Blanca; catch-all

[misstrust]

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Week 1, Thursday

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy knows better than to mob someone who's already being approached by no less than five different people. Understandable, she thinks, but she can wait.

And wait she does, though she doesn't exactly think to run into him in the kitchen, thankfully looking better than he had. Still... ]

Should you really be up and moving right now?

[papasha]

[He isn't surprised by Dorothy so much as he's just surprised he got caught... being up and walking around. He has the decency to give her a sheepish smile.]

Hello, Miss Dorothy. I'm all right. I've been dealt worse blows.

[misstrust]

I'm certain you have.

But now you have time to properly recover from these. Shall I walk you back to your room?

[papasha]

[The smile remains, but it softens some.]

I suppose I should agree before I get into trouble, shouldn't I? Ah. Would you like me to make you something before we go?

[misstrust]

No, I'm fine. You don't need to impress me already more than you already have.

[ GO TO YOUR ROOM. ]

Week 4, Tuesday

[misstrust]

[ Exploration time continues!

Dorothy... can't check things out at her usual pace because. You know. Recovering stab wound, broken leg, crutches. But she'd like to think she's making fairly good progress, even as she pokes her head into the Gun Shop and blinks.

-- And then blinks again, because someone's already here. ]

Blanca!

[ She waves a crutch. ]

[papasha]

[There is a second or two of her being able to catch him with a rifle held up; the stock on his shoulder, and the grip are pretty much perfect with experience.

He is surprised, though, and lowers it, turning a ??? glance her way.]

Ah--Miss Dorothy. What are you doing out and about? Do you need some help?

[misstrust]

No, I'm fine.

[ And she says it with a trace of a grimace. ]

I spent most of last week resting and I won't find much in the way of company right now if I merely stay in my room. So I thought about exploring a little more.

[papasha]

[He sees that grimace, missy.

Carefully, he returns the rifle to where it had been before, and then he wanders over to Dorothy rather than make her come to him. He offers her a small smile.]

Miss Ange would be very cross with you if she knew. But... it'll be our secret.

[misstrust]

[ In response, Dorothy gently presses one finger to his lips-- before she draws her hand back with a laugh and a wink. ]

You'd have to carry me back yourself, I'm afraid. And then I'm not sure who Ange would be more scandalized at, me or you.

w5, monday

[papasha]

[Hello, hello.

He asks Dorothy to meet him in one of the gazebos in the flower gardens of the pink castle, the one in the northern area. He's lounging back against the railing behind him with his arms stretched out on it.

At the door of the gazebo, a very good boy greets Dorothy with a wag of his tail.]

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy immediately lets out a croon, balancing awkwardly on her crutches to offer the good boy a hand to sniff.

Behind her prances a horse, fiery mane flowing out behind it, tail swishing, high-spirited. ]

Aren't you handsome!

[papasha]

[TERRIBLE. The dog excitedly begins to wag his tail faster, and instead of giving a sniff when his head stretches out, he gives Dorothy a bump in the palm. Yes, pets!]

Hello, Miss Dorothy.

[He smiles while watching them, and then looks behind her.]

Who is that you have there with you?

[misstrust]

She doesn't have a name at the moment, but she's been following me nonstop, so I've decided to just let her do what she wishes.

[ The horse bobs her head in agreement and Dorothy gives the dog a vigorous petting session before she straightens to move closer. ]

You wanted to talk?

[papasha]

I see. She's very pretty, if I may say so.

[He doesn't get up, but he does motion for her to sit, if she'd like to do so. Please don't stand when you're hobbling around on crutches.]

I'd like to talk to you about what we should do for our team, yes. If you don't mind. But what I'm going to tell you is more confidential. Are you still planning to kill for us, Miss Dorothy?

Week 6, Monday

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy sits on the edge of one side of a pier, legs dangling (one at more of an awkward angle than the other). She's currently engrossed in wrapping bandages around a bloody gash at her temple, but looks over her shoulder upon hearing footsteps. ]

Ah, there's my other half.

[papasha]

[He gives her a polite, but playfully dramatic bow of greeting. He is luckily not in the speedo, unfortunately for Dorothy.

He is in this outfit.]

Want some help?

[He will have a seat beside her.]

[misstrust]

[ This entire game is against Dorothy living her best life-- ]

I should have it, but if you can tell me if it's straight enough to tighten...

[ She can't see herself. ]

[papasha]

[Hmmm. He twists to watch her work a moment, and then tries to see if the bandages are straight. He reaches out to brush some of her hair back, then fixes it a tad.

He has his own bandage looped around his right forearm.]

There you go. What happened?

[misstrust]

I wish I knew. I woke up like this and the bleeding has yet to stop, but it hasn't caused me as much trouble as I expected.

That's new too, is it not? [ As she nods to his arm. ]

Week 6, Friday

[misstrust]

[ Hey, Blanca. There's a knock at your door!

And a Dorothy leaning wearily against her crutches outside of it! ]

[papasha]

[OH.

He looks surprised to see her even though he shouldn't really.] Miss Dorothy-- [He reaches out a bit because she looks extremely exhausted.]

Are you all right?

[misstrust]

Totally gnarly, why do you ask?

[ But thanks, can she just lean ]

[papasha]

Yes, I see you're doing swimmingly.

[...

He hates this. But he does part his arms and let her lean. He'll wrap them tentatively around her; he doesn't want to hurt her?]

How did it go...?

[misstrust]

[ He's not squeezing her around the abdomen or nudging her head wound, so it's fine. Dorothy will take comfort in this before she speaks again. ]

It's done. No one's getting worked anymore.

[ She means to say that they don't need to worry about killing now, but you know. Surfer slang in a soft British accent is annoying. ]