rosavelle | ❄️ Wilting Catch-All ❄️

a. mad (photo)science
[Anyone who happens to stop by the infirmary a few days after the Wilting Festival will overhear someone arguing with one of nurses. Well, "arguing" is stretching it—"pleading" is more apt.]

C'mon, pleaseeeee? I get that you're worried about me using these for off-prescription treatment, but I really, really, really did my research, and these medications are dead ringers for the pharmaceutical effects of phenidone A and hydroquinone. At least let me test them to see if the composition is the same! Synthesizing developers from scratch would take aaaaages...

[Blah blah blah science stuff- wait a second. Is that March 7th, possibly the biggest ditz in Rosavelle, talking graduate-level chemistry at an increasingly bamboozled nurse? What's next, pigs flying?]

Hobbies are CRUCIAL for a young woman's wellbeing! You're a nurse, right? It's your job to attend to my health! You agree, right?

b. beast of burden
[It's only after she emerges from the junk dealer that March realizes that she may have bitten off more than she can chew. Not with this entire project, of course—she'd walk 500 miles and 500 miles more for the love of her life (photography). But in this specific circumstance... she may have overestimated her carrying capacity.

She looks between the pile of metal and wood she just purchased, the extremely delicate and sensitive Bloomcraft devices that she haggled down to merely expensive, then back. Only one thing to do, then.]

Hey, you! [She pushes the box of scraps into the hands of the nearest passerby.] We can work out whatever I owe you later, I just need you to carry this stuff to the forges for me, OkayGotItLet'sGo [No room for argument, March is already hustling toward Emberlight Forge.]

c. ...with just a box of scraps
[It began a few days before Emberlight Forge's public workshops were due to open. The mysterious new girl appeared, begging with big ol' doe eyes to have space to practice before the main event. Begrudgingly, the guild elected to indulge her.

And now she has lodged herself in a corner and refuses to leave, coming in a few hours every day to bang away at some bizarre project. There have been two failed prototypes. One incident that nearly got her kicked out of the place entirely. But...]

EUREKA! [March nearly throws up her arms in celebration, but at the last minute remembers basic workplace safety.] After all the work I put into this thing, I better be able to take it back home...

d. all for the sake of a small wish (Closed to Nyuu)
Heyyyy! [After chasing after Nyuu all day, March has a newfound appreciation for all the effort her friends go to finding her every time she zooms off to the nearest thing that catches her eye after touching down for a new Trailblaze. That's not going to stop her from doing it, of course, she'll just need to remember to get them some souveneirs as thanks. (March absolutely won't remember to do this.)]

You're Nyuu, right? [Just... double-checking. Considering she has a twin running around elsewhere in Rosavelle.] It took way longer than I would've liked, but... here! Your gift is finally ready! [March presents a small package—a book, maybe?.] Us pink-haired gals gotta look out for each other~

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i. stuck with the tab (Closed to Hyacinth and anyone who has a reason to regularly visit)
[The bad news arrives while Evernight is cooking her regular breakfast for her g- g- g- g- girlfriend. (She can think it now. That's progress!) A nervous courier arrives at the barracks, clearly prepared to be received by haughty nobility... and Evernight's frigid demeanor does nothing to soothe her worries. The poor thing stammers out an apology for existing and also delivering this letter in particular before shoving the thing into her hands and fleeing. With a sigh, Evernight opens the envelope addressed to March, and-

Ka-THOOM. The crack of Arguably Diegetic Comedic Thunder can be heard across the dorm. Evernight looks like she's about to turn into a statue and crumble to pieces.]

What am I to do with you, March... [Normally, whenever Evernight says something like that, it's with great fondness. Now, though? She sounds horrified.] Lady Nadeshiko will have our heads for this...

ii. kingdom hearts 2 prologue ost intensifies
[Ironically, Evernight's first proper gig is with the company that delivered news of her and March's impending execution by Nadeshiko. It turns out that having a penchant for finding the best route to suddenly and mysteriously appear from translates to a talent for the courier business.

And so Evernight finds herself hustling through the streets of Maerlys for an hour or two every day. If she had the opportunity to wax poetic about the irony of delivering packages to their recipients when she, a being of Enigmata and oblivion, was created to hide the truth, she would. But unfortunately for Evernight, having an athletic body courtesy of her dear March does not necessarily translate into knowing how to use it efficiently. Or being used to exertion at all.

So much of Evernight's mental energy is devoted to keeping herself upright that she doesn't even register her destination... until she realizes that the door she's knocking on is that of one of the Bloom Bond barracks, and the recipient of the order is a fellow royal advisor.]

