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[blossomingginger]

[ Cheryl makes sure to look her best, tidied up, red hair brushed and perfectly in place, lips a cherry red, when she puts her smiling face on the camera. ]

Salutations fellow heroic captives.

I [ she puts a hand on her chest to indicate herself ] am Cheryl Blossom, currently stuck with you until who knows how long, and separated from my beloved Toni Topaz. Of course, this is either a boon or misfortune at any given moment, as I wouldn't want her here with me, but I wish to return to her side lickity split. As in [ her expression hardens with her voice ] now.

If anyone has any information on how we might help our fellow friends and the planet we are forced to reside on, please share that intel. Time to start putting it together. [ She claps her hands together to indicate this should start. ]

[ Her sickly sweet cheerful smile is back as she waves at the screen. ] Until then, toodles.

Comments

[blossomingginger]

Is it truly on the phone, Robin? [ She asks that in an almost gentle tone, but she sounds a bit amused herself. ] If there is something weighing on you, I will listen.

[work_wife]

YES!

[At least that protest was a powerful one, enough to be heard almost normally. Finally there is the noise of the stick hitting the communicator and it goes skittering again. This time Robin makes a success noise and circles the bed to scoop the thing up.]

Hi. Thank you for your patience. There's totally absolutely nothing weighing on me at all in any way that could at all be something.

[blossomingginger]

[ Cheryl does smile brighter when she sees Robin's face once more. ]

And once again, I've been rescued. Though, I guess, if I wanted out from under the bed I only needed to take the conversation face to face. [ She tilts her head at Robin's protests. ]

That seems to be a lot of protesting. However, as I've learned recently, it's unkind to push on those matters. So, just know if you wish to speak of anything, I'm here for her.

[work_wife]

I'm definitely not protesting. Not in the slightest. It's fine. There's no protest.

[She's definitely blushing. Still shaken by Cheryl's whole revelation.]

I wouldn't mind talking, sometimes. Face to face.

[Where no one can get into learning stuff she wasn't ready to say yet.]

[blossomingginger]

We should do that.

Are you free now? [ Because that's a lot of protesting for not protesting. ]

[work_wife]

Uh... Yeah? I mean, yeah, I guess I'm free right now.

[Why? Are they doing it now? Wait, no, run those together. Why now? She's blushing still.]

[blossomingginger]

We don't have to meet right now, if you don't want to.

[ Since Robin 'guesses she's free'. Cheryl wants to see her, but she can semi-wait. Maybe. Patience is hard. ]

[work_wife]

No. No, I'm not doing anything else. This would work. Yeah. Now.

[Okay, she's still nervous.]

--> action or make a new log as I come off hiatus?

[blossomingginger]

Very well. Now it is. I can't wait to see you again.

action works for me

[work_wife]

I'm in the hotel. So, uh, yeah.

-> action

[blossomingginger]

Then pray tell, what is your room number? [ From the way the background moves, and the sounds, it's obvious she's leaving her own room. ]

[work_wife]

I can't read the symbols on the doors. I'm on the third floor above the lobby. I'll be the open door on the left side of the hall.

Does that help?

[blossomingginger]

It does.

I'll see you then. [ Cheryl cuts out the feed, so she can focus on finding Robin's room. Then shows up to the open door with a smile. ]

Not my usual place of lodging, but it helps to know you reside here, as well. [ This is more roughing than Cheryl has ever done. ]

[work_wife]

[Yeah, she will. Robin's still in her room, waiting, having only the smallest freak out over all of this. Which is actually not so small. But Cheryl's there and she looks up and tries to smile.]

Hey. Welcome to my... Whatever this is. And the hotel is pretty convenient.

[blossomingginger]

It's [ Cheryl looks around, as though she's trying to be generous as possible - ] better than sleeping outside. [ That's about all she has at the moment. ]

But no reason we can make these spaces our own while we have to stay here. [ She manages a far warmer expression for Robin, especially. ]

[work_wife]

[Wow, that feels like a lot of judgement there. Not like Robin cared about decorating this place as much when she was avoiding feelign like she was stuck here. Even if there were people here she couldn't see back home.]

I did help Chrissy decorate her place a little bit. Just haven't invested in fairy lights I guess.

[blossomingginger]

[ Sooooo much judging, but Cheryl feels like she's trying to be generous, here. And she's still pleased to see Robin's personal room. ]

I will have to see the results of Chrissy's room.

Do you have any ideas for your own parlor?

[work_wife]

[Okay, but really, is the judging really needed? Robin's not got stuff to make this place cluttered with right now. She'd rather have clothes, thanks.]

Uh... Back home I made art boards from magazines and Polaroids and things like that. But that's not really possible here? And books. A lot of books."

[blossomingginger]

[ It's completely unnecessary, but it's very Cheryl. ]

[ Cheryl frowns at the "not possible" part and seems to pause for a moment. ]

Polaroids.... Are you from the same time as Chrissy? But also, why is not possible? Can't figure out how to make bygone era camera with the replicator?

[work_wife]

We're from the same town. A number of us are. Well, Max and Billy aren't FROM Hawkins, but their family moved there. So, uh, yeah. I'm from a few days after Chrissy. And, uh, I sort of need clothes.

[A lot of clothes. Robin looks toward the closet. It's definitely brimming. LISTEN. She likes fashion.]

It's not a bygone era either. It's my era.