Quest 212

[primrosella]

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I'm all right. I'm all right. I'm scared and this is a wretched curse and he's a monster, that doctor, he's nothing but a monster but--but I'm all right. I am. I'm safe in the Warehouse and the spells are all up and he can't get me so long as I'm in here. He's not welcome in here, and the Warehouse won't let him in. It threw him out before. It'll throw him out again.

So I'm all right. I've done worse before. Dealing with Lolotte was worse than this. I was alone in Tamir and I managed all right, even when I had to face her myself. I've held Pandora's Box in my hands, and that was worse than this. He's a monster, and he's a madman, but I'm safer here than I was then. I have friends here. I have defenses here. And he's no different than--than an ogre or a troll. He's just a monster.

And a monster can't love, so if it's cursed to do just that--

Because that must be it. He must be cursed, just like everyone else has been cursed, because he wouldn't have listened to me if he weren't. If it were just a matter of scaring me, taunting Cain--then why would he listen? It wasn't like that the last time, when we thought Cain's father might've found me. He talked to me, but he didn't--listen. Then, it was as though I were just a puppet in the midst of a greater game, and my strings were being pulled every which way. But this...

A boy with white hair who couldn't get warm, and sat in an alley covered in blood--

But what in the world am I going to do with all that--all those things he left? Goodness knows I wouldn't eat that candy if it were the last thing on earth, and I'm certainly not about to put up those flowers anywhere. And that--that jar of--I don't even know what--

It's the sort of thing I'd expect to find in a hag's cave or an evil wizard's laboratory, not on a doorstep. Not on my doorstep! And if he got it here--then where did he get it from, and--

Honestly, why would you ever?!

Ugh. As if I needed any more reason to hate August. Peter's still--there's still no word of him, and I haven't gotten anywhere at puzzling out how to call on Adrastus's mother for help, and Penny's upset and Cain's in an awful mood and I'm in an awful mood, and why shouldn't I be, when there's a madman delivering parts of people to my doorstep? Ugh, this is always such a terrible month. At least now I know about that...oh, what was it? Tanabata? That story about the Sky Princess and the husband she loved, which explains why there are always troubles with love around this time of year. But it certainly doesn't make things any easier to put up with in the meantime.

I've always managed so far. I can manage now. I just have to get things figured out.

Now, if only all this utter silliness would just be over...

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One of the first lessons I ever learned in this City was about the importance of understanding. In a place like this, with so many people from so many different places, it's easy to find ourselves caught in the middle of misunderstandings simply because we see things in different ways, and because we've all had different experiences that have shaped the way we approach things now. A word from one place might be the same word in another, but the two words might have completely different meanings. A reality in one place might be nothing more than a story in another. A monster in one world might not be a monster in the next.

The curses bring about a lot of misunderstandings, too. That's the whole point of them, really, to make us do things we normally wouldn't, and to try to make us miserable because of it. And oftentimes, they succeed--especially so with curses like this. The ones that make us act differently are the ones that are hardest to be understanding about, both during and afterward, because they turn us into people we're not, make us do things we wouldn't, make us hurt people we ordinarily love. These sorts of curses are some of the worst to endure, and the hardest to forgive.

And yet, these are the ones when forgiveness is needed the most.

I'm still not certain yet if yesterday's curse really ended at midnight, or if it's decided to persist through today as well. Last year this sort of thing ended at the stroke of midnight, and in a rather humiliating way for everyone concerned. This year, it's much harder to tell.

However, when it finally does come to an end, I hope that we can all find it within ourselves to be understanding about the circumstances, and to be open to the people we've hurt, and to forgive the things we said and did when we couldn't help ourselves. And it's a duty that both people need to engage in--the people that were hurt need to find the strength to forgive, and to not hold those actions against the person that hurt them, and the person that was cursed needs to do the responsible thing and ask forgiveness for the things they did, and apologize for hurting their friend, even if they couldn't help it at the time.

I'd hate to see more friendships needlessly ruined over something as silly as a curse.

