Whoo tok my kneecaps?

Marius von Raum - many years old - they and them - I quite enjoy music, psychology and being a doctor! I'm a quite fine doctor if I say so myself!

[barondoctormarius]

//ooc:

Hello. Marius von Raum rp account here! My Marius uses they/them pronouns (they used he/they before), when referring to mod you must pick a pronoun at random and use whichever pronoun you think of first :)

If anyone else wishes to interact (please do) I am fine with flirty/shippy roleplays unless it is with minors (as I am over 18 myself) and I am not comfortable with anything nsfw/suggestive. Feel free to send asks and be silly!

As of writing this (july 23rd 2025) I am in pain and struggling to think and I will be projecting that onto Marius. I cannot guarantee I will remember to remove this because I have memory issues which I will also be projecting onto Marius. Have fun! (I have since elected to keep this in my pinned. When I am in pain, Marius will be in pain. And if I forget anything then Marius has also forgotten it.)

[swarm-mother]

Does he score, is what I'm asking. Is he a terrible flirt.

Well, he's ace from what I've been told.

So score? Probably not terribly often.

Terrible at flirting? Again, I haven't seen him try.

[barondoctormarius]

I sscore a lot of points during game night :)

...What are you talking about

[barondoctormarius]

Hello, baron marius!

Would you like to be my valentine?

It holds out a handmade card with a drawn version of itself and marius holding hands in a heart

- @good-ole-chap

Oh hello there, Toy!

*They grab the card and give it a good look*

Wow, this is stunning! Of course I'll be your valentine!

[engineeroftheaurora]

Why do Marius' kneecaps taste like taffy

[barondoctormarius]

Hey I was using those :(

[engineeroftheaurora]

nah

[barondoctormarius]

Yes I was! Give them back!

[engineeroftheaurora]

Why do Marius' kneecaps taste like taffy

[barondoctormarius]

Hey I was using those :(

[barondoctormarius]

[Faerah finds Marius.. somehow. She looks like she's been wandering for far too long] Aha.... hi.... care for a cupcake? - @records-of-theonewhoslumbers

Ooooh! Yes please!

*They seem to be too caught up in the promise of a cupcake to notice Faerah's current state*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah hands them a cupcake, muttering something halfway under her breath]

.. should've made more wedding invites

Anyway, uh, yeah, just stopping by to hand these out.

[She waves the cupcake tray in the air a bit]

[barondoctormarius]

*They absolutely devour the cupcake, then give Faerah a good look*

*Mouth full* This is delicious! ... *awkward swallow* ...Are you alright? Do you need a doctor? I'm a doctor!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only sighs, leaning against the wall while snacking on one of her cupcakes] ... I feel like I need a therapist with the amount of stress I've had lately...

[barondoctormarius]

*They start smiling widely*

Well then aren't you in great luck! I'm an expert in psychology, and I'm available for a therapy session right now!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

You.. really, but you don't— [She was about to say that they didn't look like a psychologist, but she held her tongue]

... Yeah, sure. I heard it's healthy to.. not.... what was it..... bottle things up? Sorry, I forget a lot, haha..

[barondoctormarius]

Oh yes, bottling things up is horrible for you. That's why I'm trying to get everyone on the ship to throw out every bottle we have. How does that make you feel?

*They pull a notepad and a pencil out from one of their pockets*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, that's.. we're jumping straight into this, huh? Haha... [Faerah moves to sit on the floor, setting her cupcake tray down gently] I don't know, it just.. feels like everyone has a lot to unpack, I'm guessing. I mean, maybe I do too, but... I don't quite belong here.

[barondoctormarius]

...Mhm, mhm... And how does that make you feel? :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I.. I don't know? Weird? Out of place? [She pauses. She's starting to think they aren't a therapist]

[barondoctormarius]

I see... And how does that make you feel

*They are frantically scribbling things down*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Hey, look, is that the only thing you're going to say this whole time??

[Faerah's eyes narrow a bit, and she raises an eyebrow] ... Are you even qualified to do this???

[barondoctormarius]

No, I'm going to say quite a few things like "that must have been difficult" and "what emotions did that provoke within you" and the likes. I'm plenty qualified to do this!

So when you realized you didn't belong you sure must have felt like maybe there's something wrong with you, right?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I, well.. yeah, kinda. I mean, you lot are all like... [She makes a vague gesture] Yourselves. And then I'm here like the sad egg of a mortal that I am. I don't even feel like I'm worthy of marrying right now and—ugh...

[barondoctormarius]

You're going to be marrying? How romantic! Will you be wearing a dress? Or a suit? Or something else? *Gasp* what flowers have you chosen for the wedding? Will there be cake?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Now see, that's the problem! I don't know how to plan a wedding. I mean, sure, I have Raphaella to help me out, but like... I think I might fuck everything up quite badly...

[barondoctormarius]

I can help! Ask me! Please please please let me help! I love weddings!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

What? I mean, uh.. really? Are you sure? Do you even know who I'm marrying...?

[barondoctormarius]

Yes I'm sure! ...Wait who are you marrying? Who's the special someoooone?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Uh.. well... it's..... [Faerah's voice drops to a low, conspirational tone] .... Carmilla.. I'm marrying Carmilla......

[barondoctormarius]

Oh! She finally found someone she loves? How good for her! So, what have you planned already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, I don't think she actually loves me, but uh... [Faerah looks away] Sorry, haha, anyway, um... the best I've got generally planned is food.. 'cause all I can do is cook, so....

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius sneakily starts scribbling things down again*

You don't think she actually loves you? What makes you say that?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

That's.... not important.. [She's stress-eating another cupcake...] Right, so uh, wedding planning—

[barondoctormarius]

You're deflecting. Why does she not love you?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Well, no, she does I think but like.... she's way out of my league. I don't even know how I got here and.. I dunno I'm never actually gonna fit here.....

[barondoctormarius]

*They very intently scribble something down, then give Faerah an intrigued look, while saying nothing*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... What? [Faerah almost chokes on the cupcake wrapper. Almost] ... Why are you looking at me like that?

[barondoctormarius]

This is how I look at people when I want them to elaborate :(

*They look about to cry*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh—I—Oh no, I'm sorry.. [Faerah stands up quickly but awkwardly and steps over to them] Please don't cry..

[barondoctormarius]

*They sniffle pathetically*

Will you pretty please elaborate on what you were saying? :(

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Of course I will! Just... please don't cry. [Faerah gives them an awkward hug, giving them room to pull away if they so desire]

[barondoctormarius]

*They hug back tightly, pulling away after a good moment*

Hurrah! Alright, I'm ready to hear :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah sighs] So.. what I mean is like... you know, I kind of just showed up here. I don't have any skills or anything interesting about me.. and I'm not even all that attractive..... and I seriously wonder why Carmilla even settles for me........ and I don't even think any of the others actually like me and all that......

[barondoctormarius]

Well I like you :) you let me do therapy on you :) and you gave me a cupcake!

Also Carmilla agreed to marry you, yes? She clearly must like you then. Unless you forced her at gunpoint. I think she might still like you even then, I don't think a gun can kill her really?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I mean.. well no, she can't be killed..... but that brings me to the whole 'I'm-mortal-and-everyone-else-is-immortal' thing.....

[barondoctormarius]

Are you scared to die?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... [Faerah doesn't provide a response]

[barondoctormarius]

*They loudly write down a long sentence*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only stares as they write, because how does one write loudly..?]

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius stares at her for a moment, opens their mouth, closes it again, grimaces, mulls it over and then smiles, before finally speaking*

I could mechanize you? :D the others would be mad at me but with how loveable my face is they won't stay mad for long!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

No, no, that's fine... That's the whole other problem, actually. The whole mechanizing thing sounds scary.....

[barondoctormarius]

Ahh, I see. So maybe Carmilla should just love you for who you are? Maybe she does already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

She does.. I think..... but my main concern is what if one of the others kills me........

[barondoctormarius]

Have you tried asking them nicely not to?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I firmly believe that they'd shoot me before I get a word in. Well, just Jonny, but still..

[barondoctormarius]

And how does that make you feel?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Well it.. y'know... It..... [Sniffle]

[Oh wonderful. Faerah's the one crying now]

I don't belong here

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius is clearly proud of themselves for this breakthrough, they're trying not to look TOO proud but it's not working great.*

Do you maybe not feel appreciated enough? Is this something you could talk to Carmilla about?

