off she goes ✨ november catch all

[oomfies]

WHO: lottie person and.. you!!
WHERE: various
WHEN: during the month of november/end of oct
WHAT: catch-all for event and other misc things!!
WARNINGS: n/a


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𝙯𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙪𝙨 🍻

[oomfies]

[ Once again, she finds herself overdressed. In a sea of people wearing plaid socks with sandals, she is wearing what she hopes is her most inconspicuous pair of heels (they are not). She, at least, has a mind to throw some pants on rather than the skirt she almost went with — the air is cold and oddly biting, out here at the docks. It's the beginnings of night, and everyone in this bar is rowdy and she's feeling spectacularly out of place with her full face of makeup and hair vibrant green.

She's made her mark at the bar, having arrived earlier than the time they agreed to just to scope out the place. Lottie truly meant to contact him earlier but.. Nerves, life, local beheadings at the function, etc. This is the first time she's even left her house since the incident, visibly antsy and suspicious.

Because, after all, just because she's been recommended this bar doesn't mean she can't do a little digging, right?? Right.

So far, all she's found out is that some people smell like fish, and the view of the water is nice when there's no one blocking the way (this is rare). And that the drink the bartender gave her is a bit bitter, but apparently a fan favorite? She's swirling the contents of the drink in the air, texting Zagreus with the other hand when it's close to their meeting time:

hiii i'm here! at the bar lol

And without much preamble, since she very much thinks she has the time, she begins an age old process: the selfie. Lottie visibly sits up straighter, tugs at her blouse every which way until it's just right, arm angled for the perfect photo. But she doesn't take it, no — she's too busy spinning on that bar stool for the perfect lighting, tilting her head every so often in appraisal or irritation at what she sees. ]

nov event stuff!

[paraselenes]

[ Considering all of her various... afflictions, Lottie seems like someone who might know how to deal with the gradual, floral shutdown of lungs that's going around. At first he'd assumed it was some bizarre, magical bug going around the gallows, spreading between inmate to inmate, but even after his escape he's been seeing signs of it: people coughing into their hands, a few petals flying free from their fingers.

So that brings us to the present: him, watching her rifle through the tinctures and potions that she's bought, stifling a soft cough before speaking over the clink of glass. ]

...Do you think there's really a cure out there?

[ People had made claims, but he's not sure how much of it is snake oil. Guess they're about to find out. He sounds exasperated for being sick, annoyed at the hoarseness of his own voice. ]

I've never heard of a plague involving flowers, even in tales of whimsy.

𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤 💉

[oomfies]

I.. I refuse to use fish blood!

[ It's said, after a few solid seconds after she's released herself from her stupor. A lot of it was comprised of thoughts like, 'is he for real?'.. Another was, 'it can't be real?'

Really, even the fact that Callisto came back from his side of the market (they had decided to strategically split up for more information gathering, 90% was his idea and the 10% remaining was Lottie choosing the market on the docks) with this information is both good news and bad news. Good, because more remedies exist out there to rotate between in case the ones she has turn stale, and bad because holy shit gutting a fish. Lottie opens and closes her mouth once more, seemingly at a loss for words still. ]

I refuse to believe fish blood can.. Work.. It can't? Can it?