Princess Rosella of Daventry (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primrosella) wrote2009-12-22 09:38 pm
primrosella) wrote2009-12-22 09:38 pm
Entry tags:
- a modern sort of princess,
- at least it's not greensleeves,
- behold my mad skills,
- eighteen and loving it,
- gotta love that optimism,
- happily ever after,
- home is where the heart is,
- i love my friends,
- i'm walking on sunshine,
- not traumatized yay!,
- oblivious rosella is oblivious,
- the most wonderful time of the year,
- why yes i am a ninja
Quest 151
[Accidental Video Post]
[The video, slightly crooked, opens on a warm, brightly-lit kitchen; from the angle, it is apparent that the device has been propped up on one of the counters, within reach but safely out of the way of the hustle and bustle that is taking place within. Something seems to be covering one corner of the feed, blocking off a narrow strip of the view, but it's not enough to obscure the lens entirely.
As cheerful Christmas music plays in the background, Rosella walks into view, bouncing along with the tune and half-humming, half-singing along. Her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, her hair is braided up and pinned back off her face, and her apron (and a good portion of her bright red dress, as well) is covered in flour. She looks supremely satisfied with herself, and clearly hasn't noticed that the camera is on yet.]
Hmm-hmm-hm-hm, hm-hm, Christmas, it's the best time hmm-hmm year...
[She reaches over toward the device, and a moment later the obstruction clears; it was the edge of a cookbook that had been propped up next to it for reference. Still humming, Rosella glances over the book, then sets it down flat in front of the device and returns to her cooking, measuring ingredients into a big yellow bowl and giving them a good stir.]
...but have a cup of cheer...
[A minute later, an oven buzzer goes off and Rosella quickly looks up from what she's doing, wiping her hands on her apron and snatching up an oven mitt as she heads over to the oven and removes a cookie sheet, setting it aside to cool before sliding a new one into its place.]
There! Another batch finished. Just a few more to go. Now, let's see, that's...five by four, that's twenty more of the chocolate chip...
[She stands still a minute, gazing thoughtfully at the cookies, as though she is trying to make up her mind about something. A minute later, she snatches one up off the trap and pops it into her mouth, leaving about half hanging out. When she speaks, it comes out mumbled--and understandably so, what with a cookie taking up most of the room.]
...Nineteen more chocolate chip.
[Chewing happily, she returns to her mixing bowl and resumes cooking, humming along with the music once again and never noticing that the whole encounter has been recorded.]
[OOC: The end of her deity trade, the disappearance of her allergies, and the coming of Christmas have yielded the return of Happy!sella at last. Feel free to call her on her cookie-stealing shenanigans!
Also, people she's invited to Christmas at the Warehouse--is anyone interested in doing a log for it? Let me know and I can see about putting one up, if there's enough interest. =D]
[The video, slightly crooked, opens on a warm, brightly-lit kitchen; from the angle, it is apparent that the device has been propped up on one of the counters, within reach but safely out of the way of the hustle and bustle that is taking place within. Something seems to be covering one corner of the feed, blocking off a narrow strip of the view, but it's not enough to obscure the lens entirely.
As cheerful Christmas music plays in the background, Rosella walks into view, bouncing along with the tune and half-humming, half-singing along. Her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, her hair is braided up and pinned back off her face, and her apron (and a good portion of her bright red dress, as well) is covered in flour. She looks supremely satisfied with herself, and clearly hasn't noticed that the camera is on yet.]
Hmm-hmm-hm-hm, hm-hm, Christmas, it's the best time hmm-hmm year...
[She reaches over toward the device, and a moment later the obstruction clears; it was the edge of a cookbook that had been propped up next to it for reference. Still humming, Rosella glances over the book, then sets it down flat in front of the device and returns to her cooking, measuring ingredients into a big yellow bowl and giving them a good stir.]
...but have a cup of cheer...
[A minute later, an oven buzzer goes off and Rosella quickly looks up from what she's doing, wiping her hands on her apron and snatching up an oven mitt as she heads over to the oven and removes a cookie sheet, setting it aside to cool before sliding a new one into its place.]
There! Another batch finished. Just a few more to go. Now, let's see, that's...five by four, that's twenty more of the chocolate chip...
[She stands still a minute, gazing thoughtfully at the cookies, as though she is trying to make up her mind about something. A minute later, she snatches one up off the trap and pops it into her mouth, leaving about half hanging out. When she speaks, it comes out mumbled--and understandably so, what with a cookie taking up most of the room.]
...Nineteen more chocolate chip.
[Chewing happily, she returns to her mixing bowl and resumes cooking, humming along with the music once again and never noticing that the whole encounter has been recorded.]
[OOC: The end of her deity trade, the disappearance of her allergies, and the coming of Christmas have yielded the return of Happy!sella at last. Feel free to call her on her cookie-stealing shenanigans!
Also, people she's invited to Christmas at the Warehouse--is anyone interested in doing a log for it? Let me know and I can see about putting one up, if there's enough interest. =D]