I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid I won't be coming in to the Library to help today. I'm feeling a bit under the weather, and so I think I'll be staying in and getting some rest until I start feeling a bit more like myself.


[OOC: My, Rosella's certainly putting on a brave face for someone who found a human heart on her doorstep yesterday. Sob. She'll just be over here hating this curse and hiding inside her magically-warded Warehouse until the world stops being crazy, thanks. ♥]

Comments

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

I'd like to hope so. Still, I think it bears repeating every once in a while.

Oh, I'm managing all right. I think just staying in and getting plenty of rest will be the best thing to do at the moment, really.

[adamantined]

I think it's nice as far as friendly reminders go.

I heard orange juice is supposed to be good for that kind of thing.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

I just hate to see misunderstandings lead to people feeling so bad, both during them and in the aftermath. And the hardest curses to forgive are always the ones that need it the most, it seems.

I think I have some, and Tamaki suggested soup, so I think I'll have a little of both and that will be just right. For now.

[adamantined]

Yeah, I think so, too. Especially when we're trying to forgive ourselves. More than people forgiving us and curses and forgetting about it, sometimes I think it's harder to do on a personal level than it is on any other. But we're a resilient collection. I think things will get put right.

You sure you didn't just hold your thermometer up to a light bulb to get out of Library duty?

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Admitting that there was really nothing you could've done is always difficult, no matter the circumstances. And I think there'll be a lot of those admissions after the curse is over, too. Still, I'll be glad when all this is over with. Things were going so well this month, too, before all this mess came about.

Oh, I'm fairly certain I did nothing of the sort. I like the Library far too much to try to get out of working there.

[adamantined]

Speak for Messes in this place always have a way of working themselves out, for the most part. Things'll get back to their version of normal eventually.

They're working on rebuilding it or something, right?

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

And until then, we'll all just have to keep hoping. It'll be all right.

Yes, and rewriting the books that were lost, too. Half the building was destroyed, and there was a fire that caused a great deal of damage, so we're all working hard to get things set back to rights again.

[adamantined]

I'd say I'll keep my fingers crossed, but that just makes it sounds like it needs the extra luck.

I heard there were monks doing all the rewriting work. Pulling thoughts out of people's heads and stuff.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

After last Friday, I think we could use all the luck we can get.

Yes, they are. And they're rather nice monks, too, just a bit...well, quiet. They don't like to be bothered, which is perfectly understandable, really.

[adamantined]

Don't remind me.

I don't know how much I like the thought of someone pulling something out of my head but... that actually does kind of remind me -

If you're feeling up to it, maybe I could bring by a movie to watch? I owe you the one, at least.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

As long as he doesn't follow you--but no, he wouldn't have anything to suspect by you, would he? And having someone else around--

I'd like that very much, if you don't mind that I might be terrible company. I'm a bit...well, out of sorts today, but I don't think it's anything, er, catching. And I wouldn't mind having someone to talk to, either.

[adamantined]

It wouldn't matter if you had something catching or not, but I doubt you'll be terrible company either way. And that's kind of the good thing about watching a movie. No one really has to talk unless they want to.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Well, all right, a movie it is, then. I'll see if I can't get some popcorn started, and bring down a few of big pillows, too.

[adamantined]

Do you have any requests?

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

...Something with a happy ending?

[adamantined]

I can find something.

[ooc: I need to take off for a bit, but if you'd like to log or assume or SOMETHING, I'm good with both and will be back!]

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Wonderful! And I'll look around here and see if there aren't any movies that might be nice, too. And then we can pick one or two once you're here?

[OOC: I would love to log with these two! My patience, let me show you it. ♥]

[adamantined]

That sounds... really great, actually. I just need to poke through what I've got and change my clothes, and I'll be by.

[ooc: Your patience is FANTASTIC /appreciates ♥]

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Er--when you get here, message me, won't you? So I can come and unlock the door. I might not hear you if you knock, that's all.

