Princess Rosella of Daventry (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primrosella) wrote2009-12-15 07:46 pm
primrosella) wrote2009-12-15 07:46 pm
Entry tags:
- a bit tied up at present,
- affected,
- augh seriously wtf,
- bff =/= getting busy,
- curse: i'm mister hundred and one,
- has a fever; needs more cowbell,
- i love my friends,
- next time be more careful,
- plot,
- rosella's journal,
- score one for the good guys,
- so farfetched it's gotta be true,
- taking one for the team,
- the most wonderful time of the year,
- the perils of being rosella
Quest 149
[Handwritten//Off-Network]
So this is what she meant when she said she'd decide soon enough, is it? They'll just keep taking them bit by bit until they decide? Or maybe it's that I'll have to lose a bit of each.
Drat it all.
I'm going to have to find a better place to hide Mojo, though. I can hardly sleep from all the sneezing and itching and the stuffy nose. Honestly, of all the times to find out I have allergies, it would turn out to be the one time when I'm trying to hide the thing I'm allergic to from Sam, wouldn't it?
Drat, drat, drat. But at least he's going to be all right now, and he's going to have something nice for Christmas, too. And at least I got most of my shopping done before all this started. And at least it'll only last for a week. I hope.
I lost my taste for most of Sunday, and then my hearing all of yesterday, and now today I think it must be touch. It's odd; I know I'm holding the pen as I'm writing, but it's almost as though I'm asleep as I'm writing it, since I can't feel any of it at all.
So I suppose if my penmanship looks unusually poor today, that's likely why.
That leaves sight and smell still to go. And smell, at least, I can do without--my nose is so stuffed up at the moment that it's not as though I could smell anything even if I wanted to, anyway--but sight...I don't know how I'm going to hide that from Sam. Perhaps I'll just sleep in. Or say I'm cursed. Honestly, it'd be simpler to just say I'm sick and stay in bed the whole week, except that then he'd be always in my room keeping an eye on me, and I don't know how I'd manage to hide Mojo if he were constantly doing that. It's hard enough as it is.
I wonder how many things I've bumped into today. I haven't felt any of them, but that doesn't mean I won't be covered in bruises anyway, and as soon as my feeling comes back, I'll bet I'm going to ache terribly. I wonder how hot that tea I drank was. I know I boiled it, but did I let it cool long enough? I hope I did.
...Drat it all.
[/Handwritten]
[Voice Post]
[The audio begins with a sniffle and a sneeze; when Rosella does begin to speak, the pronunciation of certain words is slightly off, which is unmistakably due to a stuffy nose.]
I suppose that mistletoe curse is something of a yearly tradition, then, isn't it? I remember it coming up last year, too. It's rather upsetting a curse, though, if one isn't prepared for it. But of course, when things like that happen during curses, we really shouldn't hold it against the person. He or she couldn't help it, anyway, being cursed.
Kissing during curses really doesn't count, anyway. Or to break curses, for that matter.
I almost wonder if it's part of the curse, though, that everyone feels compelled to be out and about on that day? Goodness knows I ran into plenty of my friends on Saturday, and it seems they'd all had mostly the same idea as I'd had--getting Christmas shopping done. And that's two years now, that I've turned out to do my Christmas shopping on the mistletoe curse day. So--
[She sneezes abruptly.]
--maybe there's something to that, after all.
Ngh.
Well, in any case, it's over now. No matter what it is, it always comes to an end eventually. And I didn't mind it nearly so much this year as I did last year, either, so that's an improvement. Though I do apologize to anyone I did end up, er, encountering that day. If I could've helped it, I would've, but I'm afraid that's just how that curse goes.
[She sniffles, then sneezes again.]
And I think there's a curse today, too? But this one seems harmless enough, as well, from what I've seen. It's something to do with the heat and the snow, isn't it? It's a good way to catch a cold if one isn't careful, I supp--
[After another brief sneezing fit, followed by a great deal of sniffling, there is a shuffle of movement near the microphone.]
That's it, burned tongue or not, I'm going to give tea a try again.
[OOC: So Rosella made a trade with the deities to get Sam's dog Mojo here for Christmas, giving up all her senses (one at a time) in exchange. The catch? Turns out she's allergic to Mojo for the week, too. So today she has lost her sense of touch, is suffering from horrible allergies, and happens to be Mister Hundred and One, so she's radiating heat like it's going out of style, too. Whee!]
