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One Knitted Sweater
A. Phone. Early Morning. Unfiltered.
[It's not that Rose is an early bird. She's a rather regular bird, if the metaphor lends itself for such uses, but she wasn't supposed to be sleeping. Dave was supposed to be sleeping and waking up later, as per the effect she expected to cause after that yarn ball throw. Still, she was the one waking up in a place that was most definitely not Derse, unless they had suddenly populated the place with a completely outdated series of identical suburban houses.]
I seem to find myself in quite the predicament. On one hand, I have the imperative necessity to return to my duties, as they played a rather critical role yet to be defined. In the other hand, though, I am called by the Great Outdoors, as this new locale pleads to be explored.
But before I devote myself to that enterprise I would like to ask for further instructions regarding the nature of this place.
[For the record, Rose sounds as if someone had done something of the magnitude of using all the sugar in the kitchen, not displacing her through time and space. She's really playing it cool here.]
B. Streets of Mayfield, Afternoon.
[And so Rose traverses the streets, sometimes silent, sometimes barely humming a tune, but always keeping an eye on everything. She doesn't even bother with the drones, leave alone the adult ones, but rather focus on those that have a certain shine in their eyes the canon fodder lacks. To them she gives more examination time, although she won't really engage in a conversation by her own initiative. Not until she has managed to get the upper hand in this place. Or in its default, to have lost her patience, whatever happens first.
But yeah she's wandering around, go bother her.]
C. Mayfield High. Fashionably Late.
[Like the coolest teenager, Rose arrives late to school...and goes directly to the yard, where she sits somewhere calm and with shade. The day has been too exciting -or rather, mildly exciting- to enter the classrooms; she'll have time to do that later. But it's a good time to have a chat with her fellow classmates, perhaps?]
[It's not that Rose is an early bird. She's a rather regular bird, if the metaphor lends itself for such uses, but she wasn't supposed to be sleeping. Dave was supposed to be sleeping and waking up later, as per the effect she expected to cause after that yarn ball throw. Still, she was the one waking up in a place that was most definitely not Derse, unless they had suddenly populated the place with a completely outdated series of identical suburban houses.]
I seem to find myself in quite the predicament. On one hand, I have the imperative necessity to return to my duties, as they played a rather critical role yet to be defined. In the other hand, though, I am called by the Great Outdoors, as this new locale pleads to be explored.
But before I devote myself to that enterprise I would like to ask for further instructions regarding the nature of this place.
[For the record, Rose sounds as if someone had done something of the magnitude of using all the sugar in the kitchen, not displacing her through time and space. She's really playing it cool here.]
B. Streets of Mayfield, Afternoon.
[And so Rose traverses the streets, sometimes silent, sometimes barely humming a tune, but always keeping an eye on everything. She doesn't even bother with the drones, leave alone the adult ones, but rather focus on those that have a certain shine in their eyes the canon fodder lacks. To them she gives more examination time, although she won't really engage in a conversation by her own initiative. Not until she has managed to get the upper hand in this place. Or in its default, to have lost her patience, whatever happens first.
But yeah she's wandering around, go bother her.]
C. Mayfield High. Fashionably Late.
[Like the coolest teenager, Rose arrives late to school...and goes directly to the yard, where she sits somewhere calm and with shade. The day has been too exciting -or rather, mildly exciting- to enter the classrooms; she'll have time to do that later. But it's a good time to have a chat with her fellow classmates, perhaps?]
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Nice to mee you Rose, I'm Aaron.
Are you new?
[[Sitting down now that he isn't afraid of getting in trouble.]]
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[She scoots a little as to give him more space to sit.]
I take it you are another of the unfortunate captives of this town?
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I think I actually have one in my bag.
I'm surprised you came to school on your first day in town though, I didn't think to do it until someone told me the consequences.
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[Knowing Rose, she's planning to write a FAQ for Mayfield once she has the time.]
I used the morning to inquire about several aspects of the life here, so when I was informed that there was a school I decided to come and inspect. I haven't really entered a classroom though.
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They're pretty weird, the classes that is. The done ones are propaganda and basic things. Nothing too hard.
The non drone ones... well that depends on the teacher. Some are quirky.
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It seems like a pretty average town that is getting slowly crowded with exotic people, yes. The school should prove to be an interesting deconstruction of society's paradigms.
[She's perhaps the only kid looking forward to school now.]
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[[Okay, she lost him.]]
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More importantly, do you know how many non drone students currently attend school?
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Still, would you say we are a representative number?
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...Not that regular school is any better.
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Is she interested in the Occult and knitting?
[Because they totally go hand in hand.]
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[[Totally not helping.]]