Princess Rosella of Daventry (
primrosella) wrote2010-08-11 06:47 pm
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Entry tags:
- a modern sort of princess,
- absence makes the heart go yonder,
- bad memories,
- daventry represent!,
- gotta love that optimism,
- h is for hypocrite,
- home is where the heart is,
- i love my friends,
- i'm sorry i can't be perfect,
- knights and ladies,
- nineteen and loving it,
- put the pen down already,
- rosella's journal,
- stronger now than yesterday,
- taking care of business,
- taking one for the team,
- the perils of being rosella,
- this place is weird beyond belief,
- too many questions
Quest 210
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So he really is...gone.
He came to speak with me last night, Peter. It was lucky I was sitting in the car when I was, so that he could reach me through the radio. It wasn't long, but--but it was enough. Enough to say how sorry I was, enough to thank him so much for everything he did for me...enough to hear him say that he doesn't want me to feel bad about what happened.
It's strange. It's a bit how it went with Edgar, too, isn't it? I didn't know him much longer than a day, and yet...it was long enough. Edgar went out of his way to save my life, too. And I hurt Edgar just as much, between his mother and...well.
But why is it that things worked out this way? Why did Peter become a ghost from that, when so many other people have died in other ways, worse ways, and woken up the next day back in their bodies again? Sam lived for months being dead. Blue's been that way for years now. And Penny, too--and Neil, and all of them, they were all fine, so why isn't he? Does it have something to do with that awful specter that came to chastise me for trespassing? Did he do this on purpose somehow, keep Peter from coming back, as a way of punishing us for trespassing in his catacombs?
But if he did that, then he must be a deity. Or at least, he must have the powers of a deity. Most that live above the ground and one that lives below--of course, I know that story. But there are ways of getting people back from the dead, too, aren't there?
I wonder, would a deity trade...no, likely not. If it's true that the deity below is the master of the dead, then the ones above the ground would have no power over that. And I doubt I'd be able to trade with him, assuming I were even able to find him again--he doesn't like me very much, and he'd likely keep it from me anyway, just out of spite. Oh, these awful deities...
We're eleven days into August, and already it's a month of ups and downs. There's Peter to think of, and the person that tried to break in the other day, and whatever curses might still be in store for the rest of the month. It's Friday the 13th this month, too--the first one we've had all year. But that's only superstition, and enough bad things come along on their own without me looking for new ones to worry about. But then there are good things, too, like having Duo around the Warehouse again and seeing Tamaki back again and working on Neil's play and these lovely little cranes in the mail, and Penny's jacket and that beautiful drawing and my anniversary and Cinna offering to make a whole dress for me for nothing at all...
It's another anniversary this month, too, but I'm not sure yet if it'll turn out to be a good one or a bad one.
I wonder if--
Peter said he didn't want me to blame myself. It's easier said than done, but...for his sake, I have to try, don't I?
It couldn't hurt to try that token, either.
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My, what an odd few days we've had lately! First it was that silly day where no one could write much more than a sentence or two on the Network at a time, and everything appeared backwards, and then yesterday it seemed as though half the City was sparkling like diamonds! Still, I agree with Todd; I'd much rather have a ridiculous curse than a terrible one, no matter how silly it might turn out to be. It's tedious to have to think on how to make a message fit a certain number of words, or to have to wear those dark glasses in the sun to keep from being dazzled by the sparkling that people were doing, but there's no real harm in it, and that's always something to be grateful for.
And it seems that August isn't turning out to be quite as bad as I've been expecting! There certainly seem to be a lot of nice things happening lately, too. Old friends are turning up again, and it seems there are some secret admirers going around, too, delivering special gifts to lucky people when they least expect it. Like that lovely little crane I found in the mailbox the other day--I know quite a few people have been getting those. And I know Penny got a lovely jacket recently, too, which is beautiful and well-deserved, I'm sure.
Oh, and speaking of which--Penny, thank you again for the beautiful portrait. It's absolutely lovely and you're wonderfully talented, and I had a marvelous time sitting for it. If it's all right with you, I'd like to have it framed and put it up on my wall. I think it'd look just lovely next to the one of my family that Sam got me for Christmas this past year.
Duo, have you recovered from the war we waged against the cupcakes in the kitchen the other day? I thought I ought to warn you that I've made another batch or two, so it seems reinforcements have arrived. We may be forced to engage them again soon. Perhaps after we work a bit on that project I mentioned to you the other day?
In any case, I hope things stay quiet and occasionally ridiculous like this for a while. We could all use the respite, I think, no matter how odd of a respite it may be.
[OOC: Whew! Rosella's been keeping busy lately, between a ghostly visitor last night, having Arkady attempt a break-in of the Warehouse, getting paper cranes in the mail, and all the usual August worries. But such is life in the City!
Also, the lovely art Rosella linked to is IC, viewable to all, and definitely not drawn by me--credit for that goes to Penny and Veda, who are amazing and worthy of praise.]
So he really is...gone.
