[sticky entry] Sticky: Tisarwat's Voicemail.

Aug. 27th, 2019 12:32 pm
lilac_eyed_lieutenant: (listening)
"This is voice message inbox for Lieutenant Tisarwat. Please leave your message, and I will hopefully be able to retrieve it, but this technology seems incredibly archaic, I just hope it works."

**BEEP**

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lilac_eyed_lieutenant: (x doubt)
Even though Tisarwat was pretty sure it hadn't been the scones she brought home from J,GoB that Sunday, Lucille actually did cease to be a snake shortly after, and, though they'd barely had enough time since then to help her get more familiar with being back in human skin again, there had been a revisit of the idea that Tisarwat had had, that with Seivarden still in space, and the Chocobros now off to do their own thing back on their planet, the apartment above Lucille's shop was just sitting there unoccupied, which seemed like a waste and a shame, especially since it was right there above Lucille's shop.

If anything, there should really be someone to keep an eye on the place until Seivarden got back. If she got back. And since they only needed the one bedroom themselves, the spare could still be available in the event that any of the chocobros (or, let's face it, if Gladio, since the others had their other options now) needed it for whatever reason. It was already furnished, too, and with consideration to a Radchaai taste (although Tisarwat would want to do some modernizing; Seivarden was so old-fashioned), so all they really needed to do was move most of their personal affects and some of the pieces they couldn't quite part with, which made the task of dragging everything over to the new apartment a little easier.

Until, of course, they got to the piano.

That was going to be a problem.

But they couldn't not have the piano! But neither of them would be even remotely capable of carrying it halfway across the island. And just as Tisarwat was thinking about where they could hire someone to move it at the last minute, an idea struck her, and she pulled out her phone to send a text.

And, shortly after that, Summer and her portal gun showed up from literally across the hall.

"Okay," she was saying, fiddling with the dial, "just give me a second to calibrate it, it's not used to doing such short distances, buuuuuut....."

Summer shot a pink portal into the space beside the piano, took a second to hop through it to verify they didn't wind up, like, in Furnado or in the ocean or anything, and then popped back out with a thumbs up. "We're good to go! Let's get this piano through it!"

Of course, still moving the piano that little distance would be a challenging, but Tisarwat couldn't help sigh a little and shake her head and comment, "I wish we'd thought of this before with everything else, too...."

Hindsight, 20/20, so on and so forth.

[[ mostly for the rooommate, but also, if anyone wants to catch them at any part in the moving journey, please feel free to chime in and join on! work related sp expected, though, blarg. ]]
lilac_eyed_lieutenant: (thinking hard)
Time often moved very differently in the Radch; when Tisarwat finally...relucantly begrudgingly...arrived back on Earth, she honestly wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed since she left, but she did know it was clearly for much longer here than it had been for her. Had it been weeks? Months? Maybe even a year? She wasn't really sure, and, honestly, the whole situation settled uncomfortably in her stomach already. She didn't need to add a headache in figuring it out to the mix.

If she was going to be back, though, she hoped she could at least still lean into the one thing that would make being back bearable, and hope that, whatever the length of her time away had been, it hadn't been enough to make this incredibly awkward. For all she knew, Lucille might not even be here anymore, but her key still fit in the lock and it still turned with ease, so that felt like a pretty good sign.

But showing up again out of the blue, without any warning, after an undetermined amount of time could be a shock all on its own. Tisarwat supposed she could have texted or called, but there was a part of her that was a little thrilled with the idea of catching Lucille by surprise. She liked to think it would be a welcome surprise, but only time would tell, she supposed.

Tisarwat did knock first, as a warning, before turning the key and pushing the door open and sticking her head in to at least check and see that the decor wasn't wildly different enough to suggest there'd been a change in occupation since she'd left. But there was the piano. Basnaaid in her little tank. No sight of Lucille at first glance, it would seem. Maybe Tisarwat caught her while she was out? That would be even better, actually, if she were to come back to find Tisarwat there, almost like she'd never left at lal, but she could potentially just be elsewhere in the apartment, and, so she called out as she stepped in and slowly closed the door behind her.