[barondoctormarius]

[Faerah finds Marius.. somehow. She looks like she's been wandering for far too long] Aha.... hi.... care for a cupcake? - @records-of-theonewhoslumbers

Ooooh! Yes please!

*They seem to be too caught up in the promise of a cupcake to notice Faerah's current state*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah hands them a cupcake, muttering something halfway under her breath]

.. should've made more wedding invites

Anyway, uh, yeah, just stopping by to hand these out.

[She waves the cupcake tray in the air a bit]

[barondoctormarius]

*They absolutely devour the cupcake, then give Faerah a good look*

*Mouth full* This is delicious! ... *awkward swallow* ...Are you alright? Do you need a doctor? I'm a doctor!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only sighs, leaning against the wall while snacking on one of her cupcakes] ... I feel like I need a therapist with the amount of stress I've had lately...

[barondoctormarius]

*They start smiling widely*

Well then aren't you in great luck! I'm an expert in psychology, and I'm available for a therapy session right now!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

You.. really, but you don't— [She was about to say that they didn't look like a psychologist, but she held her tongue]

... Yeah, sure. I heard it's healthy to.. not.... what was it..... bottle things up? Sorry, I forget a lot, haha..

[barondoctormarius]

Oh yes, bottling things up is horrible for you. That's why I'm trying to get everyone on the ship to throw out every bottle we have. How does that make you feel?

*They pull a notepad and a pencil out from one of their pockets*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, that's.. we're jumping straight into this, huh? Haha... [Faerah moves to sit on the floor, setting her cupcake tray down gently] I don't know, it just.. feels like everyone has a lot to unpack, I'm guessing. I mean, maybe I do too, but... I don't quite belong here.

[barondoctormarius]

...Mhm, mhm... And how does that make you feel? :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I.. I don't know? Weird? Out of place? [She pauses. She's starting to think they aren't a therapist]

[barondoctormarius]

I see... And how does that make you feel

*They are frantically scribbling things down*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Hey, look, is that the only thing you're going to say this whole time??

[Faerah's eyes narrow a bit, and she raises an eyebrow] ... Are you even qualified to do this???

[barondoctormarius]

No, I'm going to say quite a few things like "that must have been difficult" and "what emotions did that provoke within you" and the likes. I'm plenty qualified to do this!

So when you realized you didn't belong you sure must have felt like maybe there's something wrong with you, right?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I, well.. yeah, kinda. I mean, you lot are all like... [She makes a vague gesture] Yourselves. And then I'm here like the sad egg of a mortal that I am. I don't even feel like I'm worthy of marrying right now and—ugh...

[barondoctormarius]

You're going to be marrying? How romantic! Will you be wearing a dress? Or a suit? Or something else? *Gasp* what flowers have you chosen for the wedding? Will there be cake?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Now see, that's the problem! I don't know how to plan a wedding. I mean, sure, I have Raphaella to help me out, but like... I think I might fuck everything up quite badly...

[barondoctormarius]

I can help! Ask me! Please please please let me help! I love weddings!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

What? I mean, uh.. really? Are you sure? Do you even know who I'm marrying...?

[barondoctormarius]

Yes I'm sure! ...Wait who are you marrying? Who's the special someoooone?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Uh.. well... it's..... [Faerah's voice drops to a low, conspirational tone] .... Carmilla.. I'm marrying Carmilla......

[barondoctormarius]

Oh! She finally found someone she loves? How good for her! So, what have you planned already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, I don't think she actually loves me, but uh... [Faerah looks away] Sorry, haha, anyway, um... the best I've got generally planned is food.. 'cause all I can do is cook, so....

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius sneakily starts scribbling things down again*

You don't think she actually loves you? What makes you say that?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

That's.... not important.. [She's stress-eating another cupcake...] Right, so uh, wedding planning—

[barondoctormarius]

You're deflecting. Why does she not love you?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Well, no, she does I think but like.... she's way out of my league. I don't even know how I got here and.. I dunno I'm never actually gonna fit here.....

[barondoctormarius]

*They very intently scribble something down, then give Faerah an intrigued look, while saying nothing*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... What? [Faerah almost chokes on the cupcake wrapper. Almost] ... Why are you looking at me like that?

[barondoctormarius]

This is how I look at people when I want them to elaborate :(

*They look about to cry*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh—I—Oh no, I'm sorry.. [Faerah stands up quickly but awkwardly and steps over to them] Please don't cry..

[barondoctormarius]

*They sniffle pathetically*

Will you pretty please elaborate on what you were saying? :(

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Of course I will! Just... please don't cry. [Faerah gives them an awkward hug, giving them room to pull away if they so desire]

[barondoctormarius]

*They hug back tightly, pulling away after a good moment*

Hurrah! Alright, I'm ready to hear :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah sighs] So.. what I mean is like... you know, I kind of just showed up here. I don't have any skills or anything interesting about me.. and I'm not even all that attractive..... and I seriously wonder why Carmilla even settles for me........ and I don't even think any of the others actually like me and all that......

[barondoctormarius]

Well I like you :) you let me do therapy on you :) and you gave me a cupcake!

Also Carmilla agreed to marry you, yes? She clearly must like you then. Unless you forced her at gunpoint. I think she might still like you even then, I don't think a gun can kill her really?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I mean.. well no, she can't be killed..... but that brings me to the whole 'I'm-mortal-and-everyone-else-is-immortal' thing.....

[barondoctormarius]

Are you scared to die?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... [Faerah doesn't provide a response]

[barondoctormarius]

*They loudly write down a long sentence*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only stares as they write, because how does one write loudly..?]

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius stares at her for a moment, opens their mouth, closes it again, grimaces, mulls it over and then smiles, before finally speaking*

I could mechanize you? :D the others would be mad at me but with how loveable my face is they won't stay mad for long!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

No, no, that's fine... That's the whole other problem, actually. The whole mechanizing thing sounds scary.....

[barondoctormarius]

Ahh, I see. So maybe Carmilla should just love you for who you are? Maybe she does already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

She does.. I think..... but my main concern is what if one of the others kills me........

[barondoctormarius]

Have you tried asking them nicely not to?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I firmly believe that they'd shoot me before I get a word in. Well, just Jonny, but still..

[barondoctormarius]

And how does that make you feel?

[barondoctormarius]

[Faerah finds Marius.. somehow. She looks like she's been wandering for far too long] Aha.... hi.... care for a cupcake? - @records-of-theonewhoslumbers

Ooooh! Yes please!

*They seem to be too caught up in the promise of a cupcake to notice Faerah's current state*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah hands them a cupcake, muttering something halfway under her breath]

.. should've made more wedding invites

Anyway, uh, yeah, just stopping by to hand these out.

[She waves the cupcake tray in the air a bit]

[barondoctormarius]

*They absolutely devour the cupcake, then give Faerah a good look*

*Mouth full* This is delicious! ... *awkward swallow* ...Are you alright? Do you need a doctor? I'm a doctor!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only sighs, leaning against the wall while snacking on one of her cupcakes] ... I feel like I need a therapist with the amount of stress I've had lately...

[barondoctormarius]

*They start smiling widely*

Well then aren't you in great luck! I'm an expert in psychology, and I'm available for a therapy session right now!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

You.. really, but you don't— [She was about to say that they didn't look like a psychologist, but she held her tongue]

... Yeah, sure. I heard it's healthy to.. not.... what was it..... bottle things up? Sorry, I forget a lot, haha..

[barondoctormarius]

Oh yes, bottling things up is horrible for you. That's why I'm trying to get everyone on the ship to throw out every bottle we have. How does that make you feel?

*They pull a notepad and a pencil out from one of their pockets*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, that's.. we're jumping straight into this, huh? Haha... [Faerah moves to sit on the floor, setting her cupcake tray down gently] I don't know, it just.. feels like everyone has a lot to unpack, I'm guessing. I mean, maybe I do too, but... I don't quite belong here.

[barondoctormarius]

...Mhm, mhm... And how does that make you feel? :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I.. I don't know? Weird? Out of place? [She pauses. She's starting to think they aren't a therapist]

[barondoctormarius]

I see... And how does that make you feel

*They are frantically scribbling things down*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Hey, look, is that the only thing you're going to say this whole time??

