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[nitidus]

[She has been here a while; aquainting herself with public posts and then posts stored in the archives. She is disconcerted, but not put out. It is a surreal thing, to be here. It is more bizzare still to discover this is not her first time. Her memory must be failing her. Or time shenanigans are afoot. She isn't one to put all her eggs into one basket, but the latter is far more likely. She is quite certain she would remember being in a city like this.

Rose often thinks there will come a day that shenanigans will become tiresome. Today is not that day! She is opting for text: it is terribly predictable. Rose is feeling very predictable today. Sometimes being predictable is just a logical step to take, after all. It wouldn't do to do something outlandish and not be recognized.

Rose's pranksters gambit is, today, sadly lagging behind in last place. Priorities and the such, must be taken care of first:]

A story comes to mind. I have no doubt you will all be familiar with it. A girl falls down a hole and oh, the place that she ends up! I wish I could say I had the opportunity to follow a white rabbit, but such an adventure has eluded me. It does feel like a rather long time since I last saw a city that was so normal, however. Congratulations on that. Superb job. I am particularly fond of the architecture and the rather profound sense of nostalgia I am feeling. I can almost here the the inane chortle of a woman who would, by normal standards, be too inebriated to function. Alas it is my imagination.

My name is Rose, if you will pardon my momentary loss of manners. I have a feeling perhaps that some of you may know me. Just a moment ago I had planned to take a nap. I was hoping to meet up with some friends, even! Perhaps I *am* napping and this is a dream which goes beyond the norm? I simply just do not know. Perhaps you can help me, if you are reading this. I can see no white eyed people as of yet, but I am looking for someone. Or rather, someone's.

One is rather loud and has an intriguing habit of spying. Another is a tasteful sort, even if her ability to hold a grudge is something to marvel at. The last two you will know by one's ability to mumble to himself every chance he gets and the other's ability to lick and sniff every available surface she thinks may holds secrets. Or taste delicious. They are an odd bunch. If you know them please return them to Rose Lalonde immediately in one piece. I am quite fond of them.

With that out of the way; where am I? Why am I here? Is there decent coffee? Tea, even! At this present moment I am not choosy. I am also missing a pen and a large notebook, though I have no doubt I will acquire them later.

Thank you for your time.

-RL.


(ooc; to opt out of garish coloured courier, go here!)

Comments

[amoray]

puffed out
wwhat
are you insinuatin that you saww me in some kinda dream bubble or somethin

[nitidus]

There was no insinuation about it. I saw a lot of people in dream bubbles. You were one of them.

[amoray]

oh youre fuckin full of it i bet youre just usin your wwitchy vverbal prestidigitation aka BULLSHIT to try and throww me off here
wwell IT AINT GOIN TO WWORK ivve had nearly a swweep here to perfect my skills most notably the ability to root out a crock wwhen i come upon one

[BECAUSE THINKING OF HIS SITUATION BACK HOME IS UPSETTING...]

[nitidus]

You were much more amiable in your puffed out shorts, I must admit. I am not "bullshitting" you, Eridan.

You have been here a year?

[amoray]

see there you go i dont evven owwn shorts puffy or otherwwise
and ivve been here almost twwo wwhats it to you fakemage

[nitidus]

Oh, I do apologize. Your doomed self*.
Interesting, is all.

[amoray]

so youre like
wwhat howw are you evven in the bubbles wwhen did you meet up wwith the assbloods left standin wwhat the fuck is evven goin on wwith you losers
and ok ASSUMIN THAT THIS IS IN FACT A DOOMED VVERSION A MYSELF wwhat do you mean by callin that particular amporas wwardrobe into question im sure if hes any respectable vversion a myself he wwouldnt be caught DEAD in anythin resemblin puffy

i mean unless it wwas pantaloons and the circumstances wwere particularly extenuatin but you knoww

[nitidus]

I know that this may be a difficult concept for you to process, Eridan, but I shall try my hardest to go slow. It is entirely possible that I am ahead of you in our collective timelines. So ahead, in fact, that at present I am in a position wherein I pass through dream bubbles "on the regular", as Dave would put it. You were indeed there! You were indeed caught DEAD in puffy little shorts! God Tier is sometimes unkind to us when it comes to fashion.

I will allow you to believe that they were pantaloons. I won't grudge you that small mercy. I have a feeling you will need a moment to process what I have just said.

[amoray]

god tier

[WWH]

[nitidus]

You will never know whether or not if that was a joke. There are an awful lot of doomed timelines out there, however.

[amoray]

PLEASE fakemage givve me some fuckin credit here
i got a source a infinite truth i can bounce suchlike inquiries off of wwanderin around to see if youre playin me or not
wwhich you probably are
not that itll wwork since im fuckin sharp as a sabre

[nitidus]

Then far be it for me to doubt your source of infinite truth. Or to doubt your razor like wits!
I have truly met my match in you, Eridan.

[amoray]

this is sarcasm

[LOOK HE'S LEARNED SO MUCH.]

[nitidus]

[SHE'D BE SO PROUD IF THIS WERE ANYONE ELSE.]

So it is.

[amoray]

yeah dont think you can fuckin wwordsmith your wwindin wway around me noww wwitch

[nitidus]

I do not think. I can. You are very defensive, Eridan. Is something the matter?

[amoray]

noww wwhy wwould you go and say somethin like that

[nitidus]

Friendly concern.

[amoray]

nothin about you is friendly

[nitidus]

You have never given me a reason to be friendly.