Princess Rosella of Daventry

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I, er...yes, hello again, everyone, it's so very nice to see you again! My, it's that time of the year again, isn't it? This must be our visit for the winter season, since the last one we had was, er, in the fall. It's, um, been quite some time since then, hasn't it?

...Yes, well, um. Yes. Er...

...Oh, honestly, this is ridiculous, I've never had such trouble with the visitors before--er, mostly, anyway, since there was that one time when--well, but that's beside the point. Um. It's just that there's someone here and I think he's been following me and I can't for the life of me puzzle out why, since every time I turn around he just up and disappears again! Honestly, I've never seen anything like it; normally the people who come to call are so eager to say hello. They don't usually sneak around in the shadows and turn up in nothing but glimpses wherever I go.

But, er, in any case, I am eager to say hello to people, and so please do stop by if you have a moment, since I'd like very much to visit with you if you have the time. And, er, I suppose if the person following me--or even if you aren't following me, but simply happening to turn up wherever I go on coincidence--can see this, too, then please do come out and say hello, yourself? I can't imagine why you wouldn't...

I'll be looking forward to it, very much so!


[OOC: As per usual, she's canonically from just after the end of Perils of Rosella, and with some very disjointed and vague knowledge of Absence Makes the Heart Go Yonder. Not that that really means anything to anyone, but. If something comes up that I don't want her to know, I'll just have her forget it, so have a party--anything goes! HIT HER WITH EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT. Troll, threadjack, have a ball!

And of course, I am totally okay with backdating. ♥]


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This Year's Resolutions
1. I resolve to keep doing my best to be happy, no matter what new tricks the City may play.
2. I resolve to find more ways to spend money helping people, since I'm sure there are plenty of better uses for it than just sitting around with me.
3. I resolve to puzzle out how in the world that one bakery manages to get little pies inside their cakes, and make them myself when I do.
4. I resolve to throw a party that Mother would be proud of. Even if it's not quite as elaborate as one of Mr. Stark's.
5. I resolve to give my blood to the hospital again, to help someone who needs it.
6. I resolve to visit Ellington at least once a week so he doesn't get lonely.
7. I resolve to stop threatening to feed certain people to Ellington when those certain people are behaving particularly insufferably, because if I keep doing it he might take me seriously again, and that would be a terrible mess. Er, again.
8. I resolve to listen to more of Sam's music. Even the ones that don't sound like music.
9. I resolve to learn a new skill, whatever it may be.
10. I resolve to stop wondering when it'll at last be my turn to go home, and simply make the best of things here for as long as it lasts.

There, that's a fine list, isn't it? Quite a few people were making them the other day, I know, so I suppose I'm a bit behind in that respect, but I did still get them all set out before the start of the New Year, which is really the most important part of it all, I think.

And to think, another year gone already! My goodness, it seems like only yesterday that we were starting this year fresh and new, and here it is coming to an end before our eyes. A dear friend of mine once told me that it's the first year here that seems to take the longest, and then all the other ones after that go faster and faster all the time. I think she must have been right, because it certainly feels as though this one went by fast. Even with all the things that happened in it.

It's strange, really. When I first started keeping this journal of mine, it was because I'd just embarked on this new adventure here in the City, and I thought I'd better write down an account of all the things I saw and did, so that when I went home again I could tell it all to our court chronicler and my family. That's what's meant to be done after adventures, in my family; we get back and we all hug each other and then we sit right down and tell the whole tale so everyone can hear it, and so Gerwain can put it in the chronicle for everyone else to read later, too. But my goodness, after almost three and a half years here, I'm certainly going to have quite a bit to retell, aren't I? And that's not even counting my adventure in Tamir, the one I had before this one that I never did get to sit down and tell everyone about. Goodness, to think that that was three and a half years ago, too, now...

Things just keep going on and on, don't they? And they always get better. I've lost count of how many times I've said that by now, after Sam first told it to me all those years ago. But I think he was right, and it's a good thing to remember at the beginning of a new year, too.

[Accidental Voice Post | Open Action]

[There are footsteps, the light crunching of snow, the rustle of a long woolen cloak--and the huffing of one incredibly exasperated princess as she makes the long and perilous trek from the massive complex that was formerly the residence of the four Pevensies (and now is home to only one, plus guest) into the City proper and across the way, aiming for the Warehouse with a very specific purpose in mind.]

Oh, drat it all, I knew I ought to have packed that helmet when I had the chance--

[But alas, it is indeed a very long way to the Warehouse, and with that much ground to cover, it's only a matter of time before someone stops her, isn't it?]


[OOC: Let's have some mistletoe madness~ Action is open to everyone (though people she knows to be evil, I can't promise she won't make a speedy getaway before you can get close to her, sorry) and you're welcome to encounter her pretty much anywhere in the City! Also, it's exam season and I've got one tomorrow at 8:30 AM, so my tags may be slow and sporadic for a bit, but I will backdate like the wind. Bear with me!]

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I, er...that is, this may sound like a terribly odd question, but the Network does seem to be rather full of strange feelings and experiences today, so perhaps it's not so odd after all. But it's something that's been bothering me all day, and if anyone could help me find an answer to it, I'd really very much appreciate it--

What in the world is Turkish Delight? And, er, would anyone happen to know where I could get some? I know it sounds terribly silly, but I was promised some in a dream, and I never did get to have any before I woke up, so...

