I think of what the world could be // Typhoon blind date - Jacob and Rosemary

the subtle grace of gravity

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Jacob had put a lot of work into each and every location he had set up. He'd found some unoccupied huts and set out various things to eat, including pasta, a variety of sauces and breads, some pastries for dessert, and some fruits and vegetables. He'd also made sure to put some games into every single room in case the conversation ever got dull, as well as small battery operated cd players that could play some nice background music should anyone choose to turn them on. He had some blankets and pillows out for everyone to sit on while they ate (or while they played board games, it was really up to them). He also had a variety of drinks, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. He tired to only supply a moderate amount of alcoholic drinks, given he was a doctor and he didn't really want to deal with a bunch of drunk crewmates when this was all over. The final room Jacob set up was his own, though, and so he just grabbed a plate of pasta and settled down, with nothing to do but wait for [member=1130]rosemary roux[/member] to arrive.

the heavy weight of stone

ROSEMARY ROUX

She walked over to the meeting spot with a slow, unrushed gait; this little event sounded like a break from their daily activities, and so she felt no rush to hurry up and act casual. As she approached, her nose crinkled as she caught the smell of her platonic partner for the evening; she never treated Jacob with any particular care (not like how she treated Pincher's children), though she never acted in a hostile manner towards him. With her best try at a neutral expression - though she couldn't understand, for the life of her, what Pincher saw in the deadbeat, chubby mutt of a male - she sat down in front of him on a squishy black pillow.

Glancing between Jacob and the food, she sniffed the air experimentally as she tried not to grimace. She smelled meat in the sauce, but nothing else. Forked tail lashing once behind her, she reached out a paw towards the odd worm-like plate, before she slowly pulled her paw back to her side. Her glance at Jacob, albeit brief, clearly conveyed her unasked question: You expect me to eat this? The slices of bread and desserts smelled even worse; what she wouldn't give for a simple rat right about now! A grimace flashed across her muzzle for a half-second, before her neutral expression came back as she returned her gaze to Jacob. Her claws in her right paw flexed experimentally as she asked, with a tense tone, "Are you... enjoying that?" Her paw flicked upward to point at the odd food he was eating, as if to punctuate the end of her short question.

Softly sighing to herself, she could tell this would be a long night. She could practically feel the tension in the air - perhaps she could eat that instead.