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Discordance in the Clockwork[Riv and Benzaiten]

Train....replacements..? Rhiannon couldn't quite wrap her head around what her wife was saying. "No...", Rhiannon protested. "No. How..." She gasped at an inner thought and shook her head. "How can you just stand for that? That is our project. If they want to take it, we fight! That is our research and our hard work! Years! God damn it, years, Lisa!" She shook her head again.

"If you think I will sit back and let them take our invention and ... and ... degrade us to ... to work on something like a washed-off version of our work, a freaking travel portal, you must have forgotten who you're talking to."

Take their work... Rhiannon would not let that happen. And she would certainly not live a moment of her life creating something that is only a fraction of what they've done. She would not invent such a machine. No.

"What do you even mean, they're training people to replace us? We are not replaceable! No one does what we do. No one else knows what we know. They need us. They can train others to go through the portal, sure, yes. Granted. But they can't just toss us away. What if they want a second portal? What if something destabilizes the connecti0on? What if something breaks? Who are they gonna call? An intern?" She shook her head again. A strand of her hair loosened and fell out of its place. "Why are you coming to me with such conspiracy theories? Do you have evidence? Is there something you aren't telling me, Lisa?"

Now her body turned to face her wife. She wasn't one to lie to her. Rhiannon knew that. If Lisa thought something was up, then something was up. And just because her heart told her not to believe in it didn't mean it wasn't true. "I'm sorry. Tell me what is going on."

Discordance in the Clockwork[Riv and Benzaiten]

Rhiannon enjoyed car rides on empty streets. Especially if she didn't have to drive. It allowed her to let her brain wander and wonder. She could dig into the depths of her fantasies and creativity and just relax, her eyes focused on nothing in particular as she took in the beautiful sight. Their occupation had given them quite a bit of money and so naturally, the neighbourhood they choose to reside in was a beautiful concept of art. To Rhiannon at least.

When Lisa pulled her out of her thoughts, Rhiannon took a minute to really understand her words. "Complete? ... What do you mean, complete?" Her head turned away from the window and to her partner. "There is no 'complete', is there? Once we get the portal running, we are gonna explore its possibilities and limits. We are gonna be able to see into the past. We'll be gathering information on all sorts of events, on everyday life. It'll solve many mysteries. For the first time in forever, we might be able to shed some light to the dark ages. We might actually figure out who Jack the Ripper was. All sorts of things. It might rewrite history books. Do you understand the possibilities? It would help us understand our history a great deal more. How can we pass up on a chance like that?" Her eyes drifted back to the road. The building was getting closer.

"I guess... if you're thinking that maybe we get bored of our project and would want something more challenging after a while... or in a sort of thought experiment 'oh what would we do if...' hmm.... I guess we could start on something new. But... Lis, we've been working on this since college days. I am not planning on giving it up anytime soon. Not when we're making progress. This is our baby. It belongs to us. And I plan on working on it for a great deal longer." Rhiannon thought about it for a moment. "I guess it would make sense that someone would like to work on a simpler version of our portal for real-time travel across greater distances. It could be used to explore space more easily, to send resources through, et cetera. There are just so many possibilities this invention would open for humanity."

In a sense, the portal was Rhiannon's way to still incorporate a sense of archelogy into her theoretical physics. It wouldn't just be able to show them humanity's history. She hoped it would show them what came before them. If they just worked on it long enough, there was the chance they got closer to getting a look at the universe as it was created. Albeit their project also focusing on time travel in a sense of sending something or someone through, Rhiannon would already be more than happy with it providing a look into the past. After all, meddling with the past was a dangerous game. She wasn't entirely sure if she wanted that to happen. But at the same time, her curiosity and her passion for their project pushed her to try and see if it was possible. She needed to try. She wanted to know.

"I guess in a different reality I'd be an archeologist", she finally added. "Or maybe a journalist if we went away from science altogether." She braced herself for the next question and looked at her wife, waiting for her reaction. "Why are you asking this?"

