One Knitted Sweater
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grimmdarkA. 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waking up in a place that was most definitely not Derse, unless they had suddenly populated the place with a completely outdated series of identical suburban houses.]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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Date: 2011-09-14 05:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-14 05:22 am (UTC)Honk...?
Can you roll over? I really didn't come here to prove the acoustics.
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Date: 2011-09-14 05:28 am (UTC)[Yeah, it's...it's going to take a bit more than that to wake him up...]
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Date: 2011-09-14 05:38 am (UTC)Hey, hey. You are snoring.
[Not yelling, but Rose maybe raised her voice, maybe inclined a little towards Gamzee.]
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Date: 2011-09-14 05:40 am (UTC)...right onto Rose's lap.]
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Date: 2011-09-14 05:53 am (UTC)Ah, isn't this swell?
[There is a boy shaped head in her lap. Snoring. It also had make up? Rose has no idea of what is going on, but she can't even lower her hands now. She is so not a lap pillow. Maybe if she moves her knees very, very slowly?]
By C'thon...
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Date: 2011-09-14 05:55 am (UTC)He's going to start drooling any second now.]
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Date: 2011-09-14 05:59 am (UTC)....
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And then she just rolls him out of her knees, to the ground.]
Had you asked permission, I would have given you at least twenty reasons as of why my thighs are prohibited from being used as head repositories.
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Date: 2011-09-14 06:04 am (UTC)[Finally wakes up when his face meets the ground and rubs his eyes blearily, peering around him.]
...hey, chica! How long you've been there?
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Date: 2011-09-14 06:09 am (UTC)