Ah- Er- I- [Sweaty, flushed with exhaustion (and embarrassment), and dressed in a sensible outfit made for tearing down cobblestone streets as opposed to her usual gothic attire, Evernight looks like... well, a person, instead of mystery made manifest.] Delivery for you. [Face burning, Evernight fixes her gaze on her boots and thrusts the package forward. So much for her mystique.]

iii. i miss my aibou, tails
[As the center for Rosavellian culture and the royal capital, Maerlys is something of a tourist destination, to put it lightly. And without the convenience of futuristic transportation networks, those who come to the city by boat or carriage often arrive late at night, disoriented, sleepy, and hungry.

This is the market that Sunflower's Paradise has cornered. Despite its flowery name, the establishment is humble, cheap, and provides a much-needed service to its customers: a breakfast bar opened all day and night. And, with few other options and basically no marketable skills, this is where Evernight has found herself sneaking off to in the middle of her and Akane's trips to the Rosavellian Memory Zone. Half of her mind (and all of March's) on maintaining the Xianzhou Luofu, Evernight puts all the skills she's learned over the past weeks of cooking for Akane to use. Hashbrowns, pancakes, eggs—all dispensed with robotic precision but zero art and no love. Not like the meals she cooks for Akane.

Akane.

Akane...

Evernight is so busy pining for the embrace of her partner (and dissociating from the mental strain of acting as a line cook while keeping a whole Memory Zone functional) that she doesn't notice the familiar face among her customers. Or that anyone's watching her as she steps outside for her break, slumps against the wall, and murmurs,]

Akaneee..... I miss youuuu......

iv. an attempt is made (Closed to Lucy)
[Between all her part-time gigs and the elusiveness of her target, Evernight's had little luck in finding a good time to talk to Kaede. Well, she could just stroll up to her and ask about having a cup of coffee to discuss their situations over, but... Evernight needs a win. If she doesn't mysteriously appear before Kaede and unsettle her at least a little bit, Evernight will die from the lack of mystery surrounding her personage. (Not literally, but metaphorically.)

Her plans have come to fruition. (Evernight saw Kaede at the tail end of one of her deliveries and ducked into an alley before her quarry noticed.) Now is the time.]

Kaede, is it ♭ [All-knowing smirk, check. Shadows blurring her outline, check. Intersection that's oddly quiet by sheer coincidence, check. Evernight's still got it.] I believe we have... much...

[It's only now that Evernight notices that she forgot the most crucial step: glamoring her work clothes to look like her usual ominous outfit. Disguising her panic, Evernight flicks her finger and her garb changes to something more fitting for the encounter. If she's lucky, she can play it off as a disguise.] To discuss.

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[The day after the Wilting Festival, March corners Akane and informs her that, if she wants to be Evernight's girlfriend (unlike Evernight, March has no trouble saying it out loud), she's going to have to have a talk with March. Uncharacteristically serious as March is in that moment, it almost seems like she's prepared to give Akane a shovel talk. Or challenge her to a duel to prove her worthiness, given what Akane's grown to expect from the Nerima Wrecking Crew.

Instead, when Akane meets March at the appointed time in an empty parlor of the castle... she'll find her standing before a chalkboard, instructor's rod in one hand, chalk in the other, and glasses (with empty rims, it's just for effect) on her face.]

Sit down, Miss Tendo. It's class time.

[March doesn't say another word until Akane takes a seat.] Now that all the students are present, it's time to begin the lesson. First question, Miss Tendo!

Have you ever masturbated? I need to know how much practical experience I'm working with here.

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[One day, March busts into Bulat's room, declaring that the Kingdom of Handsomeness calls for his aid. Who could refuse such an earnest plea for a good cause?

And so, Ranma is shuffled from tailor to tailor across the castle and Maerlys. Bulat and March huddle to consult with each other at each stop with all the solemnity of generals preparing for war. As an expert in masculinity and manhood, the project is spearheaded by Bulat, with March advising on logistics, secret genderous techniques, and curbing Bulat's more... reckless swings to make sure it's not something that Ranma would be embarrassed to wear. As a guy, at least. Still, the overall design is Bulat's, only moderated by March's keen fashion sense.

The hour of decision has come. All March and Bulat can do is wait as Ranma changes (and occasionally pitch instructions on how to put on a lightweight binder through the door).]

Thanks, Bulat. For real. There's no way I could've done this without you.

Though, uh... [March chuckles awkwardly, keenly aware of the original purpose of this scheme.] I feel like you deserve to know that there's a pretty good chance that it was all for nothing. So I owe you DOUBLE.

