Princess Rosella of Daventry (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primrosella) wrote2010-07-17 05:18 pm
primrosella) wrote2010-07-17 05:18 pm
Entry tags:
- affected,
- at least it's not greensleeves,
- curse: child friendly,
- curse: grab bag,
- daventry represent!,
- fairy tales,
- gotta love that optimism,
- happily ever after,
- i'm walking on sunshine,
- knights and ladies,
- nineteen and loving it,
- so farfetched it's gotta be true,
- the perils of being rosella,
- this place is weird beyond belief,
- time to be a princess
Quest 204
[Accidental Video Post]
[As the video switches on and fades in from black, the sound of wingbeats and merry chirping can be heard, as though a multitude of birds of all varieties have all come together in one place. Shortly thereafter, the picture comes in to focus on Rosella, standing in the middle of one of the burned-out sections of the Library with a broom in her hands and a bluebird on her shoulder. She is wearing a neat, albeit slightly sooty, dress and a pair of sensible shoes, and her hair is braided and pinned up on her head with a few tendrils hanging loose, having obviously slipped free of their coils while she was working.
However, the strangest sight is the wildlife around her--birds, squirrels, chipmunks, and even the occasional deer, all with wide innocent eyes, and all dutifully aiding her in her attempt to clean up her area of the Library. The birds flutter around collecting bits of charred paper that have fallen on the ground, the squirrels dust and sweep with their tails, the chipmunks sort though the remains for anything that might be salvageable, and the deer trot around with collections of half-burned books and pieces of wood secured in their antlers, delivering them to other parts of the Library.
And every one of them is singing or contributing to the tune. Merrily.
The expression on Rosella's face clearly reveals just how ridiculous she finds all this commotion, but hey, she's not about to complain about the extra help in cleaning the Library. When she speaks, her voice sounds...not different, exactly, but perhaps slightly more melodious than usual.]
Oh, do be careful! That's quite a lot of books you're carrying around, you know--don't try to take too many at once! Really, there's no need to rush. I really do appreciate the help, but I haven't any balls to be late for, so there's no need to work so fast and risk hurting yourselves.
[The birds twitter and chirp at this, rustling their wings noisily.]
Yes, of course, you're all being wonderfully helpful, thank you.
[A pause, as she glances toward the camera.]
Oh, drat, how did that get on? I don't suppose one of you could...oh, thank you, I do apprecia--
[And with a flurry of fur near the camera, the video switches off.]
[OOC: Cinders + Rosella = Cinderosella? And a little bit of Snow White, too. She's afflicted with the Child Friendly curse today, which means all the standard features of a standard Disney Princess--helpful birdies, merry work tunes, and the apparent ability to remain pretty even after a long day of hard work.
IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED IN JUMPING IN--safari!cursed people who want to join the animal brigade, people wanting to play Fairy Godmother, princes who want to attempt a rescue, etc.--feel free! I will roll with anything. :D]
[As the video switches on and fades in from black, the sound of wingbeats and merry chirping can be heard, as though a multitude of birds of all varieties have all come together in one place. Shortly thereafter, the picture comes in to focus on Rosella, standing in the middle of one of the burned-out sections of the Library with a broom in her hands and a bluebird on her shoulder. She is wearing a neat, albeit slightly sooty, dress and a pair of sensible shoes, and her hair is braided and pinned up on her head with a few tendrils hanging loose, having obviously slipped free of their coils while she was working.
However, the strangest sight is the wildlife around her--birds, squirrels, chipmunks, and even the occasional deer, all with wide innocent eyes, and all dutifully aiding her in her attempt to clean up her area of the Library. The birds flutter around collecting bits of charred paper that have fallen on the ground, the squirrels dust and sweep with their tails, the chipmunks sort though the remains for anything that might be salvageable, and the deer trot around with collections of half-burned books and pieces of wood secured in their antlers, delivering them to other parts of the Library.
And every one of them is singing or contributing to the tune. Merrily.
The expression on Rosella's face clearly reveals just how ridiculous she finds all this commotion, but hey, she's not about to complain about the extra help in cleaning the Library. When she speaks, her voice sounds...not different, exactly, but perhaps slightly more melodious than usual.]
Oh, do be careful! That's quite a lot of books you're carrying around, you know--don't try to take too many at once! Really, there's no need to rush. I really do appreciate the help, but I haven't any balls to be late for, so there's no need to work so fast and risk hurting yourselves.
[The birds twitter and chirp at this, rustling their wings noisily.]
Yes, of course, you're all being wonderfully helpful, thank you.
[A pause, as she glances toward the camera.]
Oh, drat, how did that get on? I don't suppose one of you could...oh, thank you, I do apprecia--
[And with a flurry of fur near the camera, the video switches off.]
[OOC: Cinders + Rosella = Cinderosella? And a little bit of Snow White, too. She's afflicted with the Child Friendly curse today, which means all the standard features of a standard Disney Princess--helpful birdies, merry work tunes, and the apparent ability to remain pretty even after a long day of hard work.
IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED IN JUMPING IN--safari!cursed people who want to join the animal brigade, people wanting to play Fairy Godmother, princes who want to attempt a rescue, etc.--feel free! I will roll with anything. :D]
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[She sets her broom aside, absently catching another twittering bird on her finger as she surveys the room, looking for what else to do--and sneaking a peek at the corner as she does so.]
You've been very helpful, thank you.
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[An offhand remark, spoken quietly; she doesn't want to startle him again, but perhaps she can coax him into talking to her, too, as she idly pets a passing deer and plucks the books out of its antlers.]
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Do...you think so?
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I do. And I know they only like nice people, so I'm sure you must be very nice, too.
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Aren't they? They do all seem to have turned out to help today. Really, it's the oddest thing.
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