"Lucille?"

[[ and look who's finally decided to show back up again! For the ~roommate~, of course! ]]
lilac_eyed_lieutenant: (headtilt)
It was interesting, the things you got used to and how quickly one could adjust sometimes. There seemed to always be a moment, when Tisarwat's implant connected again to the constant stream of information available back in her own universe, where it was a little overwhelming, and she realized that part of her had gotten used to the quiet of things back on Earth. But it never took her long at all to get back into it. For better or for worse.

Case in point, she'd been spending an increasing amount of time just sitting there, her lilac eyes glazed over, occasionally shifting as she mentally moved thrings around, looking inward and shifting through what seemed like a million different points of data. It always started as just a cursory glance at the day's news, picking out the headlines from the advertisements, the alerts for business hours and small queues at various noodle shops and serbat cafes they'd been frequenting, the middling local news on affairs she didn't care about to get to the important stuff. After all, at this point, it was pretty clear to her what they needed to do, it was just a matter of tracking the Geck movement so that they could figure out where to go next.

Because where the Geck were, she was almost positive Breq would follow, but she wanted to have a concrete plan before bringing it up to Seivarden.

Of course, the problem was that she would soon tumble down a sort of rabbit hole of information, following one article to the next, until she found herself mired in opinion, theories, conspiracies, about everything going on, everything with the Omken Federacy and the gates, far too much discourse on the authenticity of vestiges, concerns being voiced about this new AI delegate and what it means for the treaty (and, more importantly, what it means if they don't sign the treaty), the Radchaai involvement, speculation on how the Radchaai (excuse her a moment while she snorted at that one) were behind the AI and using it as just a means to get more power (which wasn't really a terrible idea and, honestly, only partially false, with her involved), the gathering Conclave and what it all meant and how long it would be and...

Essentially, she was deeply entrenched in the Radchaai equivilent of doomscrolling, with almost no sign of coing out soon, because when all of that was literally flashing right before your eyes, it could take an even stronger hold on you than when you were merely looking at a device in your hands.

Until she mindlessly reached her hand for one of the nutrient bars she knew was nearby, which unfortunately was making an increasing appearance in their diet as their funds were quickly dwindling and using the intimidation most Hwaeans felt regarding Radchaai could only get them so far.

She took an idle, distracted bite and was immediately pulled out of her doomscrolling to make a face, blinking her eyes clear as she looked down disparingly at the block of yeast in her hand, face scrunched in disgust.

"Ugh, who comes up with these flavors?"

She was pretty sure you could make a case that those flavors definitely violated the Treaty.

[[ for she who is with her, while we together traipse all over and bastardize the hell out of Provenance! ]]
lilac_eyed_lieutenant: (simple and chill)
Things had been sort of a whirlwind since they'd arrived at Athoek Station a few days ago, and Tisarwat wouldn't have had it any other way. There had been an incredible amount of things to catch up on, both political and social, and she had to balance that with entertaining a guest, to make sure Lucille didn't feel too overwhelmed or excluded or relegated to the sidelines, and she wouldn't have had it any other way. After so long, it just felt good to be back in familiar territory, to start building back up what had crumbled a little from being away, and just to feel like she was actually doing something worthwhile again. She felt like she'd been going non-stop, and probably would have happily continued to do so, but she also knew that it was important every once in a while to slow down, to breathe, and even when making time for a quiet respite in the Gardens, there were still a few things at work underneath it all.

Of course she wanted to show Lucille the Gardens. It would be quiet, they could have a little time to themselves, it would be a place where Lucille might feel a little less out of place for a while, especially before they headed up to Mercy of Kalr.

And it was the place where Tisarwat was most likely to find Basnaaid, who she hadn't seen yet, and who she was sort of holding back from seeking out. She didn't exactly run in Tisarwat's social circles, and rushing right into finding her would earn Breq's immediate disapproval.

But they were finally making it to the Gardens, and if they just so happened to run into the horticulturalist behind it all while they were there, well...

Tisarwat paused on the bridge arching over one of the main ponds, fed from an intricate waterfall trickling down the rocks behind them, as she leaned over on the railing to look out over all the bursts of flowers in the green foilage, while fat and colorful fish darted in the water below. She then turned a smile toward Lucille.

