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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!)

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[glowsferatu]

[ kanaya has the flattest expression she can manage as she responds ]

I don't generally waste my time hoping for things anyway.

[nitidus]

[oh man, definitely not smirking. (she totally is). ]

We can talk about what you associate with the word "hope" later.

[glowsferatu]

[ don't you smirk at her when she's being a downer she's a delicate flower okay

she glances around the room awkwardly ]

Uh, yeah. Sure.

Are we waiting on Strider, then?

[nitidus]

Ah, yes.

[smirk, smirk - you will cheer up Kanaya, even if she has to knit you a fancy scarf. ]

I'm sure he trying his best to be fashionably late.

[glowsferatu]

[ a scarf in summer? how gauche ]

There's no doubt he wouldn't leave us waiting but by his own deliberation. Perhaps sitting around the corner in anticipation of his own mention.

[nitidus]

[ahem scarves are always fashionable just don't tell Eridan.]

Perhaps he is fixing his hair in the mirror. Rehearsing the many ways to say "sup" over and over.

[glowsferatu]

[ hell nah they are so out of season, that boy needs to check his style because kanaya's casually judging him into oblivion from across the room ]

There are a limited number of methods by which one may inflect a monosyllabic word. By now he'll have discovered the full spectrum of possibilities available.

[nitidus]

[ kanaya, gurl, we gonna have some words if you keep that talk up. ]

Ah, but the tone must be the right. The delivery must be perfect. He must ensure that his stance has no flaw, Kanaya.

[a snort. ]

[glowsferatu]

Well, why have a mirror if he gives no practice to his posture? Is there a specific angle at which one could lean before qualifying properly as "Cool"?

[ she leans a little herself to experiment, but straightens back up almost immediately, thinking better of it ]

We'll let that remain a mystery for now.

[nitidus]

The angle that you seek is a downward slouch.

[ Rose smiles, terribly amused and maybe a little relieved. Kanaya you are still the same; this is a huge relief. Rose can't really explain why. ]

I think the universe may quiver if we were to unlock Dave Strider's secrets to being "cool".

[glowsferatu]

Well, there's little difficulty or skill in that whatsoever. [ she could do a slouch like that in her sleep ]

From my observance, it requires moodiness and abrasion, along with an extended lyrical preoccupation with human male genitalia.

[nitidus]

Kanaya, by Jove I think you've got it. [oh you snarky beauty, be rose's best friend forever. ]

Has he been terribly moody and abrasive?

[glowsferatu]

In my interactions with him, yes. Does the occasion ever come into occurrence when he does not display these qualities? [ even if she's been known for the same except the obsession with dicks. rose you may just have a type on your hands. ]

I've done my best to be helpful, but there's only so much you can do with that sort.

[nitidus]

I suppose we could try intoxication.

[a wry smile. oh no she totally has a type---. ]

I'm sure deep down he appreciates. He simply likes his space. Odd, given who raised him.

[glowsferatu]

[ she cringes a little at the earlier suggestion. she and the drink have made their own prior acquaintances, if accidental each time. ]

Submitting him to soporific beverages may exacerbate the issue. Though under such effects tend to be far more often prone to poor judgement.

Though I must admit some amusement at the idea of him enjoying Space. His opinion seems to be somewhat mixed between those of us owning the aspect.

[nitidus]

He is fond of Jade. But aren't we all?

[things rose would pay to see: kanaya drunk. she checks the time briefly, subtly rolling her eyes. ]

His time keeping, however, leaves much to be desired.

[glowsferatu]

It leaves a great deal, in fact. But, to his credit, I don't believe I could tolerate an individual who isn't fond of her.

[ girl loves her bff after all. as for the drunkenness, rose is lucky in that it was pretty publicly broadcasted ]

[nitidus]

[here lies rose lalonde. she died laughing with tears on her face. it was tragically beautiful. ]

A good philosophy.

[glowsferatu]

They can be made to wear a notice as a warning, that others can also recognize that something in their character is awry. Perhaps a shirt labelled "I Dislike Jade Harley".

The back can be adorned with a target ring.

[nitidus]

Kanaya, I like the way you think.

[glowsferatu]

It's only proper that you should appreciate so advanced an intellect.

[nitidus]

And who is more advanced than you, hm?

[glowsferatu]

I'm sure at some point the future will offer an answer to this question. But the position as yet remains unfilled.

[hashrap]

[ He's late because he hadn't dressed or showered and smelled generally rank, get off his case. ]

Shit, feels like I just wondered into the masturbatory ego snark-off.

[nitidus]

[Award for most disgusting brother goes to ...]

Ah, speak of the devil.

[She is thrilled to see Dave. So thrilled. She is smiling, even! There is nothing sly about it. ]