[Faerah's eyes narrow a bit, and she raises an eyebrow] ... Are you even qualified to do this???

[barondoctormarius]

No, I'm going to say quite a few things like "that must have been difficult" and "what emotions did that provoke within you" and the likes. I'm plenty qualified to do this!

So when you realized you didn't belong you sure must have felt like maybe there's something wrong with you, right?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I, well.. yeah, kinda. I mean, you lot are all like... [She makes a vague gesture] Yourselves. And then I'm here like the sad egg of a mortal that I am. I don't even feel like I'm worthy of marrying right now and—ugh...

[barondoctormarius]

You're going to be marrying? How romantic! Will you be wearing a dress? Or a suit? Or something else? *Gasp* what flowers have you chosen for the wedding? Will there be cake?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Now see, that's the problem! I don't know how to plan a wedding. I mean, sure, I have Raphaella to help me out, but like... I think I might fuck everything up quite badly...

[barondoctormarius]

I can help! Ask me! Please please please let me help! I love weddings!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

What? I mean, uh.. really? Are you sure? Do you even know who I'm marrying...?

[barondoctormarius]

Yes I'm sure! ...Wait who are you marrying? Who's the special someoooone?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Uh.. well... it's..... [Faerah's voice drops to a low, conspirational tone] .... Carmilla.. I'm marrying Carmilla......

[barondoctormarius]

Oh! She finally found someone she loves? How good for her! So, what have you planned already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, I don't think she actually loves me, but uh... [Faerah looks away] Sorry, haha, anyway, um... the best I've got generally planned is food.. 'cause all I can do is cook, so....

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius sneakily starts scribbling things down again*

You don't think she actually loves you? What makes you say that?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

That's.... not important.. [She's stress-eating another cupcake...] Right, so uh, wedding planning—

[barondoctormarius]

You're deflecting. Why does she not love you?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Well, no, she does I think but like.... she's way out of my league. I don't even know how I got here and.. I dunno I'm never actually gonna fit here.....

[barondoctormarius]

*They very intently scribble something down, then give Faerah an intrigued look, while saying nothing*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... What? [Faerah almost chokes on the cupcake wrapper. Almost] ... Why are you looking at me like that?

[barondoctormarius]

This is how I look at people when I want them to elaborate :(

*They look about to cry*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh—I—Oh no, I'm sorry.. [Faerah stands up quickly but awkwardly and steps over to them] Please don't cry..

[barondoctormarius]

*They sniffle pathetically*

Will you pretty please elaborate on what you were saying? :(

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Of course I will! Just... please don't cry. [Faerah gives them an awkward hug, giving them room to pull away if they so desire]

[barondoctormarius]

*They hug back tightly, pulling away after a good moment*

Hurrah! Alright, I'm ready to hear :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah sighs] So.. what I mean is like... you know, I kind of just showed up here. I don't have any skills or anything interesting about me.. and I'm not even all that attractive..... and I seriously wonder why Carmilla even settles for me........ and I don't even think any of the others actually like me and all that......

[barondoctormarius]

Well I like you :) you let me do therapy on you :) and you gave me a cupcake!

Also Carmilla agreed to marry you, yes? She clearly must like you then. Unless you forced her at gunpoint. I think she might still like you even then, I don't think a gun can kill her really?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I mean.. well no, she can't be killed..... but that brings me to the whole 'I'm-mortal-and-everyone-else-is-immortal' thing.....

[barondoctormarius]

Are you scared to die?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... [Faerah doesn't provide a response]

[barondoctormarius]

*They loudly write down a long sentence*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only stares as they write, because how does one write loudly..?]

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius stares at her for a moment, opens their mouth, closes it again, grimaces, mulls it over and then smiles, before finally speaking*

I could mechanize you? :D the others would be mad at me but with how loveable my face is they won't stay mad for long!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

No, no, that's fine... That's the whole other problem, actually. The whole mechanizing thing sounds scary.....

[barondoctormarius]

Ahh, I see. So maybe Carmilla should just love you for who you are? Maybe she does already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

She does.. I think..... but my main concern is what if one of the others kills me........

[barondoctormarius]

Have you tried asking them nicely not to?

[barondoctormarius]

[Faerah finds Marius.. somehow. She looks like she's been wandering for far too long] Aha.... hi.... care for a cupcake? - @records-of-theonewhoslumbers

Ooooh! Yes please!

*They seem to be too caught up in the promise of a cupcake to notice Faerah's current state*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah hands them a cupcake, muttering something halfway under her breath]

.. should've made more wedding invites

Anyway, uh, yeah, just stopping by to hand these out.

[She waves the cupcake tray in the air a bit]

[barondoctormarius]

*They absolutely devour the cupcake, then give Faerah a good look*

*Mouth full* This is delicious! ... *awkward swallow* ...Are you alright? Do you need a doctor? I'm a doctor!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only sighs, leaning against the wall while snacking on one of her cupcakes] ... I feel like I need a therapist with the amount of stress I've had lately...

[barondoctormarius]

*They start smiling widely*

Well then aren't you in great luck! I'm an expert in psychology, and I'm available for a therapy session right now!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

You.. really, but you don't— [She was about to say that they didn't look like a psychologist, but she held her tongue]

... Yeah, sure. I heard it's healthy to.. not.... what was it..... bottle things up? Sorry, I forget a lot, haha..

[barondoctormarius]

Oh yes, bottling things up is horrible for you. That's why I'm trying to get everyone on the ship to throw out every bottle we have. How does that make you feel?

*They pull a notepad and a pencil out from one of their pockets*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, that's.. we're jumping straight into this, huh? Haha... [Faerah moves to sit on the floor, setting her cupcake tray down gently] I don't know, it just.. feels like everyone has a lot to unpack, I'm guessing. I mean, maybe I do too, but... I don't quite belong here.

[barondoctormarius]

...Mhm, mhm... And how does that make you feel? :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I.. I don't know? Weird? Out of place? [She pauses. She's starting to think they aren't a therapist]

[barondoctormarius]

I see... And how does that make you feel

*They are frantically scribbling things down*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Hey, look, is that the only thing you're going to say this whole time??

[Faerah's eyes narrow a bit, and she raises an eyebrow] ... Are you even qualified to do this???

[barondoctormarius]

No, I'm going to say quite a few things like "that must have been difficult" and "what emotions did that provoke within you" and the likes. I'm plenty qualified to do this!

So when you realized you didn't belong you sure must have felt like maybe there's something wrong with you, right?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I, well.. yeah, kinda. I mean, you lot are all like... [She makes a vague gesture] Yourselves. And then I'm here like the sad egg of a mortal that I am. I don't even feel like I'm worthy of marrying right now and—ugh...

[barondoctormarius]

You're going to be marrying? How romantic! Will you be wearing a dress? Or a suit? Or something else? *Gasp* what flowers have you chosen for the wedding? Will there be cake?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Now see, that's the problem! I don't know how to plan a wedding. I mean, sure, I have Raphaella to help me out, but like... I think I might fuck everything up quite badly...

[barondoctormarius]

I can help! Ask me! Please please please let me help! I love weddings!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

What? I mean, uh.. really? Are you sure? Do you even know who I'm marrying...?

[barondoctormarius]

Yes I'm sure! ...Wait who are you marrying? Who's the special someoooone?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Uh.. well... it's..... [Faerah's voice drops to a low, conspirational tone] .... Carmilla.. I'm marrying Carmilla......

[barondoctormarius]

Oh! She finally found someone she loves? How good for her! So, what have you planned already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, I don't think she actually loves me, but uh... [Faerah looks away] Sorry, haha, anyway, um... the best I've got generally planned is food.. 'cause all I can do is cook, so....

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius sneakily starts scribbling things down again*

You don't think she actually loves you? What makes you say that?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

That's.... not important.. [She's stress-eating another cupcake...] Right, so uh, wedding planning—

[barondoctormarius]

You're deflecting. Why does she not love you?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Well, no, she does I think but like.... she's way out of my league. I don't even know how I got here and.. I dunno I'm never actually gonna fit here.....

[barondoctormarius]

*They very intently scribble something down, then give Faerah an intrigued look, while saying nothing*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... What? [Faerah almost chokes on the cupcake wrapper. Almost] ... Why are you looking at me like that?

