#ophelia.

[ofwrxth]

+ ISABELLA OLYMPIA, OUTREACH OFFICES

"Okay...good news or bad news?" Ophelia says, taking a seat on the floor opposite Bella in their joint office, hands resting on her thighs as she sighs. "Actually, don't answer – we'll do bad news first." It's best to rip the bandaid off. "Callista Calder reached out for a meeting to discuss her sponsorship for the educational programs." Fee grimaces a bit. "Which I think means she's leaning to pull out. Something about not wanting to seem like she sponsoring Ascend scholars. And that sponsoring education opportunities makes it seem like that's what she's doing." Even if it's not. And they went over it numerous times before she'd signed off. That sponsoring education programs simply means helping provide better access to educational resources and instructors in The Wards. Not ensuring entry to the Ascend program. "I think that her family got to her. They were always against her working with us." Fee exhales. "So...that's not great. Maybe it's not the case but...gut feeling, you know?

"But." She brightens at her sister, shifting from feet tucked beneath her to a cross-legged position. "I did get an interesting Star Link from Nadia Belcourt." A pause and a hopeful smile. "She wants to discuss potential opportunities for the Alexandrian Society on Equinox. Not exactly The Wards but...maybe if she can see what we're trying to do...it's just crazy that most people in The Wards don't even know about the society? Or about our history. I'm sure there's going to be a lot of red tape but...that's still something, right?" They'd known going into this that establishing Outreach wasn't going to be a moonwalk. If anything, it's felt like they've been in the gravity well lately. But any news is good news at this point, and she thinks there's some real promise. "So I was thinking we could work on a proposal to present. And Felix knows her, right? Maybe he could give some insight?" @rviner

[broughtbackright]

I, uh.

Fuck this is gonna sound corny as anything.

I did miss you guys. Genuinely.

We missed you too, Will.

–Ophelia

[parancrmcl]

ophelia had always prided herself on maintaining a professional demeanor, no matter the situation. but as she walked into the elegantly decorated hotel lobby for her next client meeting, her heart was racing in a way that had nothing to do with excitement for the job. she scanned the room, looking for the couple she was supposed to meet. her eyes landed on a figure with a familiar laugh, and her breath caught in her throat. there, standing by the grand piano, was her ex from college. the one who had left a mark on her heart that she thought she had long since buried and they were here to discuss their wedding. with someone else. "you weren't supposed to be here, yet," phe offered, feeling herself flustering, "are you alone, today?"

@caeruleums liked for a closed starter. plot — fourth plot point from here. but i one hundred percent think we can mix and match more.

[cassiuspr]

Just heard something pretty interesting!

–Ophelia

[bountyhaunter]

[pm] Hey Daiyu, never mind on the archery lessons... I need to leave town. I found out [.......] some pretty fucked up shit [....] and I just need to [.......] be somewhere else. Sorry. You were cool, for whatever the hell that's worth.

[...] Also Rhett is probably dead. But even if he's not, I wouldn't want him to come back. If he does show his face here again, you should stay away. [........] Sorry for being cryptic. It's a lot.

Anyway, ciao. Maybe I'll send you a postcard from California.

[pm] Yo Ophelia. [..........] Oh, shit. That's fucked. Makes sense, totally get that. Sometimes you just gotta get out. You seemed pretty cool too. Ah. My [...] Sorry. Dad's can suck, I get that. I can't wait for mine to die I'm not gonna avoid him lol bu All good. Don't worry about details and stuff. Cool. If I ever get there I'll give a shout. Sometimes I miss the west coast, man. Ciao.

[onthenightwatch]

Welp I'm gonna head out, when Edgar wakes up keep him away from the yellow suits in the back? -Hana

You've got it, girlie.

–Ophelia

[ohsimon]

when — 3 july. where — medbay. who — @kinderdays

He does not come empty-handed. The trespassers that had dared to manage their way past the gates hadn’t either, carrying two backpacks of solid supplies and walking in on sturdy boots. They had come with weapons too, as any wise person were to do these days, and that is in part why he’s here. That and the medical supplies he’s stripped off the trespassers, who now lie somewhere smoldering if Castañeda was doing his job right.

Truth be told, he could take care of this headwound himself. He would prefer to — Simon isn’t awfully fond of the medics getting up in his space. But he’s curious, and not just that: he’s hungry. There’s a manhunt, a prize that he’s aching for, deserving of, even. How humbling it had been, to watch Alexei list nineteen people and never have his lips form his name. There are murmurs among the ranks about the young Cage woman, who Simon has never really thought of twice.