[adamantined]

I'll send you a text for sure.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I'll watch for it.

pass the parcel, wrap unwrap, and open up the locks

[adamantined]

[Claire doesn't reply any further but instead does as she's said she would: finds jeans, a t-shirt that has grown too big from repeated washings and wearings, faded and frayed along the hems, and a pair of comfortable sandals she can step into easily. The choice in film is a little more complicated, since she'd like to pick something that Rosella probably hasn't seen or heard of but would enjoy all the same. The Little Mermaid goes into her messenger bag, and, running out of time and options, The Princess Bride follows suit.

In little to no time, Claire is out the lobby doors and trying to keep her head down, as she typically does when curses run rabid through both the streets and across the Network. Scrolling through posts on her device at least manages to pass the time between Building Twelve and the warehouse, and by the time Claire looks up again - not counting the instances she had to in order to make sure she wasn't swept up by the commotion of the day - she's just outside where she wants to be.

Digging her Sidekick out of her back pocket, Claire thumbs through her contacts and relays the message - knock knock! - with only some degree of curiosity as to why Rosella is really both holed up in this place and why she asked Claire to message her at all. Claire can only wait, and she does, stepping back from the door and spending her time casually taking in the scenery.]

pass the parcel, wrap unwrap, and open up the locks

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[Having Claire over to visit is a comforting thought in several different ways. For one thing, it's giving Rosella something else to think about besides creepy doctors and severed body parts being left on her doorstep, and giving her something to do besides holing up in a secluded corner of the Warehouse and thinking with all her might that the man is absolutely not welcome inside. The Warehouse will protect her just fine without sitting around and dwelling on the issue, and besides, it'd be nice to have some company right now.

She is halfway through dragging some delightfully squishy oversized pillows down into the den--where all of Sam's electronics are still housed--when her device goes off. Blinking, she retrieves it from her pocket and smiles faintly at the message; it seems Claire found a way for her to "hear" the knock, after all. Quickly, she hauls the pillows down and deposits them outside the doorway before heading for the front door, dusting her hands on her skirt as she goes. After a quick peek out the peephole, just to be doubly sure, she unlocks the door and pulls it open, flashing what she hopes is a normal, friendly smile in greeting.]

Hello, Claire!

pass the parcel, wrap unwrap, and open up the locks

[adamantined]

[Her back is to the door when it opens, the result of a half-turn to look back the way that she's come, some casual glance out at the City as if looking into the heart of it will let her see half of the people that she's wondering after and about. The one thing the curse has managed to do is provide an adequate distraction, in some respects, from things that have still been collecting at the back of her mind, and while working late and often has also provided something of a decent distraction, Claire knows that offering to visit Rosella is as much for her own benefit and peace of mind as it is for the other girl's. It's easier to take your mind off of something when you're deviating from a daily routine: a blip on the monotonous radar of existing in this place.

She turns, a smile ready and hooked at the corner of her mouth. The hand at the end of the arm her messenger bag is slung over comes up to lift the strap off of her shoulder, thumb slipping underneath the brown cloth so that the body of the thing brushes across her leg. If there is anything off about Rosella's smile, Claire doesn't immediately notice it.]

Hey! I thought about throwing rocks at the window but that was a little too cliche. [An abrupt turn brings the bag into better view, and Claire takes a step toward the open door so that she can get inside.] I could only find a couple movies I was absolutely sure were within the realm of 'happy endings.' Have you ever watched The Princess Bride?

pass the parcel, wrap unwrap, and open up the locks

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

[She pulls the door open a little farther and steps back to make room for Claire, keeping one hand on the knob and the other resting lightly on the side as she does so. The reason for this soon becomes obvious as, once Claire is securely inside, Rosella quickly shuts the door again and leans her weight against it, locking it behind her. She's feeling a bit better since speaking with her friends on the Network, but she's still somewhat jumpy; spontaneously finding a human heart in a jar will do that to a girl. And if that means her voice sounds a bit too upbeat when she answers Claire, it's likely only because she's overcompensating.]

No, but I've heard good things about it! I think we have that one around ourselves, actually, but I've never taken the time to watch it. [She gives the door another glance, then motions for Claire to follow her down the hall to the den.] And I think I'd like most anything with princesses, really. It's some sort of fairy tale, isn't it?