[barondoctormarius]

This is how I look at people when I want them to elaborate :(

*They look about to cry*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh—I—Oh no, I'm sorry.. [Faerah stands up quickly but awkwardly and steps over to them] Please don't cry..

[barondoctormarius]

*They sniffle pathetically*

Will you pretty please elaborate on what you were saying? :(

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Of course I will! Just... please don't cry. [Faerah gives them an awkward hug, giving them room to pull away if they so desire]

[barondoctormarius]

*They hug back tightly, pulling away after a good moment*

Hurrah! Alright, I'm ready to hear :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah sighs] So.. what I mean is like... you know, I kind of just showed up here. I don't have any skills or anything interesting about me.. and I'm not even all that attractive..... and I seriously wonder why Carmilla even settles for me........ and I don't even think any of the others actually like me and all that......

[barondoctormarius]

Well I like you :) you let me do therapy on you :) and you gave me a cupcake!

Also Carmilla agreed to marry you, yes? She clearly must like you then. Unless you forced her at gunpoint. I think she might still like you even then, I don't think a gun can kill her really?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I mean.. well no, she can't be killed..... but that brings me to the whole 'I'm-mortal-and-everyone-else-is-immortal' thing.....

[barondoctormarius]

Are you scared to die?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... [Faerah doesn't provide a response]

[barondoctormarius]

*They loudly write down a long sentence*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only stares as they write, because how does one write loudly..?]

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius stares at her for a moment, opens their mouth, closes it again, grimaces, mulls it over and then smiles, before finally speaking*

I could mechanize you? :D the others would be mad at me but with how loveable my face is they won't stay mad for long!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

No, no, that's fine... That's the whole other problem, actually. The whole mechanizing thing sounds scary.....

[barondoctormarius]

Ahh, I see. So maybe Carmilla should just love you for who you are? Maybe she does already?

[barondoctormarius]

[Faerah finds Marius.. somehow. She looks like she's been wandering for far too long] Aha.... hi.... care for a cupcake? - @records-of-theonewhoslumbers

Ooooh! Yes please!

*They seem to be too caught up in the promise of a cupcake to notice Faerah's current state*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah hands them a cupcake, muttering something halfway under her breath]

.. should've made more wedding invites

Anyway, uh, yeah, just stopping by to hand these out.

[She waves the cupcake tray in the air a bit]

[barondoctormarius]

*They absolutely devour the cupcake, then give Faerah a good look*

*Mouth full* This is delicious! ... *awkward swallow* ...Are you alright? Do you need a doctor? I'm a doctor!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only sighs, leaning against the wall while snacking on one of her cupcakes] ... I feel like I need a therapist with the amount of stress I've had lately...

[barondoctormarius]

*They start smiling widely*

Well then aren't you in great luck! I'm an expert in psychology, and I'm available for a therapy session right now!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

You.. really, but you don't— [She was about to say that they didn't look like a psychologist, but she held her tongue]

... Yeah, sure. I heard it's healthy to.. not.... what was it..... bottle things up? Sorry, I forget a lot, haha..

[barondoctormarius]

Oh yes, bottling things up is horrible for you. That's why I'm trying to get everyone on the ship to throw out every bottle we have. How does that make you feel?

*They pull a notepad and a pencil out from one of their pockets*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, that's.. we're jumping straight into this, huh? Haha... [Faerah moves to sit on the floor, setting her cupcake tray down gently] I don't know, it just.. feels like everyone has a lot to unpack, I'm guessing. I mean, maybe I do too, but... I don't quite belong here.

[barondoctormarius]

...Mhm, mhm... And how does that make you feel? :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I.. I don't know? Weird? Out of place? [She pauses. She's starting to think they aren't a therapist]

[barondoctormarius]

I see... And how does that make you feel

*They are frantically scribbling things down*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Hey, look, is that the only thing you're going to say this whole time??

[Faerah's eyes narrow a bit, and she raises an eyebrow] ... Are you even qualified to do this???

[barondoctormarius]

No, I'm going to say quite a few things like "that must have been difficult" and "what emotions did that provoke within you" and the likes. I'm plenty qualified to do this!

So when you realized you didn't belong you sure must have felt like maybe there's something wrong with you, right?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I, well.. yeah, kinda. I mean, you lot are all like... [She makes a vague gesture] Yourselves. And then I'm here like the sad egg of a mortal that I am. I don't even feel like I'm worthy of marrying right now and—ugh...

[barondoctormarius]

You're going to be marrying? How romantic! Will you be wearing a dress? Or a suit? Or something else? *Gasp* what flowers have you chosen for the wedding? Will there be cake?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Now see, that's the problem! I don't know how to plan a wedding. I mean, sure, I have Raphaella to help me out, but like... I think I might fuck everything up quite badly...

[barondoctormarius]

I can help! Ask me! Please please please let me help! I love weddings!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

What? I mean, uh.. really? Are you sure? Do you even know who I'm marrying...?

[barondoctormarius]

Yes I'm sure! ...Wait who are you marrying? Who's the special someoooone?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Uh.. well... it's..... [Faerah's voice drops to a low, conspirational tone] .... Carmilla.. I'm marrying Carmilla......

[barondoctormarius]

Oh! She finally found someone she loves? How good for her! So, what have you planned already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, I don't think she actually loves me, but uh... [Faerah looks away] Sorry, haha, anyway, um... the best I've got generally planned is food.. 'cause all I can do is cook, so....

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius sneakily starts scribbling things down again*

You don't think she actually loves you? What makes you say that?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

That's.... not important.. [She's stress-eating another cupcake...] Right, so uh, wedding planning—

[barondoctormarius]

You're deflecting. Why does she not love you?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Well, no, she does I think but like.... she's way out of my league. I don't even know how I got here and.. I dunno I'm never actually gonna fit here.....

[barondoctormarius]

*They very intently scribble something down, then give Faerah an intrigued look, while saying nothing*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... What? [Faerah almost chokes on the cupcake wrapper. Almost] ... Why are you looking at me like that?

[barondoctormarius]

This is how I look at people when I want them to elaborate :(

*They look about to cry*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh—I—Oh no, I'm sorry.. [Faerah stands up quickly but awkwardly and steps over to them] Please don't cry..

[barondoctormarius]

*They sniffle pathetically*

Will you pretty please elaborate on what you were saying? :(

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Of course I will! Just... please don't cry. [Faerah gives them an awkward hug, giving them room to pull away if they so desire]

[barondoctormarius]

*They hug back tightly, pulling away after a good moment*

Hurrah! Alright, I'm ready to hear :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah sighs] So.. what I mean is like... you know, I kind of just showed up here. I don't have any skills or anything interesting about me.. and I'm not even all that attractive..... and I seriously wonder why Carmilla even settles for me........ and I don't even think any of the others actually like me and all that......

[barondoctormarius]

Well I like you :) you let me do therapy on you :) and you gave me a cupcake!

Also Carmilla agreed to marry you, yes? She clearly must like you then. Unless you forced her at gunpoint. I think she might still like you even then, I don't think a gun can kill her really?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I mean.. well no, she can't be killed..... but that brings me to the whole 'I'm-mortal-and-everyone-else-is-immortal' thing.....

[barondoctormarius]

Are you scared to die?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... [Faerah doesn't provide a response]

[barondoctormarius]

*They loudly write down a long sentence*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only stares as they write, because how does one write loudly..?]

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius stares at her for a moment, opens their mouth, closes it again, grimaces, mulls it over and then smiles, before finally speaking*

I could mechanize you? :D the others would be mad at me but with how loveable my face is they won't stay mad for long!

[barondoctormarius]

[Faerah finds Marius.. somehow. She looks like she's been wandering for far too long] Aha.... hi.... care for a cupcake? - @records-of-theonewhoslumbers

Ooooh! Yes please!

*They seem to be too caught up in the promise of a cupcake to notice Faerah's current state*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah hands them a cupcake, muttering something halfway under her breath]

.. should've made more wedding invites

Anyway, uh, yeah, just stopping by to hand these out.

