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capeandcowl2012-07-14 02:26 pm
nitidus) wrote in capeandcowl2012-07-14 02:26 pm
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[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!)
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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8ut if Makara took our 8odies, then he's got to 8e the one that prototyped us.
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Do you remember much about what happened?
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I was walking around a dream 8u88le and then suddenly my 8rain is 8eing crammed into a 8ody with Nitram's.
I saw some8ody. Gamzee, I guess, and some8ody else.
8ut then we exploded.
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I don't know what this means, but it is giving me due reason to be extremely wary. Perhaps I am being overly suspicious, but I would like to think if he were in the new session and out in the open, presumably, we would be aware of it. Karkat would, at the very least.
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You'd 8e 8etter off using your time to figure out how Gamzee made it to the a new session, if that's what it was and I'm willing to 8et you're right on that.
If you guys were traveling to it, how did he get there first? ::::/
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Dave will say time is linear, I'm sure, but he has changed things so many times that I would consider it flexible at this point. To my knowledge, we should be expecting to meet up with the game players of the new session upon our arrival. The better question would be: how did he get one of them alone?
I am pulling at straws here and trying to not make assumptions. Gamzee is beyond my realm of Seeing. Perhaps because there is no good that can come of a future where he is involved. Perhaps because he simply no longer provides us with anything useful anymore.
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If he got there with the rest of you, there's no reason he should have 8een alone, considering how murder-happy that guy is.
I can't 8elieve he kept our 8odies that long either. What a freak.
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You should be careful too. Prototyping Tavros with yourself does not sound like he has goodwill towards you, Vriska. Neither does it sound as though he bears any goodwill towards Tavros either?
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He pro8a8ly though it'd just 8e a gr8 joke. I dou8t it had anything to do with malice, except for his standard 8ull. And I'm pretty sure malice is the last thing he has against Tavros anyway.
WHOOPS.
suddenly gamzee
Trust me, Tavros is the last person he 8ears ill-will toward. He jumped down my fucking throat a8out him as soon as I got here the first time.
how did this happen to me i made my mistakes
If you're sure.
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Does it matter anyway???????? I'm on guard, he's not going to catch me off of it ever again.
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He won't get away with any more shitty shenanigans.
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I am absolutely hilarious.
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