Rose wakes up to not one, but two horrors. Not only is she in freezing cold water again, reminding her far too well of floating in the North Atlantic, first hearing a chorus of screams for help, too many to be understood, then those voices trailed off slowly as people started to die. Too many to mention went into the ocean, including Jack. Jack, for whom help hadn't arrived in enough time. Jack, who she owed her life to, who'd brought her to life in the first place. She'd been certain she was on the Carpathia amongst the steerage passengers, waiting to disembark, and giving as her family name not the one of her birth, but the one of her choice. Dawson.
But the second horror was beyond her comprehension. Instead of being herself, she was a---a squid? A squid with her mind, her thoughts, her memories? Impossible. Wasn't it? Perhaps she was hallucinating after the trials of the past several days, perhaps it was a bad dream, perhaps perhaps perhaps. But no answers came as she as a squid flailed wildly in the ocean, prompting a friendly stranger to pull her out of the water, becoming herself again.
She's sure she looks a fright, still in the dress she'd been wearing when the Titanic sank with Cal's overcoat on top of that, but she couldn't bring herself to give a damn.
"Thank you. Thank you for rescuing me. Was I--did I--? I couldn't have been a squid...yes?"
Eat Me
Rose was positively starving. The cooks of the Carpathia served them soup while they finished their voyage to New York City and she assumed that someone there would have meals set up for those in need of charity, which right now included her. She'd given it all up, the name, the legacy, the engagement, the debts and was reduced to being penniless (except for the Heart of the Ocean in her pocket, where she planned to keep it) for the first time in her life.
But the food on offer was unlike anything she's ever seen. They looked almost like little cupcakes without the frosting. She tried to not be too obvious in leaning towards the little cupcake things, trying to sniff at them without being too obvious. After all, her existence now relied on the kindness of strangers.
So she turned to the closest one and asked, "Does this make any sense to you? I gather that it's food, but what kind?"
Network: un; briar.rose
i'm afraid i know little of this thing which i have been given. i know little of very nearly everything as it was 1912 when i was taken.
has someone who has been here for a while please assist me with what it is i need to know and how to work this device? i don't have money, but i will owe you a favor.
Rose (deWitt Bukater) Dawson | Titanic | Paleblood (CW: mention of a mass death event)
Rose wakes up to not one, but two horrors. Not only is she in freezing cold water again, reminding her far too well of floating in the North Atlantic, first hearing a chorus of screams for help, too many to be understood, then those voices trailed off slowly as people started to die. Too many to mention went into the ocean, including Jack. Jack, for whom help hadn't arrived in enough time. Jack, who she owed her life to, who'd brought her to life in the first place. She'd been certain she was on the Carpathia amongst the steerage passengers, waiting to disembark, and giving as her family name not the one of her birth, but the one of her choice. Dawson.
But the second horror was beyond her comprehension. Instead of being herself, she was a---a squid? A squid with her mind, her thoughts, her memories? Impossible. Wasn't it? Perhaps she was hallucinating after the trials of the past several days, perhaps it was a bad dream, perhaps perhaps perhaps. But no answers came as she as a squid flailed wildly in the ocean, prompting a friendly stranger to pull her out of the water, becoming herself again.
She's sure she looks a fright, still in the dress she'd been wearing when the Titanic sank with Cal's overcoat on top of that, but she couldn't bring herself to give a damn.
"Thank you. Thank you for rescuing me. Was I--did I--? I couldn't have been a squid...yes?"
Eat Me
Rose was positively starving. The cooks of the Carpathia served them soup while they finished their voyage to New York City and she assumed that someone there would have meals set up for those in need of charity, which right now included her. She'd given it all up, the name, the legacy, the engagement, the debts and was reduced to being penniless (except for the Heart of the Ocean in her pocket, where she planned to keep it) for the first time in her life.
But the food on offer was unlike anything she's ever seen. They looked almost like little cupcakes without the frosting. She tried to not be too obvious in leaning towards the little cupcake things, trying to sniff at them without being too obvious. After all, her existence now relied on the kindness of strangers.
So she turned to the closest one and asked, "Does this make any sense to you? I gather that it's food, but what kind?"
Network: un; briar.rose
i'm afraid i know little of this thing which i have been given. i know little of very nearly everything as it was 1912 when i was taken.
has someone who has been here for a while please assist me with what it is i need to know and how to work this device? i don't have money, but i will owe you a favor.