[She waves the cupcake tray in the air a bit]

[barondoctormarius]

*They absolutely devour the cupcake, then give Faerah a good look*

*Mouth full* This is delicious! ... *awkward swallow* ...Are you alright? Do you need a doctor? I'm a doctor!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only sighs, leaning against the wall while snacking on one of her cupcakes] ... I feel like I need a therapist with the amount of stress I've had lately...

[barondoctormarius]

*They start smiling widely*

Well then aren't you in great luck! I'm an expert in psychology, and I'm available for a therapy session right now!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

You.. really, but you don't— [She was about to say that they didn't look like a psychologist, but she held her tongue]

... Yeah, sure. I heard it's healthy to.. not.... what was it..... bottle things up? Sorry, I forget a lot, haha..

[barondoctormarius]

Oh yes, bottling things up is horrible for you. That's why I'm trying to get everyone on the ship to throw out every bottle we have. How does that make you feel?

*They pull a notepad and a pencil out from one of their pockets*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, that's.. we're jumping straight into this, huh? Haha... [Faerah moves to sit on the floor, setting her cupcake tray down gently] I don't know, it just.. feels like everyone has a lot to unpack, I'm guessing. I mean, maybe I do too, but... I don't quite belong here.

[barondoctormarius]

...Mhm, mhm... And how does that make you feel? :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I.. I don't know? Weird? Out of place? [She pauses. She's starting to think they aren't a therapist]

[barondoctormarius]

I see... And how does that make you feel

*They are frantically scribbling things down*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Hey, look, is that the only thing you're going to say this whole time??

[Faerah's eyes narrow a bit, and she raises an eyebrow] ... Are you even qualified to do this???

[barondoctormarius]

No, I'm going to say quite a few things like "that must have been difficult" and "what emotions did that provoke within you" and the likes. I'm plenty qualified to do this!

So when you realized you didn't belong you sure must have felt like maybe there's something wrong with you, right?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I, well.. yeah, kinda. I mean, you lot are all like... [She makes a vague gesture] Yourselves. And then I'm here like the sad egg of a mortal that I am. I don't even feel like I'm worthy of marrying right now and—ugh...

[barondoctormarius]

You're going to be marrying? How romantic! Will you be wearing a dress? Or a suit? Or something else? *Gasp* what flowers have you chosen for the wedding? Will there be cake?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Now see, that's the problem! I don't know how to plan a wedding. I mean, sure, I have Raphaella to help me out, but like... I think I might fuck everything up quite badly...

[barondoctormarius]

I can help! Ask me! Please please please let me help! I love weddings!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

What? I mean, uh.. really? Are you sure? Do you even know who I'm marrying...?

[barondoctormarius]

Yes I'm sure! ...Wait who are you marrying? Who's the special someoooone?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Uh.. well... it's..... [Faerah's voice drops to a low, conspirational tone] .... Carmilla.. I'm marrying Carmilla......

[barondoctormarius]

Oh! She finally found someone she loves? How good for her! So, what have you planned already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, I don't think she actually loves me, but uh... [Faerah looks away] Sorry, haha, anyway, um... the best I've got generally planned is food.. 'cause all I can do is cook, so....

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius sneakily starts scribbling things down again*

You don't think she actually loves you? What makes you say that?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

That's.... not important.. [She's stress-eating another cupcake...] Right, so uh, wedding planning—

[barondoctormarius]

You're deflecting. Why does she not love you?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Well, no, she does I think but like.... she's way out of my league. I don't even know how I got here and.. I dunno I'm never actually gonna fit here.....

[barondoctormarius]

*They very intently scribble something down, then give Faerah an intrigued look, while saying nothing*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... What? [Faerah almost chokes on the cupcake wrapper. Almost] ... Why are you looking at me like that?

[barondoctormarius]

This is how I look at people when I want them to elaborate :(

*They look about to cry*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh—I—Oh no, I'm sorry.. [Faerah stands up quickly but awkwardly and steps over to them] Please don't cry..

[barondoctormarius]

*They sniffle pathetically*

Will you pretty please elaborate on what you were saying? :(

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Of course I will! Just... please don't cry. [Faerah gives them an awkward hug, giving them room to pull away if they so desire]

[barondoctormarius]

*They hug back tightly, pulling away after a good moment*

Hurrah! Alright, I'm ready to hear :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah sighs] So.. what I mean is like... you know, I kind of just showed up here. I don't have any skills or anything interesting about me.. and I'm not even all that attractive..... and I seriously wonder why Carmilla even settles for me........ and I don't even think any of the others actually like me and all that......

[barondoctormarius]

Well I like you :) you let me do therapy on you :) and you gave me a cupcake!

Also Carmilla agreed to marry you, yes? She clearly must like you then. Unless you forced her at gunpoint. I think she might still like you even then, I don't think a gun can kill her really?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I mean.. well no, she can't be killed..... but that brings me to the whole 'I'm-mortal-and-everyone-else-is-immortal' thing.....

[barondoctormarius]

Are you scared to die?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... [Faerah doesn't provide a response]

[barondoctormarius]

*They loudly write down a long sentence*

[barondoctormarius]

[Faerah finds Marius.. somehow. She looks like she's been wandering for far too long] Aha.... hi.... care for a cupcake? - @records-of-theonewhoslumbers

Ooooh! Yes please!

*They seem to be too caught up in the promise of a cupcake to notice Faerah's current state*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah hands them a cupcake, muttering something halfway under her breath]

.. should've made more wedding invites

Anyway, uh, yeah, just stopping by to hand these out.

[She waves the cupcake tray in the air a bit]

[barondoctormarius]

*They absolutely devour the cupcake, then give Faerah a good look*

*Mouth full* This is delicious! ... *awkward swallow* ...Are you alright? Do you need a doctor? I'm a doctor!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only sighs, leaning against the wall while snacking on one of her cupcakes] ... I feel like I need a therapist with the amount of stress I've had lately...

[barondoctormarius]

*They start smiling widely*

Well then aren't you in great luck! I'm an expert in psychology, and I'm available for a therapy session right now!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

You.. really, but you don't— [She was about to say that they didn't look like a psychologist, but she held her tongue]

... Yeah, sure. I heard it's healthy to.. not.... what was it..... bottle things up? Sorry, I forget a lot, haha..

[barondoctormarius]

Oh yes, bottling things up is horrible for you. That's why I'm trying to get everyone on the ship to throw out every bottle we have. How does that make you feel?

*They pull a notepad and a pencil out from one of their pockets*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, that's.. we're jumping straight into this, huh? Haha... [Faerah moves to sit on the floor, setting her cupcake tray down gently] I don't know, it just.. feels like everyone has a lot to unpack, I'm guessing. I mean, maybe I do too, but... I don't quite belong here.

[barondoctormarius]

...Mhm, mhm... And how does that make you feel? :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I.. I don't know? Weird? Out of place? [She pauses. She's starting to think they aren't a therapist]

[barondoctormarius]

I see... And how does that make you feel

*They are frantically scribbling things down*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Hey, look, is that the only thing you're going to say this whole time??

[Faerah's eyes narrow a bit, and she raises an eyebrow] ... Are you even qualified to do this???

[barondoctormarius]

No, I'm going to say quite a few things like "that must have been difficult" and "what emotions did that provoke within you" and the likes. I'm plenty qualified to do this!

So when you realized you didn't belong you sure must have felt like maybe there's something wrong with you, right?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I, well.. yeah, kinda. I mean, you lot are all like... [She makes a vague gesture] Yourselves. And then I'm here like the sad egg of a mortal that I am. I don't even feel like I'm worthy of marrying right now and—ugh...

[barondoctormarius]

You're going to be marrying? How romantic! Will you be wearing a dress? Or a suit? Or something else? *Gasp* what flowers have you chosen for the wedding? Will there be cake?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Now see, that's the problem! I don't know how to plan a wedding. I mean, sure, I have Raphaella to help me out, but like... I think I might fuck everything up quite badly...

[barondoctormarius]

I can help! Ask me! Please please please let me help! I love weddings!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

What? I mean, uh.. really? Are you sure? Do you even know who I'm marrying...?

[barondoctormarius]

Yes I'm sure! ...Wait who are you marrying? Who's the special someoooone?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Uh.. well... it's..... [Faerah's voice drops to a low, conspirational tone] .... Carmilla.. I'm marrying Carmilla......

