Rosalind and Robert Lutece (quantumtwins) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2014-11-04 08:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: robert and rosalind lutece, character: tommy shepherd |
Who: Rosalind Lutece and Tommy Shepherd
When: Midday, 4 November
Where: Wandering about Sonheim Square
What: People watching with notebook in hand, Rosalind intends to make observations about the townsfolk for the Mayor.
Status/Rating: complete/PG
Rosalind was by no means a people person, but since her arrival in Marrowood she had been forced to take on that role much to her dismay. She was the type to enjoy the quiet solitude of her laboratory, working diligently toward a goal she had set for herself. That was how Rosalind worked, and that was what had always worked best for her.
But Marrowood forced her and Robert's hands. They had to change, and adapt, all for the purpose of survival in an unknown world, one in which they had little to no control over. It was distressing on them both, but possibly more so for Rosalind. Robert was always more flexible in his ways, and that made this transition a slightly easier one. He had, after all, gone to the Halloween festivities while she decided to stay in and work.
Work was all she had done lately. She had closed herself off from seeing anyone face-to-face, keeping most of her contact with the residents through the network that was provided. That was enough for her. She had been compiling personality data on her fellow inhabitants, while working on the blueprints for the Big Daddy security model that she was sure would be helpful for their town. She laughed at herself when she thought of Marrowood as her home, and had to mindfully change her thoughts. This was not her, nor Robert's, home, and that thought pushed her to work harder toward her goals.
The Mayor had enticed Rosalind with a book of information regarding the town, and at the moment that was the best lead she had since she arrived. And so she had left her laboratory for the first time in more than a week dressed in something that was more modern according to what Jefferson had suggested for her. She was not used to the shorter skirts, but it was not necessarily a bad thing. She walked through the square and did her best to discreetly observe the residents that had been brought to this place the same way she had. But she also wanted to interact with them. She was taking Jefferson's other piece of advice to heart - be compassionate. Walk in their shoes. Show a little emotion. While emotion was never Rosalind's strong suit she believed she could mimic it as well as anyone. Her deception would be for the greater good, after all.
Rosalind found a bench along the street, and seated herself upon it. She crossed one leg over the other, and rested her notebook against her knee. A thorough record of her observations were needed if she were to provide the Mayor with something useful enough to gain her access to that precious book.