"I wish you could have seen it before," she said. "Then you could really see how impressive all of this really is."

Sure, there were definitely a few spots that didn't seem fully recovered from when things went a bit...awry, but Tisarwat doubted anyone who didn't know what to look for would even be able to tell.

[[ for the esteemed aforementioned guest, anyone else on the station, or, really, anyone who might want to try to get in touch! and NFB for distance, obvs~~ ]]
lilac_eyed_lieutenant: (artsy icon)
Although it didn't really make a lot of logical sense, Tisarwat figured that these sorts of...influencing events around the island could sometimes affect her slightly differently than other on the island, if only because it sometimes caused an odd interference with the hole in her head where her Anaander chip used to be. She didn't understand why, but, in addition to the much warmer buzz of the effect of the pollen in general (bringing to mind not just talks in gardens anymore, but also illicit Glove Optional parties of not so long ago), there was also an odd buzzing in the back of her head, one that almost seemed to be pressuring her to answer the call of these emotions if she wanted to have any hope of quieting it any time soon.

So she'd been mostly trying to sleep it off when she could, and she had no trouble getting the sleep, but it didn't do anything to help. Leaving her in an oddly rested but restless state that morning, when she woke up, went to the kitchen to start making some tea, and tried to contemplate her current position and if she should finally take that step and take advantage of being able to go home again, finally.

It certainly seemed the less...complicated option, when she considered the strategic mess that would be sticking around with her roommate, who she'd already danced around cautiously with since Lucille always had seemed, in these matters, a bit...well...

Tea in her hands, Tisarwat was contemplative with it, still, figuring she'd have made a decision by the time she got to the bottom of her cup.

[[ for the roooooooooomaaaaaaateeeee, mostly, though if anyone else wants to poke at her, too, I'm totally down ]]
lilac_eyed_lieutenant: (*wee-tisarwat cool kid)
It had taken Tisarwat no less than an hour to decide what she wanted to wear that day, which was no surprise, thevway her brown eyes lit up to discover a plethora of options in the closet...and that didn't account for the drawer of very nice gloves! She picked everything out to consider, tossing around the discards, so when she finally settled on several of the nicest pieces, the room was an absolute disaster of a mess, but that didn't seem to bother her, someone would take care of it later! Probably!

Now that she looked super stylish and ready for the day, it was time to go see if someone could make her some tea!

At least, that was the intention. Coming out of her room, Tisarwat got distracted by the big thing that when she pressed down on the black and white keys, made noises, and she giggled and pressed a few more that made different noises, and she giggled more, and then it was clearly time to see just how many noises she could make!

Because who didn't love an eight year old pounding on piano keys on a Saturday morning?

[[ oooopen! ]]
lilac_eyed_lieutenant: (artsy icon)
It had been a slow, gradual thing, throughout the week; somehow, little bits of Tisarwat's stuff had found their way over to Lucille's apartment, settled in, and decided to stay. Then, eventually, there were hardly any things left in Tisarwat's apartment at all, and so the last thing left to decide to settle in and stay was...Tisarwat herself, who found herself just as settled into that spare bedroom as all that other stuff, a smooth transition where, if you didn't know any better, you'd almost think that Tisarwat (and her stuff) had been there all along.

Just like any particularly successful annexation.

So it was with incredible ease, comfort, and right of possession that Tisarwat had emerged from the second bedroom after waking up that morning, fed the fish that had somehow miraculously managed to survive all this time, and headed to the kitchen to get the good tea and get it started in her not-exactly-the-nicest-but-still-nicer-than-Lucille's tea pot. And then to decide what to do with her day, which would probably be nothing, and that suited her just fine.