[barondoctormarius]

Oh! She finally found someone she loves? How good for her! So, what have you planned already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, I don't think she actually loves me, but uh... [Faerah looks away] Sorry, haha, anyway, um... the best I've got generally planned is food.. 'cause all I can do is cook, so....

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius sneakily starts scribbling things down again*

You don't think she actually loves you? What makes you say that?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

That's.... not important.. [She's stress-eating another cupcake...] Right, so uh, wedding planning—

[barondoctormarius]

You're deflecting. Why does she not love you?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Well, no, she does I think but like.... she's way out of my league. I don't even know how I got here and.. I dunno I'm never actually gonna fit here.....

[barondoctormarius]

*They very intently scribble something down, then give Faerah an intrigued look, while saying nothing*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... What? [Faerah almost chokes on the cupcake wrapper. Almost] ... Why are you looking at me like that?

[barondoctormarius]

This is how I look at people when I want them to elaborate :(

*They look about to cry*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh—I—Oh no, I'm sorry.. [Faerah stands up quickly but awkwardly and steps over to them] Please don't cry..

[barondoctormarius]

*They sniffle pathetically*

Will you pretty please elaborate on what you were saying? :(

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Of course I will! Just... please don't cry. [Faerah gives them an awkward hug, giving them room to pull away if they so desire]

[barondoctormarius]

*They hug back tightly, pulling away after a good moment*

Hurrah! Alright, I'm ready to hear :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah sighs] So.. what I mean is like... you know, I kind of just showed up here. I don't have any skills or anything interesting about me.. and I'm not even all that attractive..... and I seriously wonder why Carmilla even settles for me........ and I don't even think any of the others actually like me and all that......

[barondoctormarius]

Well I like you :) you let me do therapy on you :) and you gave me a cupcake!

Also Carmilla agreed to marry you, yes? She clearly must like you then. Unless you forced her at gunpoint. I think she might still like you even then, I don't think a gun can kill her really?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I mean.. well no, she can't be killed..... but that brings me to the whole 'I'm-mortal-and-everyone-else-is-immortal' thing.....

[barondoctormarius]

Are you scared to die?

[barondoctormarius]

[Faerah finds Marius.. somehow. She looks like she's been wandering for far too long] Aha.... hi.... care for a cupcake? - @records-of-theonewhoslumbers

Ooooh! Yes please!

*They seem to be too caught up in the promise of a cupcake to notice Faerah's current state*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah hands them a cupcake, muttering something halfway under her breath]

.. should've made more wedding invites

Anyway, uh, yeah, just stopping by to hand these out.

[She waves the cupcake tray in the air a bit]

[barondoctormarius]

*They absolutely devour the cupcake, then give Faerah a good look*

*Mouth full* This is delicious! ... *awkward swallow* ...Are you alright? Do you need a doctor? I'm a doctor!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only sighs, leaning against the wall while snacking on one of her cupcakes] ... I feel like I need a therapist with the amount of stress I've had lately...

[barondoctormarius]

*They start smiling widely*

Well then aren't you in great luck! I'm an expert in psychology, and I'm available for a therapy session right now!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

You.. really, but you don't— [She was about to say that they didn't look like a psychologist, but she held her tongue]

... Yeah, sure. I heard it's healthy to.. not.... what was it..... bottle things up? Sorry, I forget a lot, haha..

[barondoctormarius]

Oh yes, bottling things up is horrible for you. That's why I'm trying to get everyone on the ship to throw out every bottle we have. How does that make you feel?

*They pull a notepad and a pencil out from one of their pockets*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, that's.. we're jumping straight into this, huh? Haha... [Faerah moves to sit on the floor, setting her cupcake tray down gently] I don't know, it just.. feels like everyone has a lot to unpack, I'm guessing. I mean, maybe I do too, but... I don't quite belong here.

[barondoctormarius]

...Mhm, mhm... And how does that make you feel? :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I.. I don't know? Weird? Out of place? [She pauses. She's starting to think they aren't a therapist]

[barondoctormarius]

I see... And how does that make you feel

*They are frantically scribbling things down*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Hey, look, is that the only thing you're going to say this whole time??

[Faerah's eyes narrow a bit, and she raises an eyebrow] ... Are you even qualified to do this???

[barondoctormarius]

No, I'm going to say quite a few things like "that must have been difficult" and "what emotions did that provoke within you" and the likes. I'm plenty qualified to do this!

So when you realized you didn't belong you sure must have felt like maybe there's something wrong with you, right?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I, well.. yeah, kinda. I mean, you lot are all like... [She makes a vague gesture] Yourselves. And then I'm here like the sad egg of a mortal that I am. I don't even feel like I'm worthy of marrying right now and—ugh...

[barondoctormarius]

You're going to be marrying? How romantic! Will you be wearing a dress? Or a suit? Or something else? *Gasp* what flowers have you chosen for the wedding? Will there be cake?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Now see, that's the problem! I don't know how to plan a wedding. I mean, sure, I have Raphaella to help me out, but like... I think I might fuck everything up quite badly...

[barondoctormarius]

I can help! Ask me! Please please please let me help! I love weddings!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

What? I mean, uh.. really? Are you sure? Do you even know who I'm marrying...?

[barondoctormarius]

Yes I'm sure! ...Wait who are you marrying? Who's the special someoooone?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Uh.. well... it's..... [Faerah's voice drops to a low, conspirational tone] .... Carmilla.. I'm marrying Carmilla......

[barondoctormarius]

Oh! She finally found someone she loves? How good for her! So, what have you planned already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, I don't think she actually loves me, but uh... [Faerah looks away] Sorry, haha, anyway, um... the best I've got generally planned is food.. 'cause all I can do is cook, so....

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius sneakily starts scribbling things down again*

You don't think she actually loves you? What makes you say that?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

That's.... not important.. [She's stress-eating another cupcake...] Right, so uh, wedding planning—

[barondoctormarius]

You're deflecting. Why does she not love you?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Well, no, she does I think but like.... she's way out of my league. I don't even know how I got here and.. I dunno I'm never actually gonna fit here.....

[barondoctormarius]

*They very intently scribble something down, then give Faerah an intrigued look, while saying nothing*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... What? [Faerah almost chokes on the cupcake wrapper. Almost] ... Why are you looking at me like that?

[barondoctormarius]

This is how I look at people when I want them to elaborate :(

*They look about to cry*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh—I—Oh no, I'm sorry.. [Faerah stands up quickly but awkwardly and steps over to them] Please don't cry..

[barondoctormarius]

*They sniffle pathetically*

Will you pretty please elaborate on what you were saying? :(

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Of course I will! Just... please don't cry. [Faerah gives them an awkward hug, giving them room to pull away if they so desire]

[barondoctormarius]

*They hug back tightly, pulling away after a good moment*

Hurrah! Alright, I'm ready to hear :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah sighs] So.. what I mean is like... you know, I kind of just showed up here. I don't have any skills or anything interesting about me.. and I'm not even all that attractive..... and I seriously wonder why Carmilla even settles for me........ and I don't even think any of the others actually like me and all that......

[barondoctormarius]

Well I like you :) you let me do therapy on you :) and you gave me a cupcake!

Also Carmilla agreed to marry you, yes? She clearly must like you then. Unless you forced her at gunpoint. I think she might still like you even then, I don't think a gun can kill her really?

[barondoctormarius]

[Faerah finds Marius.. somehow. She looks like she's been wandering for far too long] Aha.... hi.... care for a cupcake? - @records-of-theonewhoslumbers

Ooooh! Yes please!

*They seem to be too caught up in the promise of a cupcake to notice Faerah's current state*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah hands them a cupcake, muttering something halfway under her breath]

.. should've made more wedding invites

Anyway, uh, yeah, just stopping by to hand these out.

[She waves the cupcake tray in the air a bit]

[barondoctormarius]

*They absolutely devour the cupcake, then give Faerah a good look*

*Mouth full* This is delicious! ... *awkward swallow* ...Are you alright? Do you need a doctor? I'm a doctor!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only sighs, leaning against the wall while snacking on one of her cupcakes] ... I feel like I need a therapist with the amount of stress I've had lately...

[barondoctormarius]

*They start smiling widely*

Well then aren't you in great luck! I'm an expert in psychology, and I'm available for a therapy session right now!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

You.. really, but you don't— [She was about to say that they didn't look like a psychologist, but she held her tongue]

... Yeah, sure. I heard it's healthy to.. not.... what was it..... bottle things up? Sorry, I forget a lot, haha..