He came to speak with me last night, Peter. It was lucky I was sitting in the car when I was, so that he could reach me through the radio. It wasn't long, but--but it was enough. Enough to say how sorry I was, enough to thank him so much for everything he did for me...enough to hear him say that he doesn't want me to feel bad about what happened.
It's strange. It's a bit how it went with Edgar, too, isn't it? I didn't know him much longer than a day, and yet...it was long enough. Edgar went out of his way to save my life, too. And I hurt Edgar just as much, between his mother and...well.
But why is it that things worked out this way? Why did Peter become a ghost from that, when so many other people have died in other ways, worse ways, and woken up the next day back in their bodies again? Sam lived for months being dead. Blue's been that way for years now. And Penny, too--and Neil, and all of them, they were all fine, so why isn't he? Does it have something to do with that awful specter that came to chastise me for trespassing? Did he do this on purpose somehow, keep Peter from coming back, as a way of punishing us for trespassing in his catacombs?
But if he did that, then he must be a deity. Or at least, he must have the powers of a deity. Most that live above the ground and one that lives below--of course, I know that story. But there are ways of getting people back from the dead, too, aren't there?
I wonder, would a deity trade...no, likely not. If it's true that the deity below is the master of the dead, then the ones above the ground would have no power over that. And I doubt I'd be able to trade with him, assuming I were even able to find him again--he doesn't like me very much, and he'd likely keep it from me anyway, just out of spite. Oh, these awful deities...
We're eleven days into August, and already it's a month of ups and downs. There's Peter to think of, and the person that tried to break in the other day, and whatever curses might still be in store for the rest of the month. It's Friday the 13th this month, too--the first one we've had all year. But that's only superstition, and enough bad things come along on their own without me looking for new ones to worry about. But then there are good things, too, like having Duo around the Warehouse again and seeing Tamaki back again and working on Neil's play and these lovely little cranes in the mail, and Penny's jacket and that beautiful drawing and my anniversary and Cinna offering to make a whole dress for me for nothing at all...
It's another anniversary this month, too, but I'm not sure yet if it'll turn out to be a good one or a bad one.
Peter said he didn't want me to blame myself. It's easier said than done, but...for his sake, I have to try, don't I?
It couldn't hurt to try that token, either.
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My, what an odd few days we've had lately! First it was that silly day where no one could write much more than a sentence or two on the Network at a time, and everything appeared backwards, and then yesterday it seemed as though half the City was sparkling like diamonds! Still, I agree with Todd; I'd much rather have a ridiculous curse than a terrible one, no matter how silly it might turn out to be. It's tedious to have to think on how to make a message fit a certain number of words, or to have to wear those dark glasses in the sun to keep from being dazzled by the sparkling that people were doing, but there's no real harm in it, and that's always something to be grateful for.
And it seems that August isn't turning out to be quite as bad as I've been expecting! There certainly seem to be a lot of nice things happening lately, too. Old friends are turning up again, and it seems there are some secret admirers going around, too, delivering special gifts to lucky people when they least expect it. Like that lovely little crane I found in the mailbox the other day--I know quite a few people have been getting those. And I know Penny got a lovely jacket recently, too, which is beautiful and well-deserved, I'm sure.
Oh, and speaking of which--Penny, thank you again for the beautiful portrait. It's absolutely lovely and you're wonderfully talented, and I had a marvelous time sitting for it. If it's all right with you, I'd like to have it framed and put it up on my wall. I think it'd look just lovely next to the one of my family that Sam got me for Christmas this past year.
Duo, have you recovered from the war we waged against the cupcakes in the kitchen the other day? I thought I ought to warn you that I've made another batch or two, so it seems reinforcements have arrived. We may be forced to engage them again soon. Perhaps after we work a bit on that project I mentioned to you the other day?
In any case, I hope things stay quiet and occasionally ridiculous like this for a while. We could all use the respite, I think, no matter how odd of a respite it may be.
[OOC: Whew! Rosella's been keeping busy lately, between a ghostly visitor last night, having Arkady attempt a break-in of the Warehouse, getting paper cranes in the mail, and all the usual August worries. But such is life in the City!
Also, the lovely art Rosella linked to is IC, viewable to all, and definitely not drawn by me--credit for that goes to Penny and Veda, who are amazing and worthy of praise.]
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Way ahead of ya. I was already looking into it.
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Oh, good, I'm glad. Do let me know if there's anything I can do to help, won't you?
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Will do. Just keep those cupcakes at bay until I can bring more reinforcements.
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The milk again, you think? Or should we look into other alliances?
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You're Rosella, aren't you?
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I am, yes! Er, pardon my asking, but...I don't believe we've met before, have we?
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I was thinking about the cranes. Do you think whoever left them around made a thousand of them?
I'm really liking August.
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A thousand? Goodness, I can hardly imagine what someone would do with so many cranes. Is there something special about a thousand in particular?
I'm glad you're enjoying it, Penny.
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I've heard something about getting a wish if you make a thousand? But by the time you get that many made, you deserve to have a wish granted. I hope whoever's handing the cranes out is at least getting karma points.
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...Hello, Ed.
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Hello, Rosella.
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