Discordance in the Clockwork[Riv and Benzaiten]

Rhiannon took a big bite from her omelet as her wife rambled on about their portal. Passion rose within her. For the work they did and for the woman in front of her. She had seldom met a person who was just as interested in bending the existing physical rules of time and space as she was. Sure, many scientists enjoyed bantering about it a little. But rarely one was seriously considering attempting it. With their project being top-secret under the government's thumb, Rhiannon of course couldn't actively talk about her work with anyone except the people who worked with her. And the smartest of 'em all was sitting right in front of her.

"I am aware of the electromagnetic field. And we will run it for safety always. But I am not considering sending anything through yet. Let alone something alive. I am hoping we can stabilize the power intake enough to provide the portal with the right amount of energy to turn it on and hopefully interact with the blink drive as expected. Opening the portal for travel without a safe working connection to the blink drive would be mad. We would have no idea where and when we would land and we'd have no way back. If we get a stable enough connection, I might consider putting the first miniature drone through the portal. But I am not expecting the connection to hold and we can't send anything through that hasn't explicitly been authorized. And that means we'd have to sit in a room with stuffy air and thick-ass walls for hours on end with the government people and our boss again and explain every little step of our project. If we send something from this time through and it actually lands in the past... that could cause such ripple effects. But why am I talking about this? You know all that. We've run through millions of scenarios of what might happen - both amusing and terrifying - since we met in college." Rhiannon reached across the table to stroke over the back of Lisa's hand with her index fingers. "I am positive we are gonna see great progress within the next few months. I am so excited!"

As the alarm rang and the code flashed before her eyes, Rhiannon let out a growl-sigh sound. Not again. "Speaking of the devil... What do they want from us? Do they have to come in every month. I swear you lift a little finger to test the breeze and they ask you what you've eaten for breakfast the last three weeks, down to the molecular level." Rhiannon lifted herself off the chair and laid a hand on her forehead to rub it softly. Her headache was already getting a bit better but it hadn't faded yet. She found it impressive how Lisa was coping so well. The woman definitely had more to drink yesterday than Rhiannon. She just could handle more.

"I'll get dressed." She walked a step over to her wife, put a hand on her shoulder, and leaned down to kiss her. She lingered in the moment for a few seconds, allowing herself to enjoy the lips of the person she loved most in the whole world. Then she broke the kiss, gave Lisa a soft smile, and tiptoed back upstairs.

Rhiannon's general style could be described as mood-depended. The woman had shown up to work in joggers in a hoodie as much as she had shown up in heels, a blazer, and with a real hairdo. After a few years of feeling a little nervous and slightly anxious every time the external supervisors had come to visit and question or sometimes just watch and take notes (which was worse!), she had begun her battle plan. Her first battle, she showed up in her widest hoodie and leggings, walking through the lab on socks (of course only when no further safety clothing - such as shoes - were required). The supervisors had frowned upon her but said nothing else. From then on, she had made it her goal to wear something "inappropriate" every time they showed up. With the exception being on days they needed something from them or when they were talking about evaluations. Why was that even still a thing? It had become abundantly clear that the government was interested in their work and ready to wait for their breakthrough - at least Rhiannon tried to convince herself of that. The alternative would be to get anxious every time the government's people showed up because it might be the day where they shut them down.

Anyways. She had shown up in various costumes before. Her favorite was still the duck costume that she wore and sadly had to undress out of before she could do any real work in the lab because it was just not meant for delicate work - or for holding a pen... But she did show up with it! A little late because she had told Lisa she'd needed to run an errand before. Another one of her favorites was when she wore nothing but a bikini and her lab coat. Granted, she felt a little uncovered but she was still proud of going through with it. The crazy scientist costume had been the favorite of the government people as far as she would be able to guess. They never really let on what they were thinking but she thought she had seen them crack a smile that one time. She was also certain that they were holding bets on her get-ups by now. Of course, she wouldn't know. But she liked to imagine so.

