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mama - victoria desange

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[The device is upside down. The room it shows belongs to someone who really loves to draw. There are pictures everywhere that were clearly drawn by a kid and said child is offscreen somewhere, coughing a lot.]

Ugh.

[She doesn't like this at all. Bare feet rush past the device, more coughing and some sneezing thrown in for good measure and a tin of colored pencils hits the floor. The owner of the pencils and the aforementioned feet appears on camera long enough to clean up the mess before they disappear again.

For a moment.

Victoria's face appears on screen and this time, it's clear she's aware the device turned on.

She's paler than usual and looks tired, hair a mess and her nose is a bit red from frequent contact with a tissue.

Quietly, she reaches over with one multi-colored hand and switches the feed off but not before there's another fit of coughing from a kid who quite obviously has a cold.

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[The most paternal/elder-brother worried face ever.]

Oh, kiddo. Not you too.

My stomach feels weird.

[But don't worry. If she has to throw up, she'll run to the bathroom. THat much, at the very least, she is capable of.]

[...kid barf. Fantastic. On the verge of destroying the universe and he has to put up with kid barf. It's hilarious. It's like...I don't know, monster infants with an inclination to shit all over whoever's minding them. Kids.]

You stay put, kiddo. I'll be home as fast as I can, okay?

[Kid, you are unwittingly putting a damper on some well-laid plans...]

You don't have to come home.

[She's fine. She's more than fine. She...wants to just lie down on the floor because the floor feels nice.]

What do I do when my stomach feels like this?

[How can she fix it before anything gross happens?]

If you're sick, I think I'd better. It's no good to be sick by yourself. That's just awful.

[There's something hilariously ridiculous about this. It'd be easy to make some remark about cosmic jokes and so on. But there may be vomit in his near future, so it might be best to hold off on those for a while.]

Well, you don't eat anything, that's for sure. Just try to lie real quiet. And I suspect you'll feel better...sooner or later.

[Depending on when and how nature takes its course.]

[Fiiiine. Come home if you must. She's fine. Gosh.

And she gets what he's saying, so she just makes a face. A slight furrowing of eyebrows and a faint frown. No, she doesn't like anything about right now at all.]

[Poor Rapunzel is still fading in and out of solidness and visibility, but she can still see Victoria's drawings.]

I like your drawings...they're really good.

[Poor kid looks sick...if Rapunzel's hair was working right, she'd try to help. But, as it stands, none of her is really working right at the moment.]

[Victoria notices the fading and is instantly concerned. Despite the way her stomach feels, she has to ask. Just to be sure.]

Are you a ghost?

No...not normally, anyway...

What are you normally?

...solid...?

[Victoria tilts the camera, trying to get a better look at Rapunzel. Not that this does much.]

Will you be okay?

[Rapunzel's face falls, and she shrugs, flickering again.]

I don't know...I hope so...

Me, too.

[Mostly because you're worrying her.]

What's your name?

I'm Rapunzel. What's your name?

((Eeee, I loved Mama.))

[Naoi is too tired to talk, but typing requires that he squint at all of these letters he's typing and he's too bleary-eyed right now to manage it.

So he leaves it on video, even though there's not much to see. He's just lying in bed, flopped over a pillow, hair plastered with sweat, and looking exhausted.]

... hey. Haven't seen you before.

[His voice is a bit muffled due to the pillow, so he lifts his head a bit, shifting so he's easier to hear.]

... Is there anyone with you... to take care of you?

((It was beautiful.))

[Victoria flops on the floor near the device, moving over to look at who is talking to her.

Hello, new face. She studies him carefully as she does everyone, tempted to move away and just not talk but he asked an important question.]

Mister Fletcher is coming home.

((It really was! Rarely do I genuinely love horror movie characters and hope they come out alright. Victoria and Lilly are also interesting choices for main characters; well-written feral (or half-feral) characters are the best! ♥ ~~Right, back to tagging.~~))

[Naoi is half-relieved she won't be alone, half-suspicious.]

... and— is he a doctor? Someone you know... can you trust this person?

[He can't make out much, his vision blurring too frequently, but he can tell she's young: even younger than he was. Naoi is hardly what anyone could call compassionate: he took pleasure in others' suffering, bloodshed and violence didn't faze him, but he didn't like seeing someone sick. Maybe it was tied up in self-preservation rather than kindness, but for whatever reason, he couldn't ignore her.]

He's my friend.

[Victoria rolls onto her back and frowns at the ceiling. She's focused on willing her stomach to cooperate for a moment. Be right with you.]

What's your name?

You call your friend Mister? [That strikes him as strange; aren't foreigners more casual than that?]

... Naoi.

[He stops to clear his throat.]

It's Naoi Ayato.

Who're you?

He's a grown-up.

[This explains everything, in her opinion.]

Victoria Desange.

... [Aaaand he doesn't want to leave her alone with a grown-up who isn't family or a doctor because he's suspicious. Maybe he should just keep talking to her even when this guy shows up.]

Bi...Biku-toria. [The name doesn't exactly roll off his tongue, but it's still understandable.] Got it.

How long...'ve you been here? Haven't seen you before.

Just a couple weeks.

You?

A little over three months.

I didn't— [Another cough.] Think this place would take in someone so young... [Never mind that he looks like he's in his early-to-mid-teens, at least he's old enough to fend for himself. This he finds rather cruel.]

That's a long time.

[Cue mildly worried face. And then some coughing of her own.]

It's fine, there's nothing for me to— return to. [His throat is getting kind of dry, speaking is becoming a little troublesome.]

That sounds fairly awful.

I'm fine.

[...of course, this is followed by a load of coughing that Victoria chooses to ignore in favor of sorting through colored pencils for the perfect one. She suddenly wants to draw whoever this kid is. It's a fair enough distraction from feeling as ill as she does.]

Sure you are. That's why you sound like a walking case of tuberculosis.

[He's just going to give her a Look.] There's a doctor in this place, you know, a couple of them. Perhaps you ought to visit.

I don't want to see a doctor.

{She's not a fan at all.]

People do not want to do half the things in life that they must, you know. Like brush one's teeth or ah- not get caught stealing.

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