Princess Rosella of Daventry (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primrosella) wrote2010-08-14 07:36 pm
primrosella) wrote2010-08-14 07:36 pm
Entry tags:
- a modern sort of princess,
- absence makes the heart go yonder,
- adventures,
- at least it's not greensleeves,
- behold my mad skills,
- blue is such an enabler,
- curiosity killed the princess,
- everyone's dead and it's all my fault,
- happily ever after,
- i love my friends,
- i'm sorry i can't be perfect,
- knights and ladies,
- next time be more careful,
- nineteen and loving it,
- oblivious rosella is oblivious,
- something wicked this way comes,
- taking care of business,
- the perils of being rosella,
- too many questions,
- your princess is in another castle
Quest 211
[Accidental Video | Open Action]
[Rosella is sitting in one of the quieter, more secluded parts of the beach, perched comfortably atop a fairly large outcropping of rock and silhouetted against the rapidly setting sun. Her hair drifts lightly in the evening breeze as she settles back onto her hands and crosses her legs at the ankles, apparently contemplating the view. Across her lap lies what appears to be a flute; nearby, on the surface of the rock, sits a somewhat tattered paper notebook and pen. The video is at the wrong angle to see what might be written in that notebook, but its pages are covered in jotted notes, arrows, and some heavily-underlined question marks.]
If so needed, only in need...but what makes one need greater than another? What makes it a need at all?
[Like everyone else in her family, Rosella has a bad habit of talking to herself when she's alone, and especially so when she is trying to think; this, apparently, is no exception. She glances down at the notebook at her side, shifting her weight and raising one hand to tuck a wisp of stray hair behind her ear, and then settles back into her position again.]
Coin and cloth...and stone. Stones, new stones. Old friends, new stones, dark places...
[There is a pause, and then a sigh as she lets her head fall back in exasperation.]
Oh, drat it all, I don't know.
[She makes a face accompanied by a low murmur of frustration; though the video is at the wrong angle to capture the expression, the microphone does catch the sound. Then, shaking her head, Rosella sits up and raises her flute, apparently tired of musing for the moment, and opting to play a little instead.]
[OOC: So! Strange things are afoot in the City these days, and it's bugging Rosella something awful. So, tired of hanging out in the Warehouse and thinking up a storm, she decided to get out and go to the beach to muse a little, just for a change of pace. Feel free to action her up if you'd like, and Network for everyone else! But be advised--she'll probably deny that she's got heavy stuff on her mind. She's trying her best to stay upbeat these days.]
[Rosella is sitting in one of the quieter, more secluded parts of the beach, perched comfortably atop a fairly large outcropping of rock and silhouetted against the rapidly setting sun. Her hair drifts lightly in the evening breeze as she settles back onto her hands and crosses her legs at the ankles, apparently contemplating the view. Across her lap lies what appears to be a flute; nearby, on the surface of the rock, sits a somewhat tattered paper notebook and pen. The video is at the wrong angle to see what might be written in that notebook, but its pages are covered in jotted notes, arrows, and some heavily-underlined question marks.]
If so needed, only in need...but what makes one need greater than another? What makes it a need at all?
[Like everyone else in her family, Rosella has a bad habit of talking to herself when she's alone, and especially so when she is trying to think; this, apparently, is no exception. She glances down at the notebook at her side, shifting her weight and raising one hand to tuck a wisp of stray hair behind her ear, and then settles back into her position again.]
Coin and cloth...and stone. Stones, new stones. Old friends, new stones, dark places...
[There is a pause, and then a sigh as she lets her head fall back in exasperation.]
Oh, drat it all, I don't know.
[She makes a face accompanied by a low murmur of frustration; though the video is at the wrong angle to capture the expression, the microphone does catch the sound. Then, shaking her head, Rosella sits up and raises her flute, apparently tired of musing for the moment, and opting to play a little instead.]
[OOC: So! Strange things are afoot in the City these days, and it's bugging Rosella something awful. So, tired of hanging out in the Warehouse and thinking up a storm, she decided to get out and go to the beach to muse a little, just for a change of pace. Feel free to action her up if you'd like, and Network for everyone else! But be advised--she'll probably deny that she's got heavy stuff on her mind. She's trying her best to stay upbeat these days.]
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Good luck puzzling it out, Rosella.
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