Today was not one of those battle days. Instead, she picked out a decent color for her outfit of the day, a simple blouse, heels, and a long but light coat. They had a breakthrough yesterday. It was a serious-clothes day. Once Rhiannon was dressed, she strapped a watch to her wrist and went to the bathroom to attend to her hair. She managed - with a big amount of bobby pins - to put her hair upwards in a way that was still loose enough to look chill but tight enough to not fall out when she walked. She just had to remember to not spin around quickly. That rapid movement might destroy her hairdo.

With the heels from her closet finally being worn the second time - the first time having been ages ago - they looked like they were newly bought. As she went down the stairs the heels accompanied her every step with a sound. "I'm ready to leave."

Discordance in the Clockwork[Riv and Benzaiten]

The sleepy woman let out one more growl as the comforting warmth moved and slipped away from her. Rhiannon would have liked to protest against her wife leaving the bed, even though it was her who had talked about getting up first. Her body wriggled closer to the sleeping spot her wife had just left and she snuggled into Lisa's pillow. The beauty of a morning cloud wrapped around her sleepy mind was too much bliss for Rhiannon to leave and so she drifted off into another restful few minutes.

She awake to Lisa's words, telling her that the shower was free. Rhiannon moaned in displeasure. "You're too loud", the woman beneath the messy bed-hair complained. She wasn't sure if Lisa had heard her complaint as no answer followed. With another groan, Rhiannon forced herself to slowly sit up. She felt like a zombie. And the throbbing in her head came right back to her.

Her limbs somehow managed to carry her to the bathroom and allow her to brush her teeth. Only when she had a clean mouth and had forced a brush through her hair did she enter the shower. Rhiannon could never shower with such tangled hair or bed-breath. It made her feel unclean. No. She enjoyed the feeling of stepping out of the shower and being entirely fresh. And her hair... well... you try to shower with strays of entangled hair and get your fingers through them while washing... It's not fun. And it's even less fun when you have entangled wet hair. So brushing first it was.

Once showered, Rhiannon grabbed a pain killer pill from their medicine cabinet in the bathroom and walked downstairs on bare toes and wrapped in a comfy cuddly bathrobe. The amazing smell of omelets wrapped around her head and made her smile sheepishly. But the throbbing still persisted and Rhiannon kept her eyes half-closed against the bright sunlight.

"Just water please." She seated her tired, heavy body at the kitchen table. Lisa handed her the desired glass of water and Rhiannon swallowed the pain killer and drank up the entire glass. Water was supposed to help. "I wanna continue right where we left off yesterday. I was thinking we could try to regulate the power with the electric buffer you put together - mind you, the only one that hasn't fried up yet - and we should be able to connect the blink drive safely to the motherboard of the portal. I don't wanna ask for resources for yet another blink drive. Those fuckers take ages to put together. After all, they're essentially what provides our portal with coordinates throughout time and space. Anyway. If we increase the power intake slowly and monitor the radiation closely, we might be able to figure out the exact numbers for a safe energy supply - oooh! omelets!"

Rhiannon's monologue halted as the picturesque breakfast was placed in front of her. "Thank you." At least the alcohol intake from last night hadn't interfered with Rhiannon's appetite. The food felt like a blessing in her mouth and she almost felt her body gaining energy. Like in a video game when you watch your health stat getting filled up. With a full mouth, Rhiannon continued her thoughts: "What I mean to say is that I am positive we can get the portal to turn on today AND connect the blink drive. If we're lucky we can start testing some dials. But I don't wanna get ahead of myself."

Rhiannon looked up at her wife sitting across the table from her now. A smile spread over her face as her heart skipped a beat. The view of Lisa still brought all the joys of their first kiss, their first 'I love you', their first sleepover with it. "You're beautiful. Do I tell you that enough?"

Getting Back Into RP / Pairings Inside!

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Discordance in the Clockwork[Riv and Benzaiten]

Rhiannon's eyes opened to bright sunlight and a painful throbbing in her head. She growled and threw her arm over her eyes. She had no idea how late it actually was but the sun was hitting right through their bedroom window now. In their drunken state the night before, neither of them had closed the curtains. Something Rhiannon found to be regretting heavily right now.

