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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waking up in a place that was most definitely not Derse, unless they had suddenly populated the place with a completely outdated series of identical suburban houses.]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: 2011-09-13 07:15 am (UTC)B
Date: 2011-09-13 07:19 am (UTC)But that's nothing compared to the look of disbelief that a certain blonde human girl gets when she catches Kanaya's eye.
Since while Kanaya looks just like a tall and willowy girl with dark hair, Rose looks exactly like she is supposed to. And Kanaya has no idea what to think about that.
Sorry, Rose. She's staring.*
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Date: 2011-09-13 07:19 am (UTC)Would it make more sense to you that I flail and shriek in the face of the unknown? Because I truly don't know of other way to proceed.
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Date: 2011-09-13 07:23 am (UTC)Truth to be told, though, she hadn't been stared up as much as she is up until now. That black haired girl is shamelessly poking her at the distance.]
You seem to have spotted someone you were not expecting to. Are we acquainted?
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Date: 2011-09-13 07:23 am (UTC)But yeah, this place is called Mayfield. There's a bunch of people trapped here, nobody's figured out a way out, don't drink the milk, and expect crazy shit to happen. Those are the biggest things to know.
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Date: 2011-09-13 07:27 am (UTC)So that's what her voice sounds like. How strange, to hear it like this for the first time.
She looks back up at the other girl.*
It... is possible that we are, in fact. If you truly are Rose Lalonde, as you appear to be.
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Date: 2011-09-13 07:41 am (UTC)I am Rose Lalonde, and not only appear to be. And who would you be, and maybe appear to be as well?
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Date: 2011-09-13 07:43 am (UTC)Whatever happened to the lactose?
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Date: 2011-09-13 07:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-13 07:45 am (UTC)Let me put it this way. When we were forced to drink it? You got anything from mood swings afterwards to razor blades in the milk to poison so bad you were dead within two hours.
So yeah, don't drink the milk.
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Date: 2011-09-13 07:49 am (UTC)I won't drink from the milk carton. Or bottle, as it might seem to be case.
[Yeah, it makes perfect sense.]
Any other piece of advice you have to spare?
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Date: 2011-09-13 07:53 am (UTC)Also the post office isn't worth it.
phone;
Date: 2011-09-13 07:53 am (UTC)That is a very bold way to make introduce yourself...Scratch? The surprises just keep pilling up. If this is your doing, then I am forced to let you know such boldness has only been detrimental to our agreement, unless you had a so called change of heart. Then I wonder if your Daddy Complex is finally wearing off.
[Also hi Doc.]
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Date: 2011-09-13 07:56 am (UTC)What's not worth of a post office? Although it's obvious correspondence is not going anywhere anytime soon.
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Date: 2011-09-13 08:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-13 08:10 am (UTC)Do you have a name, by chance?
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Date: 2011-09-13 08:12 am (UTC)I'm Yosuke. Yosuke Hanamura. You?
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Date: 2011-09-13 08:15 am (UTC)I don't recall ever meeting someone from Japan. It's interesting I would have to end here for this to happen.
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Date: 2011-09-13 08:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-13 08:16 am (UTC)I am who I am, and you know who I am, but you do not know who I appear to be. In all fairness, neither do I.
*...She's missed this verbal jousting.*
You evil person making me write this before falling asleep
Date: 2011-09-13 08:23 am (UTC)So you assume that I would know who you are, just as I would know how you would appear to be, rather than the way you currently are. Yet I have no valid reason to believe you should appear in any other way, despite the fact that a past claim regarding who you should appear to be would be enough to back your claim.
[Well, she better try and get it wrong than shut up and let the chance slip.]
...Kanaya Mayram? Is that really you, or just who you appear to currently be you? Furthermore, you should probably divide your answer as to keep the two questions properly separated.
[Is that you? And you say you don't look like that all the time? Yeah, maybe some people might want the translation to Enligsh.]
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Date: 2011-09-13 08:25 am (UTC)Nobody is more or less regular; that is but a defense mechanism.
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Date: 2011-09-13 08:27 am (UTC)How about this - I'm a regular guy aside from all the crazy insane stuff that makes me not regular.
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Date: 2011-09-13 08:28 am (UTC)That's a contradiction and you know it.
GO TO BED I WILL BE HERE IN THE MORNING
Date: 2011-09-13 08:29 am (UTC)As for your other question, I rarely look so... *Holding up a light-skinned hand and frowning a bit.* ...human. Rarely to the point of never, to be precise.