[barondoctormarius]

Oh yes, bottling things up is horrible for you. That's why I'm trying to get everyone on the ship to throw out every bottle we have. How does that make you feel?

*They pull a notepad and a pencil out from one of their pockets*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, that's.. we're jumping straight into this, huh? Haha... [Faerah moves to sit on the floor, setting her cupcake tray down gently] I don't know, it just.. feels like everyone has a lot to unpack, I'm guessing. I mean, maybe I do too, but... I don't quite belong here.

[barondoctormarius]

...Mhm, mhm... And how does that make you feel? :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I.. I don't know? Weird? Out of place? [She pauses. She's starting to think they aren't a therapist]

[barondoctormarius]

I see... And how does that make you feel

*They are frantically scribbling things down*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Hey, look, is that the only thing you're going to say this whole time??

[Faerah's eyes narrow a bit, and she raises an eyebrow] ... Are you even qualified to do this???

[barondoctormarius]

No, I'm going to say quite a few things like "that must have been difficult" and "what emotions did that provoke within you" and the likes. I'm plenty qualified to do this!

So when you realized you didn't belong you sure must have felt like maybe there's something wrong with you, right?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I, well.. yeah, kinda. I mean, you lot are all like... [She makes a vague gesture] Yourselves. And then I'm here like the sad egg of a mortal that I am. I don't even feel like I'm worthy of marrying right now and—ugh...

[barondoctormarius]

You're going to be marrying? How romantic! Will you be wearing a dress? Or a suit? Or something else? *Gasp* what flowers have you chosen for the wedding? Will there be cake?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Now see, that's the problem! I don't know how to plan a wedding. I mean, sure, I have Raphaella to help me out, but like... I think I might fuck everything up quite badly...

[barondoctormarius]

I can help! Ask me! Please please please let me help! I love weddings!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

What? I mean, uh.. really? Are you sure? Do you even know who I'm marrying...?

[barondoctormarius]

Yes I'm sure! ...Wait who are you marrying? Who's the special someoooone?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Uh.. well... it's..... [Faerah's voice drops to a low, conspirational tone] .... Carmilla.. I'm marrying Carmilla......

[barondoctormarius]

Oh! She finally found someone she loves? How good for her! So, what have you planned already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, I don't think she actually loves me, but uh... [Faerah looks away] Sorry, haha, anyway, um... the best I've got generally planned is food.. 'cause all I can do is cook, so....

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius sneakily starts scribbling things down again*

You don't think she actually loves you? What makes you say that?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

That's.... not important.. [She's stress-eating another cupcake...] Right, so uh, wedding planning—

[barondoctormarius]

You're deflecting. Why does she not love you?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Well, no, she does I think but like.... she's way out of my league. I don't even know how I got here and.. I dunno I'm never actually gonna fit here.....

[barondoctormarius]

*They very intently scribble something down, then give Faerah an intrigued look, while saying nothing*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... What? [Faerah almost chokes on the cupcake wrapper. Almost] ... Why are you looking at me like that?

[barondoctormarius]

This is how I look at people when I want them to elaborate :(

*They look about to cry*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh—I—Oh no, I'm sorry.. [Faerah stands up quickly but awkwardly and steps over to them] Please don't cry..

[barondoctormarius]

*They sniffle pathetically*

Will you pretty please elaborate on what you were saying? :(

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Of course I will! Just... please don't cry. [Faerah gives them an awkward hug, giving them room to pull away if they so desire]

[barondoctormarius]

*They hug back tightly, pulling away after a good moment*

Hurrah! Alright, I'm ready to hear :)

[barondoctormarius]

[Faerah finds Marius.. somehow. She looks like she's been wandering for far too long] Aha.... hi.... care for a cupcake? - @records-of-theonewhoslumbers

Ooooh! Yes please!

*They seem to be too caught up in the promise of a cupcake to notice Faerah's current state*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah hands them a cupcake, muttering something halfway under her breath]

.. should've made more wedding invites

Anyway, uh, yeah, just stopping by to hand these out.

[She waves the cupcake tray in the air a bit]

[barondoctormarius]

*They absolutely devour the cupcake, then give Faerah a good look*

*Mouth full* This is delicious! ... *awkward swallow* ...Are you alright? Do you need a doctor? I'm a doctor!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only sighs, leaning against the wall while snacking on one of her cupcakes] ... I feel like I need a therapist with the amount of stress I've had lately...

[barondoctormarius]

*They start smiling widely*

Well then aren't you in great luck! I'm an expert in psychology, and I'm available for a therapy session right now!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

You.. really, but you don't— [She was about to say that they didn't look like a psychologist, but she held her tongue]

... Yeah, sure. I heard it's healthy to.. not.... what was it..... bottle things up? Sorry, I forget a lot, haha..

[barondoctormarius]

Oh yes, bottling things up is horrible for you. That's why I'm trying to get everyone on the ship to throw out every bottle we have. How does that make you feel?

*They pull a notepad and a pencil out from one of their pockets*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, that's.. we're jumping straight into this, huh? Haha... [Faerah moves to sit on the floor, setting her cupcake tray down gently] I don't know, it just.. feels like everyone has a lot to unpack, I'm guessing. I mean, maybe I do too, but... I don't quite belong here.

[barondoctormarius]

...Mhm, mhm... And how does that make you feel? :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I.. I don't know? Weird? Out of place? [She pauses. She's starting to think they aren't a therapist]

[barondoctormarius]

I see... And how does that make you feel

*They are frantically scribbling things down*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Hey, look, is that the only thing you're going to say this whole time??

[Faerah's eyes narrow a bit, and she raises an eyebrow] ... Are you even qualified to do this???

[barondoctormarius]

No, I'm going to say quite a few things like "that must have been difficult" and "what emotions did that provoke within you" and the likes. I'm plenty qualified to do this!

So when you realized you didn't belong you sure must have felt like maybe there's something wrong with you, right?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I, well.. yeah, kinda. I mean, you lot are all like... [She makes a vague gesture] Yourselves. And then I'm here like the sad egg of a mortal that I am. I don't even feel like I'm worthy of marrying right now and—ugh...

[barondoctormarius]

You're going to be marrying? How romantic! Will you be wearing a dress? Or a suit? Or something else? *Gasp* what flowers have you chosen for the wedding? Will there be cake?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Now see, that's the problem! I don't know how to plan a wedding. I mean, sure, I have Raphaella to help me out, but like... I think I might fuck everything up quite badly...

[barondoctormarius]

I can help! Ask me! Please please please let me help! I love weddings!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

What? I mean, uh.. really? Are you sure? Do you even know who I'm marrying...?

[barondoctormarius]

Yes I'm sure! ...Wait who are you marrying? Who's the special someoooone?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Uh.. well... it's..... [Faerah's voice drops to a low, conspirational tone] .... Carmilla.. I'm marrying Carmilla......

[barondoctormarius]

Oh! She finally found someone she loves? How good for her! So, what have you planned already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, I don't think she actually loves me, but uh... [Faerah looks away] Sorry, haha, anyway, um... the best I've got generally planned is food.. 'cause all I can do is cook, so....

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius sneakily starts scribbling things down again*

You don't think she actually loves you? What makes you say that?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

That's.... not important.. [She's stress-eating another cupcake...] Right, so uh, wedding planning—

[barondoctormarius]

You're deflecting. Why does she not love you?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Well, no, she does I think but like.... she's way out of my league. I don't even know how I got here and.. I dunno I'm never actually gonna fit here.....

[barondoctormarius]

*They very intently scribble something down, then give Faerah an intrigued look, while saying nothing*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... What? [Faerah almost chokes on the cupcake wrapper. Almost] ... Why are you looking at me like that?

[barondoctormarius]

This is how I look at people when I want them to elaborate :(

*They look about to cry*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh—I—Oh no, I'm sorry.. [Faerah stands up quickly but awkwardly and steps over to them] Please don't cry..

[barondoctormarius]

*They sniffle pathetically*

Will you pretty please elaborate on what you were saying? :(

[barondoctormarius]

[Faerah finds Marius.. somehow. She looks like she's been wandering for far too long] Aha.... hi.... care for a cupcake? - @records-of-theonewhoslumbers

Ooooh! Yes please!

