primrosella | Quest 115

[Accidental Voice Post]

[The device switches on amidst a shuffle of cloth, presumably by accident--as though, perhaps, it is being kept in a pocket, out of sight, and its owner has jostled it by mistake.]

Don't look don't look don't look don't look--

[The whispered words keep time with the faint clicking of footsteps.]

There's nothing there, it's fine, it's fine, don't look, don't look, there's nothing there, just keep going one step at a time, don't look, don't look, oh, drat these boots! Don't look, there's nothing there, don't look--

[Somewhere nearby, gears grind and electricity crackles. A strangled sort of cry escapes before she can restrain it, and when she begins to speak again, it's with renewed, frantic vigor.]

No, no, no, there's nothing, it's fine, it's fine, there's nothing there, don't look, one step at a time, one and one and one and one, it's fine, it's all right, just get home, it's fine, it's fine--!

[The sound of machinery returns, louder now, clanking and rattling and grinding. Too close--this time, her fear wins out, and her scream is filled with revulsion.]

Get away!

[And now there is scuffling, shuffling, and the distinctive gasping of someone running, stumbling, and running again, as though her life depends on it.]

[OOC: It's mentioned a couple times in the King's Quest Companion that people from Daventry have a deep, universal loathing for technology. Of course, seeing as how the Daventry definition of "technology" means gears and cogs and clockwork stuff...yeah, Rosella's not having a good day. She's been fighting to keep her freaking out under control all day, but between the steampunk atmosphere and her wardrobe modification, it finally got the better of her.

All responses are assumed to be voice, and action for

not_so_smooth and

bombylious.]

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"Yes, they are--oops! Drat. Um, I meant...yes, it is," she amended quickly, hoping she hadn't given herself away.

"Aha!" shouted Sam, somewhat triumphantly, despite that fact that her slip didn't really help him at all.. "I... still have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, well. Er. I suppose that means you ought to ask another question then? You're only halfway done."

She had to admit, she was a little relieved. Her competitive spirit was starting to edge its way into the midst of things, and now that they were halfway completed, she rather wanted to win the game. But it all depended on what questions Sam asked next...

"Alright, question eleven," he said, more to himself than her. He felt like he had started off so well that he should be able to figure it out. "Do we sit on these things?"

The longer the game went on, and the more comfortable she got under her blanket--despite the absurd outfit and the boots and the terror she'd been through all day--the easier it got to forget about all the horrors that were lurking outside in the City. That was nice, she thought. Comforting. Sam always did know how to make her feel better, didn't he?

She shook her head. "No, we don't sit on them."

Sam noticed how much more relaxed Rosella was getting and he was glad for it. Hopefully she could put what was going on in the City out of her mind.

"Are they taller than my waist?" he asked. "That's question, umm... twelve."

"Then the answer to question twelve is no," she answered. "They are not taller than your waist."

"Rollerblades!" Sam suddenly shouted! He wanted to jump up and pump his fists in the air, because he knew that was the answer.

"Oh, rats," Rosella blurted, almost as soon as the word had left Sam's mouth. Of course, if that hadn't been enough to give away the fact that the answer was correct, the look on her face would've been more than sufficient. "I really thought I was going to get you, too!"

"Well, you're new at the game," Sam said in a voice that made it clear that he took no less thrill from the victory for Rosella being new at the game.

"But that's how the game works."

"I'll get you next time," she muttered, shooting him a sideways look. Oh, yes, she heard that tone in his voice, and oh, yes, she still didn't like the thought of losing, new to a game or not. "But it's a good game."

"That almost sounded sinister there," Sam said with a bit of a smirk.

"Did it really? Don't worry, I'm sure it was just a coincidence and I'll be back to my usual inability to be nefarious shortly," Rosella retorted, giving him the most deliberately wide-eyed and innocent look she could muster.

Okay, Sam had to admit that was a pretty good wide-eyed, innocent look. He knew Rosella could be devious, just not very nefarious.

"Well I'm just glad you're on my side. Or I'm on your side. Or we're on the same side."

Quest 115

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