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[The video opens on a fairly messy bedroom—all right, perhaps "fairly messy" is an understatement, considering the floor is littered with stacks of odds and ends, books and papers, clothes piled here and there, with barely more than a narrow strip of empty floor space leading from the side of the bed to the door. It is, however, a charming bedroom despite the mess: the bed is a four-poster with a canopy and dotted with fluffy, comfortable-looking pillows; there's a nightstand near the head of the bed, on which rests a small lamp, a tattered and clearly much-loved book of fairy tales, and a pink cell phone with charms attached; dangling over the open closet door hangs a piece of rope several feet in length, and beneath it are propped a bow and quiver of arrows, a sword, and a pair of Rollerblades; on the desk sits another stack of books, a pretty jewelry box, and a candelabra filled with pink tapers. On the wall hangs a stately portrait in a gold frame, and this is the image that the camera eventually settles on as a rather unusual narration begins.]
Good, that's good, get a shot of the portrait. We can use that a hundred times with a voice-over. Okay, great, pan the room, make sure to get all the junk...
Jesus, I pity the guy who spends the night in this place.
Hey, grab me the list a sec, do we have any names of ones who might've tried?
Uh...hang on, you want just the known acquaintances or...?
Eh, give me whatever you've got right there.
Okay, uh, I've got Witwicky, Black, Blue, Gray, Hargreaves, Perry, Anderson, Chase, Thorn, Maxwell, X, Pevensie, Pevensie again, Felix, Winchester, and Colbie. That's the one who lives here now, Nigel Colbie.
Some of those aren't here anymore, though. Who've we got that's still around?
Uh...Hargreaves, Perry, Anderson, Chase, X, both Pevensies, Felix, Winchester, and Colbie.
All right, we'll try to catch one of them. Christ, how does she live like this?
[Then, abruptly, the camera jerks, and a familiar voice rings out with a squawk of protest.]
What are you—get out of my room!
[And in the ensuing squabble, the video ends.]
[OOC: It's canon: Rosella's room is a beautiful disaster. And her documentary creators probably planned to strip out that audio in the final production, but alas, the rough cut made it to the Network. Colored italics are her camera crew and narrator; standard font is Rosella. ♥!]
[The video opens on a fairly messy bedroom—all right, perhaps "fairly messy" is an understatement, considering the floor is littered with stacks of odds and ends, books and papers, clothes piled here and there, with barely more than a narrow strip of empty floor space leading from the side of the bed to the door. It is, however, a charming bedroom despite the mess: the bed is a four-poster with a canopy and dotted with fluffy, comfortable-looking pillows; there's a nightstand near the head of the bed, on which rests a small lamp, a tattered and clearly much-loved book of fairy tales, and a pink cell phone with charms attached; dangling over the open closet door hangs a piece of rope several feet in length, and beneath it are propped a bow and quiver of arrows, a sword, and a pair of Rollerblades; on the desk sits another stack of books, a pretty jewelry box, and a candelabra filled with pink tapers. On the wall hangs a stately portrait in a gold frame, and this is the image that the camera eventually settles on as a rather unusual narration begins.]
Good, that's good, get a shot of the portrait. We can use that a hundred times with a voice-over. Okay, great, pan the room, make sure to get all the junk...
Jesus, I pity the guy who spends the night in this place.
Hey, grab me the list a sec, do we have any names of ones who might've tried?
Uh...hang on, you want just the known acquaintances or...?
Eh, give me whatever you've got right there.
Okay, uh, I've got Witwicky, Black, Blue, Gray, Hargreaves, Perry, Anderson, Chase, Thorn, Maxwell, X, Pevensie, Pevensie again, Felix, Winchester, and Colbie. That's the one who lives here now, Nigel Colbie.
Some of those aren't here anymore, though. Who've we got that's still around?
Uh...Hargreaves, Perry, Anderson, Chase, X, both Pevensies, Felix, Winchester, and Colbie.
All right, we'll try to catch one of them. Christ, how does she live like this?
[Then, abruptly, the camera jerks, and a familiar voice rings out with a squawk of protest.]
What are you—get out of my room!
[And in the ensuing squabble, the video ends.]
[OOC: It's canon: Rosella's room is a beautiful disaster. And her documentary creators probably planned to strip out that audio in the final production, but alas, the rough cut made it to the Network. Colored italics are her camera crew and narrator; standard font is Rosella. ♥!]
Tags:
- a bit tied up at present,
- a modern sort of princess,
- affected,
- augh seriously wtf,
- awkward to the max,
- bff =/= getting busy,
- curse: documentary day,
- daventry represent!,
- he doesn't look a thing like jesus,
- i love my friends,
- not that kind of girl kthx,
- oblivious rosella is oblivious,
- rosella is not amused,
- so farfetched it's gotta be true,
- the password is virgin,
- the perils of being rosella,
- what is this i don't even,
- your princess is in another castle