[[ mostly for the totally not roommate, ha ha, don't be silly, what?, but definitely is open, too! ]]
lilac_eyed_lieutenant: (slight smug and satisfied)
Staying in Lucille's spare bedroom while she was a pony had made this whole weekend much easier to handle; Tisarwat might have even gone so far as to say it was almost pleasant. And though changes to her body like that always made her feel a bit...off-kilter (though nothing compared to what she'd experienced before regarding changes to her mind, thank Amaat!), when she woke up that morning back in as her usual self, with hands, and grateful for the foresight she'd had to bring a change of clothes and a pair of gloves for whenever she turned back, she just hoped she'd managed to wake up before Lucille so she could set about paying her back for all the kindness and tea she'd offered while Tisarwat herself was a little limited on what she could do.

Which meant slipping into the kitchen quietly so she could get to making tea for Lucille this time, as well as ordering out for breakfast, because even if she was more physically capable to cook now, that didn't mean she was actually capable of cooking anything anyone should actually want to eat.

She had...really not made much progress in that field from that first week here when she utterly failed at making boxed macaroni and cheese, no.

It still wasn't fair that Lucille didn't have t deal with being a pony, though, even if Tisarwat was ultimately very grateful for it.

[[ apartment modded with permission, and for the one who lives there, for all the glorious SP and to finally conclude my Monday morning spam ]]
lilac_eyed_lieutenant: (confusion)
All was quiet in the school that evening. Or, at the very least, in a very specific part of it, until the door to a certain locker flew open and spit out the babiest of Radchaai lieutenants. It nearly threw her right into the small flock of gremlins who had been standing there, the ones who, as soon as the door had opened, started belting out a garbled version of "Home for the Holidays" that Tisarwat wouldn't have been able to recognize even if she did know the song.

And, luckily for Tisarwat, these gremlins seemed far more interested in singing than they did biting, so all they did was simply side-step out of the lieutenant's trajectory a bit, continuing their caroling and leaving her to groan and holding her throbbing head.

"Aatr's tits!" she cursed. "What the fuck?"

It took her a moment to really register the fact that she was back at Fandom High School, and not where she had been previously, which had not been bad, but it hadn't been great, either. Just very...strange. Curious, even. At least there'd been tea, though it had been the most bizarre tea party she'd ever been to, in all her seventeen plus thousands of years of memories.

Everyone had been wearing gloves, though, which was nice, right down to the rabbit-people and even the tiny little dormouse that lived in one of the teapots and sang for them.

But now she was back, and she blinked herself back into this reality, wondering what time it was. It had been morning when the locker sucked her in; it couldn't have been that much later before she couldn't handle the nonsense anymore and excused herself and tried to find her way back. She pulled out her phone to check.

And stared for a good minute or so.

"Aatr's tits!" she swore again. "TWO WEEKS??"

[[ in a sharp change from yesterday, work is dull as tombs today and I felt ~inspired~. Anyway, Tisarwat's back! Open if anyone happens to be in the area or wants to get it touch with her or retcon some messages she may have missed and is now discovering on her phone! ]]
lilac_eyed_lieutenant: (talking)
It was a bit early in Tisarwat's Grand Plan to start poking around offices, but if bait a distraction presented itself, you took it. she Which was why Tisarwat and Trevor took a brief departure from the dance to make their way to the school. She took some of the small bottles of booze that she'd had ready for an occassion exactly like this (it was important to cover your tracks!) from her pocket to offer to the squirrels, and then she led Trevor over to where she recalled the map had said Magnus's office was, pausing at the door.

"Okay," she said, nodding to her partner in class-mandated, school-sanctioned crime, "as soon as I open the door, you head in and distract the thing, and while you're busy with that, I'm going to do a search of the room for the hatchet."

Flawless plan.

For her, anyway.

"Ready?"

[[ for the bait distraction! although, hey, open open spaces are open as per the rules, too! ]]
lilac_eyed_lieutenant: (dreamy)
Hello, everyone. This is my third attempt to write this info post without rambling on too much while on a very glitchy and crashy computer. It's been a super fun time! I think I finally got it this time, which is good, because you all need to know about Lieutenant Tisarwat:

The politicking, purple-eyed child? )

Also, I was going to do a recap of my other characters, too, but got halfway through it and was all, "Fuck it, this is too much work, I have too many goddamn characters.

But any and all comments, questions, concerns, coupons for free sub sandwiches, are all welcome!

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