So this is what she meant when she said she'd decide soon enough, is it? They'll just keep taking them bit by bit until they decide? Or maybe it's that I'll have to lose a bit of each.
Drat it all.
I'm going to have to find a better place to hide Mojo, though. I can hardly sleep from all the sneezing and itching and the stuffy nose. Honestly, of all the times to find out I have allergies, it would turn out to be the one time when I'm trying to hide the thing I'm allergic to from Sam, wouldn't it?
Drat, drat, drat. But at least he's going to be all right now, and he's going to have something nice for Christmas, too. And at least I got most of my shopping done before all this started. And at least it'll only last for a week. I hope.
I lost my taste for most of Sunday, and then my hearing all of yesterday, and now today I think it must be touch. It's odd; I know I'm holding the pen as I'm writing, but it's almost as though I'm asleep as I'm writing it, since I can't feel any of it at all.
So I suppose if my penmanship looks unusually poor today, that's likely why.
That leaves sight and smell still to go. And smell, at least, I can do without--my nose is so stuffed up at the moment that it's not as though I could smell anything even if I wanted to, anyway--but sight...I don't know how I'm going to hide that from Sam. Perhaps I'll just sleep in. Or say I'm cursed. Honestly, it'd be simpler to just say I'm sick and stay in bed the whole week, except that then he'd be always in my room keeping an eye on me, and I don't know how I'd manage to hide Mojo if he were constantly doing that. It's hard enough as it is.
I wonder how many things I've bumped into today. I haven't felt any of them, but that doesn't mean I won't be covered in bruises anyway, and as soon as my feeling comes back, I'll bet I'm going to ache terribly. I wonder how hot that tea I drank was. I know I boiled it, but did I let it cool long enough? I hope I did.
...Drat it all.
[/Handwritten]
[Voice Post]
[The audio begins with a sniffle and a sneeze; when Rosella does begin to speak, the pronunciation of certain words is slightly off, which is unmistakably due to a stuffy nose.]
I suppose that mistletoe curse is something of a yearly tradition, then, isn't it? I remember it coming up last year, too. It's rather upsetting a curse, though, if one isn't prepared for it. But of course, when things like that happen during curses, we really shouldn't hold it against the person. He or she couldn't help it, anyway, being cursed.
Kissing during curses really doesn't count, anyway. Or to break curses, for that matter.
I almost wonder if it's part of the curse, though, that everyone feels compelled to be out and about on that day? Goodness knows I ran into plenty of my friends on Saturday, and it seems they'd all had mostly the same idea as I'd had--getting Christmas shopping done. And that's two years now, that I've turned out to do my Christmas shopping on the mistletoe curse day. So--
[She sneezes abruptly.]
--maybe there's something to that, after all.
Ngh.
Well, in any case, it's over now. No matter what it is, it always comes to an end eventually. And I didn't mind it nearly so much this year as I did last year, either, so that's an improvement. Though I do apologize to anyone I did end up, er, encountering that day. If I could've helped it, I would've, but I'm afraid that's just how that curse goes.
[She sniffles, then sneezes again.]
And I think there's a curse today, too? But this one seems harmless enough, as well, from what I've seen. It's something to do with the heat and the snow, isn't it? It's a good way to catch a cold if one isn't careful, I supp--
[After another brief sneezing fit, followed by a great deal of sniffling, there is a shuffle of movement near the microphone.]
That's it, burned tongue or not, I'm going to give tea a try again.
[OOC: So Rosella made a trade with the deities to get Sam's dog Mojo here for Christmas, giving up all her senses (one at a time) in exchange. The catch? Turns out she's allergic to Mojo for the week, too. So today she has lost her sense of touch, is suffering from horrible allergies, and happens to be Mister Hundred and One, so she's radiating heat like it's going out of style, too. Whee!]
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I really do feel awful
at least that's one thing I can feelfor imposing like this, but...[Private//Unhackable]
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Um. I suppose I could bring him with me to the Library tomorrow, and just meet up with you somehow that way?
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That's entirely fine. I can swing by in the afternoon if that's okay.
[ooc: Sorry for being so slow!]
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The afternoon ought to be fine, I think. And I really, really do appreciate it, Penny.
[OOC: It is 100% all good, no worries!]
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The afternoon it is, and you're really welcome, Rosella.
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