primrosella | Quest 001

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Quest 001

[Accidental Voice Post]

--and I'll show you around the castle, Alexander! I'm so glad...Daddy's...

...Huh? What the—oh, drat, what now? Genesta, is that you? Hello! Anyone...?

Not again...

Honestly, I’m hardly home for an hour and all of a sudden I’m getting whisked off again. It’d be nice to have a little warning for once, so I could at least pack something...

Er...hello? Well, this doesn't look like Tamir, so...whoever it is who summoned me, I’m here and listening! Hello!

...Anybody?

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[Rosella was indeed dripping wet, and she'd been watching for a person in a strange-looking machine, so she wasn't too startled when Sam arrived and introduced himself in person. Upon seeing him smile, she returned it brightly.]

Yes, you found me. Hello, Sam, it's nice to meet you in person!

*Sam offered her the towel, it really couldn't be pleasant being that wet. He just wished he had a change of clothes he could bring her. Well, that weren't his clothes.*

I did. I had to search a lot of fountains and talk to a lot of dripping wet girls but I'm finally here.

[She took it gratefully, drying the ends of her hair before starting to work on the hems of her rather elaborate court dress. It wasn't much help, unfortunately, but it was better than nothing.]

I guess I'm lucky you're so persistent, then.

*Sam offered her a sheepish grin, taking in the state of her clothing. Yeah, she was going to need new clothes. It wouldn't be weird to offer to get her some, right?*

Hey, someone has to watch out for you, what with the evil witches and the dragons that you normally get yourself entangled with.

[Well...she was wet, but it wasn't any worse than being swallowed by a whale. At least the fountain's water had been clean--she could manage for a while. Rosella got herself as dry as she could, and then offered the towel back to Sam.]

Oh, I can take care of myself. But everybody needs help from other people sometimes.

[She smiled to herself, her thoughts drifting to the twin brother she'd been reunited with just a day or two before.]

*Sam thought anyone who met with as many strange circumstances as Rosella apparently did should probably have someone to watch their back. Metaphorically. Taking the towel he nodded to the car.*

Alright, why don't you hop in and we'll go the my place. Ummm, you sure you don't want to get some clothes or something?

[Rosella gave the car a nervous look. Machines were a fairly uncommon thing back home, and she was more than a little wary of this one. So, to momentarily stall for time, she checked over her dress once more.]

I didn't have the chance to pack anything before I came here...again...

*Sam would have been surprised if she had time to pack, or do anything in preparation, before coming here. He didn't want to talk about how long he went before he got a change of clothes.*

Well, there are some shops nearby where we can get you a few things.

[She looked a little embarrassed at this suggestion; granted, someone in the possession of a magic chest of gold that never empties doesn't usually have to admit that they're penniless, so discomfort would be understandable.]

I don't have any money, either. ...I'll be all right, Sam, really. I've managed with worse.

*Fortunately for Rosella, Sam is under aged and generous. Which sounds like a weird combination, so he doesn't mention it out loud.*

It's not a problem. I'm only 17, so I don't get charged for necessities, and I have two jobs... so money is not a problem. Come on, don't make me beg to buy you clothes, because then it will just be awkward for both of us.

[A small smile crept across her face, mostly because of his generosity, but also at the mention of his age.]

You're seventeen, too? And all right, I'll agree, but only if you let me repay your kindness somehow.

*Sam perked up a bit at the "seventeen too" comment. That meant she got free stuff too.*

If you're under 18 you'll get like... an allowance from the City too. So you can pay me back from that. Or... do you cook? Because I live in this huge warehouse thing by myself and it has a really nice kitchen and I eat like... Pop Tarts for every meal.

[An allowance? Well, that might come in handy...]

Yes, I can cook a little bit. And clean too, if your...huge warehouse thing tends to get messy. But I should warn you that I'm not very good at making tarts, if that's what you like...

*Sam smiled. This was going to be great. Just so long as he explained to his girlfriend why his new roommate was a girl.*

The place is pretty clean, other than my room. Which, uhh, isn't too messy. And I've... never had tarts, so that's fine.

[Good! For the first time since her arrival, things were looking up. She rubbed her eyes a little bit, stifling a yawn.]

It's okay, I understand. I always kept my room at home messy, too. But I thought you just said--hm. Something else I don't understand, I suppose?

*Sam shrugged and nodded for her to get into the car before sliding into the drivers seat himself.*

Probably. There are people here from all sorts of different times and worlds and things like that. It can get kind of confusing.

[She winced inwardly. Well, come on, Rosella, pull yourself together. Just one more obstacle to get past. And after a moment or two of psyching herself up, she settled herself into the car.]

Mmhmm. I'm confused already...

[And now that she was sitting down, fatigue was hitting her hard. Her eyelids started to droop, and she yawned again.]

*Sam glanced over at her and saw the drooping eyelids. And damn it, now he was yawning. Stupid, contagious yawns.*

You look mostly tired to me.

[Her eyes were completely closed now, and it took her a minute to drawl a mumbled answer.]

Mmhmm. That too.

[OOC: My previous HTML fail indicates to me that I, like Rosella, really ought to go to sleep. Can we resume tomorrow?]

*Sam chuckled a bit before turning down the volume on the radio before starting the car and heading home.*

Maybe we should just get you to a bed then.

[ooc: Absolutely!]

[Finding a bed sounded pretty good to Rosella, but as tired as she was, she still knew that falling asleep in a strange--and potentially dangerous--place was not the wisest thing to do, so she tried to muster the willpower to open her eyes again.]

Nn, I'm...mm. Fine. I'm fine. Just...long day. I need a minute, that's all...just a minute.

[Following that, she tried very hard not to yawn again, but failed.]

*Sam watched as she yawned again despite her words, which made him yawn again.*

Are you sure? I mean, you're kind of exhausted.

Mm...

[Rosella remained still for a bit, clearly having just begun to doze. But after only a minute or two, she jolted awake again with a sharp gasp, her eyes flying open.]

*Yeah, Sam is just going to drive home, because she's already dozing off and he'd rather not have to carry her out of a store.*

Whoa there, calm down.

[Rosella sighed, rubbing her eyes.]

Sorry. I...sorry. I think you're right about finding someplace to sleep, after all.

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