Lieutenant Tisarwat

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. ]]

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! ]]

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 ]]

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! ]]

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! ]]

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!