She turned away from the window and snuggled into the person next to her. The familiar smell of her lover's sleep shirt against her face filled her throbbing mind and Rhiannon felt calm despite the pain. Why do I even drink this much? It always gives me a headache. Granted, Rhiannon usually didn't get drunk. She enjoyed her alcohol in moderation. But yesterday had been a big day. Such a success! And just like that, Rhiannon began to growl again.

"Lis?", she whispered with a dry mouth. Then louder. "Lisa? How late is it? We gotta get to work." But the woman didn't look a single bit like she was ready to get up and go to work. Instead, she snuggled deeper into the wonderful smell and the softness of the shirt. Gosh, how lovely the warm blanket felt and their bodies close. She hoped this would never fade.

"Breakthrough", Rhiannon grumbled sleepily. "Need to get to work. Much...to do." Whatever her next words might've been, they got lost in the sleepy grumble packaging they came in. Rhiannon seemed about ready to slip back to sleep.

Discordance in the Clockwork[Riv and Benzaiten]

Rhiannon Windsor-Johnson

Rhiannon Medea Windsor-Johnson | 34 | Female | Married

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Appearance

Height:

5'10''

Weight:

152 lbs

Hair Color:

brown

Eye Color:

brown

Skin Tone:

slightly brown tan with freckles over her nose

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Psychology

Likes:

⋆ puzzle games
* competitive games
* co-op strategy fantasy or sci-fi board games
* D&D
* parks and forests (also likes camping)
* ducks
* snakes
* archeology
* digging in the dirt (e.g. gardening, building a tree-house)
* reading autobiographies of other science people
* finds astrology fascinating
* magic! (and wishes it was real)
* furtune tellers
* absolutely in love with lemurs and red pandas; has been asking Lisa if they can get a red panda for ages
* orcas

Dislikes:

⋆ boredom
* close-minded conversations
* the status-quo (there's always more to be reached)
* not having goals (she goes crazy)
* being pushed to do something when not yet ready
* being sick; being bedridden

Fears:

⋆ Lisa's sudden death
* natural catastrophes
⋆ her parents passing away
* total darkness
* never making a dent in the scientific world
* standing still in her life
* she's not scared of growing old but she's scared of losing her sharp mind, her mobility, her energy

Sexuality:

Gay

Personality:

WIP

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Background

Occupation

Theoretical physicist

Living Immediate Family Members:

Mother - Guinevere Windsor
Father - Art Rhys Windsor
Husband of Father - William Rodgke
Adoptive Half-Brother - Sullivan Windsor-Rodgke

Dead Immediate Family Members:

Grandmother (mother's side) - Eleanora Blunt
Grandfather (mother's side) - Macario Blunt

No contact to grandparents on father's side

History

Rhiannon was born to two young parents while they were still in college. Upon Guinevere discovering that she was pregnant, Art promised to stay with her, be with her, help her in any way he could. And he never broke that promise. Art's parents - to the young parents' surprise - didn't take the news too well. They felt like Art had a responsibility to Guinevere and his unborn child and pushed him to quit college to take up a paying job so he'd be able to financially support his family. They felt he was not supposed to be "a real man" and "man up" by taking care of his own life, financially and otherwise, without the support of his parents. This very old-fashioned point of view was such a surprise to everyone and led to Art quickly becoming estranged from his family. Guinevere's parents on the other reacted only positively. They didn't judge their daughter. Instead, they provided her with a tutor to keep up with her studies, helped the young couple financially and otherwise, made sure that they had moments of rest, had their finances in check, found a little place for them to stay, and would provide them with help in house-keeping, cooking and remembering important appointments. Due to the unconditional love and support of Eleanora and Marcario, the two young parents finished college and still managed to be good parents.

All throughout Rhiannon's life, her grandparents and her parents had been supportive and present figures in her life. Even though her parents divorced when she was five, her father never lacked in being around for her. The reason for their divorce was simple yet complicated. Art loved his wife dearly and with all his heart but throughout the years his romantic and sexual desire towards Guinevere faltered. He blamed himself immensely for this, hating to hurt her and hating that he couldn't fulfill her needs. When Guinevere decided it was time to part ways (romantically), Art was heartbroken but also slightly relieved. They continued to stay good friends after a period of pain and sorrow had passed. And Art was very welcome in the Blunt household every minute since meeting Guinevere, that didn't change after their break-up either. Although Eleanora and Macario asked their daughter for their consent to continue being second parents to Art, so they could respect their daughters boundaries.

