[ there will be an extravagant invitation waiting in front of rover's door. decorated in what appears to be artificial flowers, and beyond that is a wax-sealed envelope that awaits. the colors are striking with black, reds, and golds. when opened, it will reveal the following contents: ]
Lady Rover,
You once mentioned that you had no true birthday of your own. You had also wished me a happy birthday regardless of what you were lacking— words I had never expected anyone to sincerely say to me. If you still feel that way, maybe you can consider attending my gala. Rather than my birthday, you could even consider it celebrating yours. I think the elusive Lady Rover who all the citizens of your homeland rely on could afford to be rewarded in this way.
I also have something else for you. Is that incentive enough to grace us with your presence? Back at home, there a certain lady who would often feign illnesses, but you seem too impossibly healthy for that. If you are to decline, I do expect a compelling enough excuse.
Your presence has been summoned to the first annual royal gala, which will take place at the Ruby Room on the 10th day of September, the year 2078. Please come dressed appropriately, and do not forget a mask. While not required, depending on your dancing abilities, it is highly suggested. You will practice with me, won't you?
An exchange? I did not feel particularly lacking in anything, but I see it was simply because I haven't heard those words before today. Is it okay to have some expectations?
I only ever use the most correct adjectives for you.
And the fact that you make it sound like you haven't a choice about this pleases me. [ ah ... what a mean person ... ] Rest assured I'll take full advantage of your kindness.
I think you enjoy teasing people too much while behaving as a royal should.
The times I enjoy your company certainly wasn't when you were being annoying.
[ the rec room would make more sense, sure, but she's going to be very embarrassed to be seen dancing poorly by everyone ... plus it's not like callisto can be trusted to be quiet about it ... ]
Seeing as how you've all but stepped over my question, I presume I am correct. Luckily for you, I am not here to further your shame. I will send you my room number. [ which he does right away. ]
[ and she does arrive, eventually. if callisto remembers, she had threatened to wear stilletos during practice. but she arrives there with just her regular heels, more sensible than the shoes she'd threatened him with, though she did take pains to clean and make it shiny for the dance practice.
she knocks with purpose, a hand on her waist as she waits on him. ]
[ he doesn't keep her waiting for long, as soon as he hears the knock, he is prepared and is already opening the door. from what she can see of the room already, due to the upgrades, it does mirror what the interior of a palace would look like, albeit within the appropriate size range. outside of it, his room does look impossibly bare, as if it weren't properly lived in. unfortunately, that's how his room had always been, even back in the empire. outside of that, the only thing slightly out of place is...
his sword, which is against the bed stand, and for once callisto seems to be in what would be considered "casual wear" by his standards, in that he isn't wearing his jacket or cape. ] You made it here quickly, can I consider that to mean that you were just that eager? [ to learn, that is.
[ the room is strange. rover hasn't seen anything so impersonal. she imagines that in the real world, the bedroom would be ten times bigger in size, which to her just seems kind of lonely. and impractical. does he have to cross a hallway just to pee? important questions ...
he can get the sense that she's evaluating him again, as she looks around, noting the lack of character anywhere but his sword along the bed, and then says, ] Is this what your palace looks like ...? [ glancing back at his bed - ] It seems like you've decided to live in a museum to be its only permanent staff.
[ well, good enough to practice dancing, she supposes, since he actually has the space. ].
I could hardly forget with how often you remind me.
[ to be fair, they may not have actually exchanged too many words in regards to footwear, but the idea of her potentially stepping on his toes is... a possibility he can't entirely discount. though, whether it would be on accident, or on purpose was another matter entirely.
when he sees the way she passes a glance over his room— ] Is the state of your room so dissimilar? [ he asks, despite the way he could only envision her room to be ... filled with a certain warmth. a contrast against the cold quarters he was accustomed to. ]
My palace is quite similar, yes. I am often told by aide that it appears like all I utilize it for is sleep, and that is not entirely incorrect. [ ... ] But, should a lady be analyzing a man's room so carefully?
[ flowers from home. he supposed even that was likely an attempt to make it feel more familiar. a desire he isn't sure he could relate to. even now, he thinks he's more attached to the spite and his objectives than he had been of the palace itself. but, he doesn't concentrate on that in the present, instead just smiling at the idea of her and her flowers from home. ]
I would like to see those flowers someday. If you think of them so fondly, I can only imagine how sweet its scent. [ poetics for a situation that may not have called for it. ]
Cold, is it? Then, perhaps you should create the change you want to see.
[ though, just having her as his guest seems more than enough for now. ]
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delivery - invitation.
