Quest 132

[primrosella]

Well, let's see. The good news is, I managed to make it as far as the Library, unscathed, before realizing what the curse was all about today. The, er, bad news is...well. Here I am, and there's a curse. And it's monsters again.

Is that what it's going to be for the rest of October, then? One ridiculous curse and then one of monsters? It rather has been going every-other, hasn't it--first the fire-starting, then that ridiculous bear, then the eating other people, then everyone growing beards, and now this. Monsters. Turning people into monsters and setting them on each other.

That's two monster curses now, I think, isn't it? The last one and now this one. Which means there ought to be one more coming, still; bad things in threes and all that. Or at least, that's how it would work if the City were Daventry, which it's not, but some things are the same no matter where you go, I suppose.

It's eerie how it all seems to fit with that theory Cain mentioned yesterday. If the monsters in the forest and the underground were once citizens here, and somehow they were turned into monsters, and the only remaining bit of who they were are names on the stones in the graveyard--it's a story befitting October, I think. But I still hope it isn't true. Perhaps it's scariest because it might very well be true.

Mm. And speaking of City legends, it's about time for Peg-Fist Jack and the ghostly crew of the Wandering Hangman to start roaming the City again, isn't it? It's coming up on Halloween, after all--only eleven more days, now. It's not so very long at all. And I haven't lost my bet yet, either.

Still, I'll be all right for the rest of the day, I think. There are worse places to wait out a curse than a Library, anyway. And I do have my bow with me, just in case trouble should decide to find me in here. Perhaps in a little while I'll see if things haven't settled down enough for me to make my way to the Blue Light...and if they haven't, then I'll stay here until midnight, and that's quite all right, too.


[OOC: So right about this time last year, Rosella and Rabi Lavi invented a Halloween legend about a pirate named Peg-Fist Jack, his first mate Leonard the Barnacle, and the ghostly crew of the Wandering Hangman--which is what she's referencing here. It's entirely made-up and has no factual basis to it whatsoever, but hey, every Halloween needs a ghostly pirate legend or two, right? She certainly thinks so.

Also, yes, she's stranded in the Library today, if anyone wants to visit her.]

Comments

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I do recommend it.

I suppose there are the shelves in which you could hide. Although these monsters could hide there as well.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

And is there anything else you recommend I do, if I ever find myself in your London?

Hmm. I suppose I might try to climb one of the shelves if it sounded like trouble was about, actually. It'd put me out of reach of the ground, at least, and make it harder for anything to sneak up on me.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I'd hope you'd pay me a call, of course.

That might do. I'd rather nothing come near you, of course. Would you like company? I could make it that far, I think.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

I should hope that much would be obvious, silly.

I'd be lying if I said I'd mind the company, if you think you could make it here unharmed. But on the other hand, don't go getting yourself into trouble on my account, either.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose it is rather obvious that you would call on me--or I on you.

I think I can make it unharmed. After all, I managed that day everyone seemed to be consumed with cannibalism--and, yes, I use that phrase fully aware of the pun in it. I don't think I'll get into any trouble that I can't get myself out of again.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I'd come up with some clever way to track you down, yes.

Don't let Blue hear you making puns, though, or you really will get into trouble. And shall I go lay out a trail of breadcrumbs so you can find your way to me once you arrive?

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I have no doubt you'd be ringing my bell as soon as you were in town, and Riff would be showing you in almost as quickly.

I think I can find my way once I arrive. If nothing else, I can always contact you by Network to find you.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course, without a doubt. And how is Riff, lately? He's doing well?

Assuming nothing moves between now and when you arrive, I'm buried in the back near the cookbooks.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

He's quite well, thank you--as well as anyone ever is here, I mean. But he's quite well.

All right. I'll be there as quickly as I can. I don't think things will move all that much in the meantime.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Good, I'm glad to hear it.

No, and it's not very far at all. But be careful, just the same.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I probably shouldn't leave him to guard the opera house for the whole afternoon, but I will pay you a visit as well.

I will be.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Ah, so you're misbehaving for my sake. Why, I think I'm flattered, really.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I think you should be, really. And Riff is probably already sighing over my having gone out.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Poor Riff. I suppose you'll just have to do something nice for him to make it up to him, then.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, I suppose I will.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Good, then it's all settled.