Princess Rosella of Daventry (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primrosella) wrote2011-07-30 04:41 am
primrosella) wrote2011-07-30 04:41 am
Entry tags:
- affected,
- augh seriously wtf,
- awkward to the max,
- curse: grab bag,
- curse: if these walls could talk,
- he doesn't look a thing like jesus,
- i love my friends,
- la femme rosella,
- next time be more careful,
- oblivious rosella is oblivious,
- rosella is not amused,
- sleeping beauty is sleepy,
- so farfetched it's gotta be true,
- the perils of being rosella,
- this place is weird beyond belief,
- what is this i don't even,
- why yes i am a ninja
Quest 281
[Voice Post]
[It's quite early in the morning, just around sunrise, when this post begins to record to the Network; the soft sound of birds beginning to chirp is audible from somewhere nearby, and the slightest hint of a breeze (probably from an open window) whispers over the microphone, accompanied by what sounds oddly like the clinking of metal against wood. The moments pass and the clinking persists, rhythmic and even, and then at last, at some indeterminate time, at some unseen signal, the clinking is replaced by--]
RAHZ AND SHAHN, CHERIE! ZEE MORNING, EET EEZ BEAUTIFUL, AND SO ARE YOU!
[--which, in turn, comes accompanied by a jolt and a rather feminine yelp--]
Augh--! What in the world--?!
[--but alas, the original voice is off and running again.]
AH, MA PETIT, MON CHERE, YOU WERE NOT STILL SLEE-PEENG? BUT ZEE SUN IS UP! ZEE BIRDS, ZEY ARE SEENG-EENG! ZERE IS SO MUCH TO DO! COME NOW, AS ZEY SAY, "UP AND AT AHM"! SEIZE ZEE DAY! VIVE LE FRANCE!
[A moment later, there is a fwump and a clatter, the two audible bits of proof that even half-asleep, Rosella has pretty good aim when throwing a pillow. And after a few more smothered, heavily accented bits of muttering, the audio ends.]
[OOC: Posting super early because my ISP is doing maintenance tomorrow and I wanted to make sure I got this up before then, so comments might be slow! But yes, this does take place right around dawn; a candelabra in Rosella's room has been afflicted with If These Walls Could Talk, and it has thus become possessed with a ree-deek-you-lus Fraanch accent. For the lulz. Sadly, Rosella is not as amused. ♥]
[It's quite early in the morning, just around sunrise, when this post begins to record to the Network; the soft sound of birds beginning to chirp is audible from somewhere nearby, and the slightest hint of a breeze (probably from an open window) whispers over the microphone, accompanied by what sounds oddly like the clinking of metal against wood. The moments pass and the clinking persists, rhythmic and even, and then at last, at some indeterminate time, at some unseen signal, the clinking is replaced by--]
RAHZ AND SHAHN, CHERIE! ZEE MORNING, EET EEZ BEAUTIFUL, AND SO ARE YOU!
[--which, in turn, comes accompanied by a jolt and a rather feminine yelp--]
Augh--! What in the world--?!
[--but alas, the original voice is off and running again.]
AH, MA PETIT, MON CHERE, YOU WERE NOT STILL SLEE-PEENG? BUT ZEE SUN IS UP! ZEE BIRDS, ZEY ARE SEENG-EENG! ZERE IS SO MUCH TO DO! COME NOW, AS ZEY SAY, "UP AND AT AHM"! SEIZE ZEE DAY! VIVE LE FRANCE!
[A moment later, there is a fwump and a clatter, the two audible bits of proof that even half-asleep, Rosella has pretty good aim when throwing a pillow. And after a few more smothered, heavily accented bits of muttering, the audio ends.]
[OOC: Posting super early because my ISP is doing maintenance tomorrow and I wanted to make sure I got this up before then, so comments might be slow! But yes, this does take place right around dawn; a candelabra in Rosella's room has been afflicted with If These Walls Could Talk, and it has thus become possessed with a ree-deek-you-lus Fraanch accent. For the lulz. Sadly, Rosella is not as amused. ♥]