[How did Yoojin get here?

Where is here, actually?

His day was unremakable, until... until... That's the trouble. Yoojin didn't blink and suddenly find himself somewhere unfamiliar. Everything blurs, and he feels like he's been standing here for hours while also having just arrived.

There's tea for two in the garden. A seat is pulled out for him.

And in the corner of his eye, darting in and out of his blindspots, red jellyfish swim.]

[ evernight knocks, and venus opens the door.

for a moment, she doesn't quite know what she's looking at. it looks like... march? but in a quite frankly normal skirt and top. something meant for outside work, not Maximized Cuteness At Every Angle.

which means this must be- ]

Oh. You're, uh... March's twin...? Something like that?

[ she looks - awkwarded out about this. why does she look awkwarded out. ]

[So. The thing about Yoojin--well, one of the many frankly insane things about our most generic-looking guy--is that he is, in fact, very familiar with mental landscapes. He also has a lot of experience with sudden abductions and/or attacks. Also also, he carries a lot of fairly recent, jellyfish-related trauma.

Really, the only thing keeping him from summoning a dragon and attempting to carpet-bomb the place is the familiarity of a table set with tea.

Resist Fear activated!

Yoojin whips around, searching for another presence beyond the jellies, stretching his weak sense for mana as far as it will go. His hand flexes as he considers drawing his gun, but ultimately, he doesn't access his inventory. Whoever's behind this, the setting suggests it might--might--be an invitation to a peaceful chat.]

That you, Jellyfish? Or do I owe this pleasure to the extremely annoying but not totally unwelcome Mr. Sung? Ah, but if it were my partner, wouldn't you just drop me into your fishtank again? Or are you already bored of me breaking your aquariums?

Wh--

[Akane's hackles raise in real time.]

Excuse me!?

[What the hell kind of-- Wait. wait.]

is this about what happened at the Wilting Festival?

Yes! [March whaps her instructor's rod against her palm.] A girl has needs, Akane, and Evernight is no different. You aren't either, for that matter.

There's a lot to learn about intimacy and sex that no book can impart. Experience is a good teacher, but fumbling through your first adult relationship without any guidance will end up with hurt feelings and hurt bodies. Since there aren't any search engines or message boards in Rosavelle...

[She levels the rod at Akane.] It's up to Professor March to give you lessons.

[Her facade breaks and she gives Akane a kind smile.] If you'd like, we can start with an easier topic? We don't have to dive into the deep end immediately if you don't want to.

i am pretty sure i know how to--

[She pauses. breathes. rubs her eyes.]

Okay, sure, fine, humility's got me this far--

So. Yes. In as much as anyone in that house can have privacy, i have done things I am not particularly proud of in the name of relief.

...dangit, I was hoping you didn't know what an orgasm feels like so I could mess with you by threatening to teach you. Foiled again! [March giggles.] Okay. It's Professor March time now. Class is in session!

Now! Time to start with the very basics, and I mean basics. [March claps her hands.] There are three important "Cs" when it comes to relationships. We just demonstrated the first, actually! [Turning to the board, March scrawls three "Cs" on its left side, and fills out the top with "COMMUNICATION."]

The first C is for communication! There's some wiggle room with consent and comfort, but the absolute must for any relationship, in or out of the bedroom, is communication. You need to be able to communicate your physical, emotional, and sexual needs to your partner for anything to work. If you notice your partner is uncomfortable or hot and bothered, ask about it. If you need some time to yourself to reset, say so. Talk to each other. Establish boundaries and what you want to do ahead of time, especially if you're about to have sex.

[...] Don't look at me like that! I can be serious sometimes!

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[The Arguably Diegetic Comedic Thunder wasn't just useful for as a backdrop and for enunciating Evernight's trepidation to that steep bill her dear sister shirked.

It also acts as a good cover to tiptoe and skull behind unsuspecting goth girls. There's a whistle directly right beside her ear, a death knell perhaps sent by a certain Miss Nadeshiko?

... And the end of toothbrush too...]

Yeesh! [Oh. No. It's the exasperated breathy whistle of a pigtailed busybody startingly right behind Evernight without a sound.] Sounds t' me they want more than your heads.

[Just their heads couldn't cover what March rack up, they're gonna need to break down and sacrifice an arm or leg at minimum. Idly brushing his teeth still while eavesdropping. Brush brush brush.]

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[She reviews her history with communication in the past... year or more.]

... so i'm doomed is what you're telling me.

Hey now! I thought you were Akane Tendo of Anything Goes martial arts! Are you really going to give up on learning a new secret technique just because it's hard?