*They seem to be too caught up in the promise of a cupcake to notice Faerah's current state*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah hands them a cupcake, muttering something halfway under her breath]

.. should've made more wedding invites

Anyway, uh, yeah, just stopping by to hand these out.

[She waves the cupcake tray in the air a bit]

[barondoctormarius]

*They absolutely devour the cupcake, then give Faerah a good look*

*Mouth full* This is delicious! ... *awkward swallow* ...Are you alright? Do you need a doctor? I'm a doctor!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only sighs, leaning against the wall while snacking on one of her cupcakes] ... I feel like I need a therapist with the amount of stress I've had lately...

[barondoctormarius]

*They start smiling widely*

Well then aren't you in great luck! I'm an expert in psychology, and I'm available for a therapy session right now!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

You.. really, but you don't— [She was about to say that they didn't look like a psychologist, but she held her tongue]

... Yeah, sure. I heard it's healthy to.. not.... what was it..... bottle things up? Sorry, I forget a lot, haha..

[barondoctormarius]

Oh yes, bottling things up is horrible for you. That's why I'm trying to get everyone on the ship to throw out every bottle we have. How does that make you feel?

*They pull a notepad and a pencil out from one of their pockets*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, that's.. we're jumping straight into this, huh? Haha... [Faerah moves to sit on the floor, setting her cupcake tray down gently] I don't know, it just.. feels like everyone has a lot to unpack, I'm guessing. I mean, maybe I do too, but... I don't quite belong here.

[barondoctormarius]

...Mhm, mhm... And how does that make you feel? :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I.. I don't know? Weird? Out of place? [She pauses. She's starting to think they aren't a therapist]

[barondoctormarius]

I see... And how does that make you feel

*They are frantically scribbling things down*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Hey, look, is that the only thing you're going to say this whole time??

[Faerah's eyes narrow a bit, and she raises an eyebrow] ... Are you even qualified to do this???

[barondoctormarius]

No, I'm going to say quite a few things like "that must have been difficult" and "what emotions did that provoke within you" and the likes. I'm plenty qualified to do this!

So when you realized you didn't belong you sure must have felt like maybe there's something wrong with you, right?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I, well.. yeah, kinda. I mean, you lot are all like... [She makes a vague gesture] Yourselves. And then I'm here like the sad egg of a mortal that I am. I don't even feel like I'm worthy of marrying right now and—ugh...

[barondoctormarius]

You're going to be marrying? How romantic! Will you be wearing a dress? Or a suit? Or something else? *Gasp* what flowers have you chosen for the wedding? Will there be cake?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Now see, that's the problem! I don't know how to plan a wedding. I mean, sure, I have Raphaella to help me out, but like... I think I might fuck everything up quite badly...

[barondoctormarius]

I can help! Ask me! Please please please let me help! I love weddings!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

What? I mean, uh.. really? Are you sure? Do you even know who I'm marrying...?

[barondoctormarius]

Yes I'm sure! ...Wait who are you marrying? Who's the special someoooone?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Uh.. well... it's..... [Faerah's voice drops to a low, conspirational tone] .... Carmilla.. I'm marrying Carmilla......

[barondoctormarius]

Oh! She finally found someone she loves? How good for her! So, what have you planned already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, I don't think she actually loves me, but uh... [Faerah looks away] Sorry, haha, anyway, um... the best I've got generally planned is food.. 'cause all I can do is cook, so....

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius sneakily starts scribbling things down again*

You don't think she actually loves you? What makes you say that?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

That's.... not important.. [She's stress-eating another cupcake...] Right, so uh, wedding planning—

[barondoctormarius]

You're deflecting. Why does she not love you?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Well, no, she does I think but like.... she's way out of my league. I don't even know how I got here and.. I dunno I'm never actually gonna fit here.....

[barondoctormarius]

*They very intently scribble something down, then give Faerah an intrigued look, while saying nothing*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

... What? [Faerah almost chokes on the cupcake wrapper. Almost] ... Why are you looking at me like that?

[barondoctormarius]

This is how I look at people when I want them to elaborate :(

*They look about to cry*

[barondoctormarius]

[Faerah finds Marius.. somehow. She looks like she's been wandering for far too long] Aha.... hi.... care for a cupcake? - @records-of-theonewhoslumbers

Ooooh! Yes please!

*They seem to be too caught up in the promise of a cupcake to notice Faerah's current state*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah hands them a cupcake, muttering something halfway under her breath]

.. should've made more wedding invites

Anyway, uh, yeah, just stopping by to hand these out.

[She waves the cupcake tray in the air a bit]

[barondoctormarius]

*They absolutely devour the cupcake, then give Faerah a good look*

*Mouth full* This is delicious! ... *awkward swallow* ...Are you alright? Do you need a doctor? I'm a doctor!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

[Faerah only sighs, leaning against the wall while snacking on one of her cupcakes] ... I feel like I need a therapist with the amount of stress I've had lately...

[barondoctormarius]

*They start smiling widely*

Well then aren't you in great luck! I'm an expert in psychology, and I'm available for a therapy session right now!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

You.. really, but you don't— [She was about to say that they didn't look like a psychologist, but she held her tongue]

... Yeah, sure. I heard it's healthy to.. not.... what was it..... bottle things up? Sorry, I forget a lot, haha..

[barondoctormarius]

Oh yes, bottling things up is horrible for you. That's why I'm trying to get everyone on the ship to throw out every bottle we have. How does that make you feel?

*They pull a notepad and a pencil out from one of their pockets*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, that's.. we're jumping straight into this, huh? Haha... [Faerah moves to sit on the floor, setting her cupcake tray down gently] I don't know, it just.. feels like everyone has a lot to unpack, I'm guessing. I mean, maybe I do too, but... I don't quite belong here.

[barondoctormarius]

...Mhm, mhm... And how does that make you feel? :)

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I.. I don't know? Weird? Out of place? [She pauses. She's starting to think they aren't a therapist]

[barondoctormarius]

I see... And how does that make you feel

*They are frantically scribbling things down*

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Hey, look, is that the only thing you're going to say this whole time??

[Faerah's eyes narrow a bit, and she raises an eyebrow] ... Are you even qualified to do this???

[barondoctormarius]

No, I'm going to say quite a few things like "that must have been difficult" and "what emotions did that provoke within you" and the likes. I'm plenty qualified to do this!

So when you realized you didn't belong you sure must have felt like maybe there's something wrong with you, right?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

I, well.. yeah, kinda. I mean, you lot are all like... [She makes a vague gesture] Yourselves. And then I'm here like the sad egg of a mortal that I am. I don't even feel like I'm worthy of marrying right now and—ugh...

[barondoctormarius]

You're going to be marrying? How romantic! Will you be wearing a dress? Or a suit? Or something else? *Gasp* what flowers have you chosen for the wedding? Will there be cake?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Now see, that's the problem! I don't know how to plan a wedding. I mean, sure, I have Raphaella to help me out, but like... I think I might fuck everything up quite badly...

[barondoctormarius]

I can help! Ask me! Please please please let me help! I love weddings!

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

What? I mean, uh.. really? Are you sure? Do you even know who I'm marrying...?

[barondoctormarius]

Yes I'm sure! ...Wait who are you marrying? Who's the special someoooone?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Uh.. well... it's..... [Faerah's voice drops to a low, conspirational tone] .... Carmilla.. I'm marrying Carmilla......

[barondoctormarius]

Oh! She finally found someone she loves? How good for her! So, what have you planned already?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Oh, I don't think she actually loves me, but uh... [Faerah looks away] Sorry, haha, anyway, um... the best I've got generally planned is food.. 'cause all I can do is cook, so....

[barondoctormarius]

*Marius sneakily starts scribbling things down again*

You don't think she actually loves you? What makes you say that?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

That's.... not important.. [She's stress-eating another cupcake...] Right, so uh, wedding planning—

[barondoctormarius]

You're deflecting. Why does she not love you?

[records-of-theonewhoslumbers]

Well, no, she does I think but like.... she's way out of my league. I don't even know how I got here and.. I dunno I'm never actually gonna fit here.....

[barondoctormarius]

*They very intently scribble something down, then give Faerah an intrigued look, while saying nothing*