease. But the pale little troll had gone and piped up.]

I'm afraid that most consider me to be quite boring. I'll simply ask you to take your boredom somewhere else.

Edited 2012-07-17 21:56 (UTC)

[Rose isn't any stranger to derision or belittling of her interests; it takes more than a couple of snide remarks to hurt her feelings. Dave's disappearance may have temporarily taken some of the bite out of her, but it's not enough for this to send her crying from her bracelet.]

I can't promise you an elderly therapist unless one volunteers, but should that not be the case, I would be more than willing to expound upon your parental obstacles in life and the phallic imagery of your dreams.

I... am not like most people, Kanaya. You will find that what I find entertaining varies quite heavily from the norm.

[she seemed to piece something together, and her lips curled upwards, fangs showing as she purred.]

Oh, were you referring to my little request earlier?

[Snark back, and educated snark at that. She was positively twitterpated. And just for that, she'd send back a text.]

Oooh, and here your little friend was worried about you. You're more than capable of handling yourself, aren't you? Either way, my vote stays. Far too many hangups among our neighbors, I say, not to get a good bit of mileage out of it.

I might even take you up on that someday.

I'm not a therapist, aha, but...I can listen? I don't know if that counts, but I can lend an ear to anyone who needs it.

[Kanaya might have made a good human.

Rose might have made a good troll; she's far too proud to beg for company, even if she needs it.]

It's not as though he's been killed. [John returned. Sollux returned. And so have so many others.

But it made this no less hurtful.]

so hes gone too
it seems this place doesnt like our kind hangign around for v long huh

I don't care, and I'll say it again. Take it somewhere else.

[ but that makes her raise an eyebrow. ] Request?

[she waved away the other comment. She was done talking to Rose at this point. The girl had proven mildly entertaining, but trolling took so much brainpower sometimes. Tormenting Rose would take far too much of her brain to be worth the effort.]

mmmm? Oh, I was seeking a playmate not that terribly long ago. There are a few ... entertaining souls roaming around this place, if you look hard enough. It's just a question of staying power.

One of the most important skills a counselor can offer is the ability to listen.
Not that I would advise you to thrust yourself into the affairs of an emotionally tormented individual, but it's a fair start.

So it seems, though some return in a more timely manner than others.
Dave arrived here before me. I wonder when my time will draw to a close.

I've had time to hone my defenses against the antagonistic inclinations of bored individuals.
My gratitude for your say in the matter. I'm available on call, though if you arrive without an appointment, I'll be forced to charge an additional fee.

[Oh, she was going to remember that. There was a temptation to make a sudden appointment right now, just to see how Rose reacted, if she squirmed. At the same time, she was tempted to flirt with the furious protector. Oh what a tearing sensation, a vampire or an intelligent shrink head to toy with. Making a note to remember Rose, she cut the feed off and giggled.

How cruel that they were making her decide. She wanted to toy with them all!]

dont say that
anyway i guess theres a chance that they coudl all come back so weve just gotta hope for that

[ After two months of not consulting, this sounds like the best idea that was ever expressed on the network, ok. ]

I would really appreciate if there was a service for those of us who are in high need of assistance...

[ A small pause, to check if she filtered the feed right. ] ... I had a therapist back home. The lack of a helpful figure like that for two months took almost a toll on me on certain days, so... uhm, I might request those services.

... HE LEFT?

According to my information, yes.

Apologies. It's my duty as a Seer of Light to be aware of all possibilities.
I suppose it will allow our relationship to become a bit more frivolous should he return without the baggage of witnessing my head explode.

[Not that he hasn't already seen her death, but that was different.]

[Baw, Hanako. :c]

In my opinion, if even one person expresses the idea that such a service would be beneficial to them, then that is more than enough to pursue the business.

[She paused. Professional words of comfort came easier to her than words of friendship. Therapy was cool and clinical. That was easy. Words from the heart were not.]

...I don't know precisely when this may come to fruition, but until then, I am available. While I don't have the qualifications of your previous therapist, I will do what I can.

There's more than enough material in the library to continue my education, after all.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 1 of 4

Five ☼ Text

text; locked

text; locked

Video

text; locked

Video ; /THREADJACKS ;__;

Video - Oh, she earns it. She's not even good at trolling

Video

Text

Video

Text

voice

text; locked

no subject

Video

Video

text

no subject

Text

Not quite here

no subject

[Audio] | Private because reasons

no subject

no subject

no subject

[Audio] | Private