Bleeding heart, maybe. Too many of those around here — but then Mike had made himself into a formidable enemy. A foolish thing, if you ask him. Regardless, he strides in, holding cloth against the headwound that has not yet ceased bleading and an old tote ( a freebie from a record store, he thinks ) filled with an assortment of medical supplies in his free hand. Upon seeing Ophelia he approaches, extending the bag. “Big score today.” One corner of his lips lifts. “I trust you can take care of it?” His now-free hand gestures up. “And take care of this? They were a vicious bunch.”

Blood sticks to his own fingers, both his and theirs. He looks down at her, presses harder on the wound. “I think it might need some stitches.” It does. There’s a sharp inhale, a crease of his brow. “We were scheduled to patrol with Mike, but shit luck, am I right?”

[daiyus]

when — june 30th where — the mall who — @kinderdays​

She’s panting, something flashing in her eyes as she makes her way down a flight of stairs. Insane, isn’t it, that malls are this big? That there could possibly be this many things to buy and sell that this much space was reserved for just that. Daiyu curses the people of a past world that had lived here ( which yes, includes Nik, her parents and every other old fucker around ) for needing something this big and maze-like to satiate their appetites. It was perfect for runners, after all.

There’s a handful of people she’s seen and then lost, the chaos and panic not helping the situation. It’s not the main thing on her mind, though, her faith in their ability to take care of themselves ever-present. But when her eyes lock on Ophelia on the opposite end of the hallway where the stairwell ends, Daiyu breathes out an exhale of relief. “Opie!”

Stupid fucking mistake, of course, to yell when there’s runners about. A crash, a bang, footsteps approaching — not her, but her blonde friend. Daiyu moves forward, pushing open folding doors and drawing her gun, relief having left her features. The bullet whizzes past Ophelia, lodges itself into the runner’s head and it drops, seven feet removed from the healer. “Shit,” she exhales, rushing over, clicking the safety of her gun on in the process. Fingers reach out for the other, eyes drawn to the body. “Shit, hey. Any idea if there’s more behind you?” She tries to peer herself, pulling Ophelia away from the direction the infected had come from. 

[preraphaelist]

The Pre-Raphaelite Pothole, Terrace Road, St. Leonards-on-sea; part of the Great Art, Great Potholes series by SinkySnap. (x)

[someone-will-remember-us-i-say]

I will be coming back to this concept. We're not done here

[lilymarch]

the woman dies.

[ofwrxth]

+ DOMINIC / TERRASIM

Despite what her sister might suggest (wrongfully so!), Ophelia invites Dominic along to the Terrasim Open Day because she thinks he won't go otherwise. She wouldn't blame him if that was the case, considering everything Equinox has put him through, but she's glad he accepts the invite. This should be for everyone. Fee thinks, lamenting that it's not the case with the hefty price tag that will be associated with Terrasim. "Are you nervous? I'm kinda nervous," Fee admits, shifting from foot to foot as she finishes chewing her Nutripack. "I've just read about a lot of these places and I guess I don't want to feel...sad that we can't go there for real."

She glances up at Dominic, "Is that dumb? I can't decide." Ophelia asks jokingly and shrugs before another thought sobers her. She can come back as often as she likes, but most people in The Wards, and a fair amount on Equniox won't be able to. She frowns slightly. "Maybe there's a way to raise money for trips here. I know it's not our top priority...but it's important to learn about the past. Everyone should be able to." Before she can get too lost in planning a new initiative right then and there, the bot managing the line beeps next and they move up a spot. "I haven't been able to decide on a place yet. What do you think of these?" Fee tugs out her StarLink, swiping to show him four locations: Prague, Zürich, Hawaii, Costa Rica. @gloriouswhispers

[broughtbackright]

Yea, You have a point!

And we can actually all communicate now! So that's something

Yeah, it’s… gonna be easier now that we can talk.

–Ophelia

[knyazsunandmoon]

Ophelia, 1872 - oil on canvas

— Jean-Baptiste Bertrand (France, 1823–1887)

[cassiuspr]

Damnnn, what did they put in that Archivist, it's giving me some inspiration (*^‿^*)

I think pure rage. Now fuck off I have to carry his fucking leg and the rest of his body separately and I don't have 6 arms like Nicholas.

–Ophelia

[mynqzo]

the lovers . penelope & ophelia