...I'm being serious, Akane. [March crosses her arms. This is her serious face. Look at how serious she is. She's still overwhelmingly cute but hey, she's making an effort.] I don't care if you've got a girl blindfolded, gagged, and bound up so tight that the only movement she's capable of is squirming from the force you're fucking her with. You need to negotiate a series of whimpers that can communicate "stop," "I can't breathe," "this is great but I need a break to grab some water," and any other roadblocks that might come up during sex.

Again, though, communication isn't just for sex—to make the relationship work, you need to talk to each other honestly. [Beat.] If I sound like I'm pointing out... whatever you have going on with Ranma, yeah, I am. If you treat Evernight the way you and Ranma treat each other, then it's no more Miss Nice March.

Any questions before we move on to the next C?

March I am bei--

["blindfolded, gagged, and bound up so right that the only movement she's capable of is squirming from the force you're fucking her with"]

[She didn't know her entire body could GO that red.]

Okay, before we-- we get off this topic, how!? It feels like every time I actively try, I screw it up and only make things muddier.

Is everyone in Nerima this dense- don't answer that, actually, I have a feeling they are.

[Sigh. Why can't everyone be as cute, straightforward, and emotionally honest as March! It's really that easy! (No it's not, March is just too ditzy to care about subtlety.)]

Alright, let's turn back time. Let's say that whoever this "Haruhi" was had been a little smarter and made that letter more convincing. What would you have done then?

... Honestly, what I was planning on anyway, before I learned who "Haruhi" was.

Which was to go to the appointed meeting place in the letter with Evernight. Fake or real, we'd find out there.

Fair 'nuff! But I noticed something pretty important about that conversation.

First, you never asked Evernight if she knew what the letter was about. And no, her waxing poetic about how she doesn't deserve love except for you blah blah blah doesn't count.

Second, you were so angry about it that it never occurred to ask her how she felt, either. Friend or girlfriend, if someone close to you goes on a rant about how she's not worth anything... shouldn't you at least ask if she's okay-

wait you figured out haruhi's identity when did that happen

This is not the first time Ranma's decided to try and interrupt a date of mine by disguising himself as a different girl and playing dog in a manger. Though I was surprised by the love letter. do you think he likes Evernight?

To me, the jig was up as soon as she emerged from the bush, though... I guess something must have happened, because...

[She has a faint laugh to herself.]

well. Because it was Yoiko.

I'll be honest. If Ranma does end up with a crush on Evernight, it'd probably make things easier for all three of you, not harder. [March maybe you should elaborate???]

Aaaaand about Yoiko... That was actually Ranma pretending to be Yoiko at first to get out of trouble, I guess. Then she got all comfortable in your lap and then accidentally switched with the real Yoiko, like me and Evernight do. No other kitties required, apparently.

[wasn't this conversation supposed to be about sex ed]

I guess this means that if you start scritching and petting Ranma in the right places and telling her she's a good girl, she might switch to Yoiko on her own? That might be a good way to keep him under control... [Well, now the topic is sexual again, at least. Less educational, though.]

S- Something like that, yes. I mean, her twin. That.

[If Venus unravels all the careful lies that Evernight has built because of a stupid delivery, Evernight will expire on the fault.]

Oh. That. Hm.

[ there's a lot of things running through her mind right now. the meeting with "the devil." the flat affect. the unfamiliar glint in her eyes that's still somehow familiar.

but most importantly: ]

Can I, um... Can I ask you something kind of personal?

... I dunno. I know Yoiko's my cat, but it's... My cat, you know?

Even if it's nice to have it come when I call, it feels weird to take advantage like that.

[Oh, hey, okay. Progress.]

As long as you ask nicely... and tip ♭ [Perfect recovery, Evernight. Now you seem cool and mysterious AND you might get some extra cash.]

Oh! Oh, uh- I didn't think- One second, let me-

[ venus fishes around in a pocket - thank goodness she's mostly humanoid and clothed this go! - and hands a few pieces over to evernight. after a moment, halfway between shy and confused: ]

Um. Have we ever... [ she politely clears her throat and tries to look away. given the rest of her eyes just make up for it, it does absolutely nothing for the embarrassment.? ] ...did we ever. You know. Have sex?

[ just. the most confused look on her face imaginable. ]

❄️ Wilting Catch-All ❄️

March - When There's a Will, There's a Way

Evernight - The Devil('s Fling's Sister) is a Part Timer

Closed to Akane - Sex Ed for, and by, a Dummy (NSFW topics but nothing spicy)

Closed to Ranma and Bulat - Handsome Intervention

Closed to Yoojin - 404

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