Rhiannon never missed love or support in her life. She always had a room with her mother, with her father, and with her parents. She was always welcome in any of their houses and all in all, had a loving and nearly perfect childhood.

When Rhiannon realized she was gay around the age of twelve, her father surprisingly had issues with this. He was never mad at her, never made her feel unloved or wrong. In their age and time, homosexuality was openly lived, experienced, and taught in schools. Macario long felt like the worst father for even having these struggles he didn't understand himself. Turns out, he was gay. Albeit queerness being openly explored and shown these days, he somehow didn't realize it. Only when Rhiannon turned fourteen, he fell in love with a man and suddenly realized his problem with Rhiannon's queerness had just been his problem with not understanding himself. After that, all was well. Macario now understood his lack of romantic or sexual interest in his ex-wife and felt more at peace with himself.

Art eventually went on to marry a man of the name William Rodgke. Four years ago (around the same time Rhiannon and Lisa got married), they decided to foster an orphan boy of thirteen years. A year later, they adopted him with his consent. Sullivan Rodgke-Windsor is now seventeen years old and has applied to multiple colleges. He is looking to become a marine biologist.

Rhiannon grew up like a normal kid, with heartbreaks and sorrows and happiness and support, and she eventually went on to choose the path of science. First not being certain where to head, she considered archeology and physics. In the end, she chose physics because a fortune teller had seen in her cards that a lifetime of happiness would await her on this path. Desperately wanting to believe in magic, Rhiannon was certain she meant that physics would be her true calling.

However, instead, she met a wonderful woman who was studying engineering at the same university. With the same bold ideas and very similar ambitions, Lisa and Rhiannon quickly became fast friends and developed feelings for one another. They began dating in college and to this day are still going strong, now having been married for 4 years. With all relationships, they had their ups and downs. But they stuck together, communicated, and figured it. Of course, they still have their issues today. But love has outweighed everything so far.

After graduating college, the two women went on to work for a company that specifically recruited them. Apparently, they were interested in their theories of bending time and space to create a window to the past. Rhiannon was very excited about the job offer albeit the secrecy it was being treated with rang her alarm bells. In the end, the young women decided to take up the offer anyway. Working in a secret facility for the government with very strict rules and contracts, they were not just getting resources to experiment with their theory, they were also getting paid a nice big sum! Rhiannon felt like life couldn't get any better at this point. Her dream job with her dream partner working together on their favorite theory. All that was missing now was a breakthrough. Some form of progress. They would be written into history books!

But no breakthrough came. They tried and tried. But nothing happened. The number of failure reports they wrote got frustrating. But Rhiannon was no one to give up and neither was Lisa. And for some reason, the government continued to fund their project.

Only recently, around three months ago, a disaster struck Rhiannon's family when Eleanor and Macario passed away. They died minutes from each other, holding hands. The doctors said it was a peaceful death, even though unexpected. They guess that for Eleanor and Macario the time had just come.

Adventure, Romance, Fantasy, Steampunk (FxF, queer)

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Hey there. I am very interested in seeing if we can come up with a plot together that reels us in. I'm looking for a long term RP partner, I prefer to also chat OOC and get to know the person, I write FxF as main mostly and prefer queer pairings/stories. I usually write medium-high casual, although it varies depending on my mood, stress levels, time and how much I feel the story.

I usually tend to write in world's that aren't exactly like our own, so either fantasy or with some fantasy elements. But this can all be discussed, we will see what works for us.

I'm especially looking for someone who doesn't just ghost me as it's been happening the last weeks. You're welcome to check out my 1x1 search too, to get an idea of who I am and what ideas I had. But I'd like to try and come up with something either way to see if we match.

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Adventure, Romance, Fantasy, Steampunk (FxF, queer)

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