You once mentioned that you had no true birthday of your own. You had also wished me a happy birthday regardless of what you were lacking— words I had never expected anyone to sincerely say to me. If you still feel that way, maybe you can consider attending my gala. Rather than my birthday, you could even consider it celebrating yours. I think the elusive Lady Rover who all the citizens of your homeland rely on could afford to be rewarded in this way.
I also have something else for you. Is that incentive enough to grace us with your presence? Back at home, there a certain lady who would often feign illnesses, but you seem too impossibly healthy for that. If you are to decline, I do expect a compelling enough excuse.
- Callisto Regulus
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And I have something for you as well. I suppose we can exchange gifts.
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An exchange? I did not feel particularly lacking in anything, but I see it was simply because I haven't heard those words before today. Is it okay to have some expectations?
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I can't give you anything grand. But it's your birthday, so a gift is appropriate.
More than anything else, I hope you find it useful.
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Useful, is it? I do look forward to seeing what you think is useful for me. [ why does he think it's going to be a cow... ]
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I'll give you a hint: it can swallow things well. [ lmao ]
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[ akin to most things with him, it's likely death.
but, he isn't actually serious about this. ]
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I was a fool to expect to delicacy from the lady.
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Also, you don't even know what it is! [ ye of little faith ... ]
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even if it may not come out well in text. ]
I've heard enough. It's clearly something with a big mouth.
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I guess you'll just have to wait and see.
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The fact you haven't denied it, shows I am likely correct in my assumptions. But, if it's from you, I suppose I will no choice but to accept.
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And the fact that you make it sound like you haven't a choice about this pleases me. [ ah ... what a mean person ... ] Rest assured I'll take full advantage of your kindness.
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As you always have. I see no difference.
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Where do you want to practice? You did promise me you'll be a thorough instructor.
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[ politely and with proper decorum, that is.
not that he actually cares about any of that except for when it serves his purposes. ]
The recreation room? Or, I could invite you to my quarters?
[ the recreation room probably made more sense, though. ]
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The times I enjoy your company certainly wasn't when you were being annoying.
[ the rec room would make more sense, sure, but she's going to be very embarrassed to be seen dancing poorly by everyone ... plus it's not like callisto can be trusted to be quiet about it ... ]
Your quarters.
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[ but, at the latter, he stops typing for a few seconds...
before: ] By any chance... are you embarrassed?
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I give you my undivided attention, and this is how you repay me?
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[ and she does arrive, eventually. if callisto remembers, she had threatened to wear stilletos during practice. but she arrives there with just her regular heels, more sensible than the shoes she'd threatened him with, though she did take pains to clean and make it shiny for the dance practice.
she knocks with purpose, a hand on her waist as she waits on him. ]
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his sword, which is against the bed stand, and for once callisto seems to be in what would be considered "casual wear" by his standards, in that he isn't wearing his jacket or cape. ] You made it here quickly, can I consider that to mean that you were just that eager? [ to learn, that is.
but, he doesn't make that distinction clear. ]
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[ the room is strange. rover hasn't seen anything so impersonal. she imagines that in the real world, the bedroom would be ten times bigger in size, which to her just seems kind of lonely. and impractical. does he have to cross a hallway just to pee? important questions ...
he can get the sense that she's evaluating him again, as she looks around, noting the lack of character anywhere but his sword along the bed, and then says, ] Is this what your palace looks like ...? [ glancing back at his bed - ] It seems like you've decided to live in a museum to be its only permanent staff.
[ well, good enough to practice dancing, she supposes, since he actually has the space. ].
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[ to be fair, they may not have actually exchanged too many words in regards to footwear, but the idea of her potentially stepping on his toes is... a possibility he can't entirely discount. though, whether it would be on accident, or on purpose was another matter entirely.
when he sees the way she passes a glance over his room— ] Is the state of your room so dissimilar? [ he asks, despite the way he could only envision her room to be ... filled with a certain warmth. a contrast against the cold quarters he was accustomed to. ]
My palace is quite similar, yes. I am often told by aide that it appears like all I utilize it for is sleep, and that is not entirely incorrect. [ ... ] But, should a lady be analyzing a man's room so carefully?
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[ said in disinterest, because quite frankly she doesn't think she's threatened him that often anyway. callisto was likely teasing her about it. ]
... my room is rather simple. I haven't really done much to decorate it, except to add some flowers from home - a request to LILITH.
[ so yes, it's likely more lived-in, even if the general state is rather simple. she intends to make it a bit cozier, a bit homey. ]
You can be as impersonal as you want, I just think it's rather cold for guests to be hosted in. [ let alone a lady! ]
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I would like to see those flowers someday. If you think of them so fondly, I can only imagine how sweet its scent. [ poetics for a situation that may not have called for it. ]
Cold, is it? Then, perhaps you should create the change you want to see.
[ though, just having her as his guest seems more than enough for now. ]
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