Princess Rosella of Daventry (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primrosella) wrote2012-05-01 12:58 pm
primrosella) wrote2012-05-01 12:58 pm
Quest 303
[Voice Post]
[The audio here starts out with somewhat of a long pause, as though the speaker switched on the recorder a little too soon, before she was really quite ready to start speaking. There isn't much background noise to fill in the gap, either; no footsteps, no sounds of nature crowding in. By and large, it's just...dead air. But then, carefully, a voice does speak: ]
I was...I'd planned to start this off with, um...with an apology, for the way I was behaving this past weekend, with the curse, and I really am very sorry for that, but it seems a bit...
[She trails off. Another long pause.]
It's just...I found out today that I'm to have the Blue Light now, and I thought that must be a mistake, because it belongs to--
[A pause again.]
But I'm glad, though! I'm glad, really, because--because they were all here for a while but he was always late, or a little behind, and then they all had to go and he was behind again and I--well, it was horrible, really, and he was so sad, and I worried so much for so long. So it's better that the time came for him to catch up again, isn't it? It's better, and...
[Another pause, and this time when her voice resumes, it's small, and more to herself than to the microphone.]
...and oh, it's--May the first, it's Lucy's birthday. I wonder if that means she got her wish? I'm sure that's what it would've been.
[The narration breaks here with some sniffling and shuddered breathing, accompanied by the rustle of fabric as she wipes her eyes on her sleeve.]
I've had to...say quite a few of these, you know, being here for so long and seeing so many people come and go and each time I get a little more practice at it, but it still never seems to come any easier, and...it's just, Edmund's...
[But she stops, because her voice cracks just a little, and it's small and almost pleading when it's finally heard again.]
Edmund, I don't know anything about managing a place like that, you awful--
[Silence. After a minute, she speaks one last time, and this time her composure is back.]
It's just, Edmund's gone home, and he's left me to look after his things, so if anyone could please--that is, I think I know most of you at the Blue Light already, just from visiting for so long, but it'd still be good for us to speak, I think, so if you could please get in touch with me I'd very much appreciate it. And if...anyone knows anything about where to start, in looking after a place like that, I'd very much appreciate the advice, too.
[And then the audio ends, while her voice is still strong, before it has the chance to crack again.]
[OOC: Bawww, Edmund. Anotherbest friend gone from the City, and accordingly, Rosella is sad.
Blue Light People, I'll probably be posting a roundup to the tl;dr comm soon, and I'll link it here so I can get a headcount of you OOCly for my own reference! But feel free to reply here ICly, or we can just handwave that you did; either works for me.]
(COMMENTS)
[The audio here starts out with somewhat of a long pause, as though the speaker switched on the recorder a little too soon, before she was really quite ready to start speaking. There isn't much background noise to fill in the gap, either; no footsteps, no sounds of nature crowding in. By and large, it's just...dead air. But then, carefully, a voice does speak: ]
I was...I'd planned to start this off with, um...with an apology, for the way I was behaving this past weekend, with the curse, and I really am very sorry for that, but it seems a bit...
[She trails off. Another long pause.]
It's just...I found out today that I'm to have the Blue Light now, and I thought that must be a mistake, because it belongs to--
[A pause again.]
But I'm glad, though! I'm glad, really, because--because they were all here for a while but he was always late, or a little behind, and then they all had to go and he was behind again and I--well, it was horrible, really, and he was so sad, and I worried so much for so long. So it's better that the time came for him to catch up again, isn't it? It's better, and...
[Another pause, and this time when her voice resumes, it's small, and more to herself than to the microphone.]
...and oh, it's--May the first, it's Lucy's birthday. I wonder if that means she got her wish? I'm sure that's what it would've been.
[The narration breaks here with some sniffling and shuddered breathing, accompanied by the rustle of fabric as she wipes her eyes on her sleeve.]
I've had to...say quite a few of these, you know, being here for so long and seeing so many people come and go and each time I get a little more practice at it, but it still never seems to come any easier, and...it's just, Edmund's...
[But she stops, because her voice cracks just a little, and it's small and almost pleading when it's finally heard again.]
Edmund, I don't know anything about managing a place like that, you awful--
[Silence. After a minute, she speaks one last time, and this time her composure is back.]
It's just, Edmund's gone home, and he's left me to look after his things, so if anyone could please--that is, I think I know most of you at the Blue Light already, just from visiting for so long, but it'd still be good for us to speak, I think, so if you could please get in touch with me I'd very much appreciate it. And if...anyone knows anything about where to start, in looking after a place like that, I'd very much appreciate the advice, too.
[And then the audio ends, while her voice is still strong, before it has the chance to crack again.]
[OOC: Bawww, Edmund. Another
Blue Light People, I'll probably be posting a roundup to the tl;dr comm soon, and I'll link it here so I can get a headcount of you OOCly for my own reference! But feel free to reply here ICly, or we can just handwave that you did; either works for me.]