Well, er. I suppose I'd just like to have a taste of it, that's all. Whatever it may be.


[OOC: And today Rosella has wandbreaker memory of...selling out his family for Turkish Delight. OH BOY. The dangers of having a sweet tooth!]

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It's really an awful thing, that feeling of knowing something, and knowing one knows it, but finding that one simply...can't recall it. As though it's on the tip of your tongue and if you could just...

I still have that feeling about Valentine's Day, a few years back. Moreso than just today, that is, because I think today there might be a curse about it, since quite a few people on the Network seem to be rather forgetful and one thing I haven't forgotten is my promise to be better about checking up on things like that before I go off and do something silly on my own. I did remember to check it this morning, and I've been writing myself notes all day to help with my memory because of it. The last thing I'd want is to forget that I've something in the oven and let it burn by mistake, or to lose track of time in the stacks at the Library again and read the whole day away in there.

But that's not what I've forgotten, I don't think. Is it strange, to know you've forgotten something without being able to recall what that something is? It's much easier when one simply forgets one's forgotten it in the first place, because then it doesn't nag so horribly.

Something happened near Valentine's Day a few years back, and I know it must've been something precious because I traded it away for something precious in return. Sometimes I wish I hadn't, when it leads to feeling like this--knowing there ought to be something there, but never quite being able to piece out what it is...and worse, knowing it must've been something wonderful but surrendering it forever. If it is a curse out, then I think we'll get back whatever we've lost today when the clock finally strikes midnight. I'm afraid the same might not be true of whatever it is I lost then; I may never have that one back again.

But knowing we'll get them back doesn't make it any less frustrating that I just can't seem to...

...There was a boy and I think he...his favorite were chocolate-chip cookies and he once had me chop onions because he had to make me cry, and my horse climbed the stairs on the eve of Christmas and I didn't believe him when he woke me up about it, and he was fond of my mother and he had a car that didn't like me at first and he was once turned to stone and not even a kiss could change him back. And I think he...

...It's just, I don't know what to think, because I can't seem to remember who he is.


[OOC: For those playing along at home, she's forgotten her best friend, Sam Witwicky. Which she will, y'know, not be very pleased about when the curse eventually wears off. Someone fill her in, please?]

[Accidental Voice Post]

--eally isn't proper behavior at all!

[The post, clearly accidental, begins with a feminine voice and a rustle of fabric, accompanied moments later by the sound of wind and water lapping lightly at a shore.]

I know you were only trying to help, and I'm terribly grateful for that, but really, I wasn't in trouble! And, er, 'rescuing' me really only made for more of it, so that wasn't the best of things, either.

[Careful listeners may detect a faint splash, and a very soft, burbling croon.]

Yes, I know. And you are a good boy, and I promise to scream and thrash and make a great fuss if I ever am in trouble, and then I'd be more than happy for the assistance, believe me. It's just that last night wasn't one of them.

[More water, another breath of wind. After a pause, the voice speaks again, and this time it's softer, fonder, with a touch of amusement beneath it.]

...I'm sure it's what Blue would've wanted you to do, though. So I suppose I can't be too upset with you for that.

[Another splash.]

That's right, it's been just us for a whole year now, hasn't it?

[There is one last pause, and then a few faint strains of eerie warbling float past the microphone, almost too quiet to be heard.]

I know. I miss him, too.

[And shortly thereafter, the audio ends.]


[OOC: Ahahaha, okay, so in an effort to fulfill one of my long-term Poly dreams, Cain and Rosella celebrated an anniversary down by the lake last night...which happened to involve some smooching...which in turn happened to cause the friendly baby Cthulhu lake monster, Ellington, to, er, attempt to drown Cain in the lake. SHENANIGANS, HO! More of the story will be coming out via Rosella and Cain in the comments, but that's...pretty much the gist of it. Happy anniversary of your first kiss, Rosella. >>]

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[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. ♥]

I've heard it mentioned, you know, that today is Father's Day, along with being the second day of all the visitors stopping by to pay a call.

It does all line up rather neatly that way, doesn't it? We spent a whole week popping around to other worlds and acting like visitors ourselves, and now we're back here where we started and it's our turn to play the hosts instead. Though I imagine that even our poorest reception is still better than some of the other ones extended in the past few days.

I think everyone always wants to see the people they know and miss on days like this, and I'm certainly no exception. But at the same time...well, if they don't come, then I hope that's a sign that they're happy where they are, and free, and doing well. I think I could take that as ample consolation.

...But Daddy, if you're here, this is your day! It's meant just for you. And there's nothing I'd like more than to spend it with you.


[Canonically, she's from just after the end of Perils of Rosella, and with some very disjointed and vague knowledge of Absence Makes the Heart Go Yonder. If something comes up that I don't want her to know, I'll just have her forget it, so have a party--anything goes! HIT HER WITH EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT. Troll, threadjack, have a ball!

And of course, I am totally okay with backdating. ♥]

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I suppose there really isn't a great deal to be said about the past few curses we've had lately, other than to acknowledge that they were just as ridiculous as they always are, and to be thankful that it all seems to have blown over now. I hope everyone can be as understanding as possible in the aftermath--after all, the hardest curses to forgive really are the ones that need it most. I'm doing my best to be as understanding as I can be, too.

Oh, which reminds me--Sparrow, I'm not certain if it really was a fair trade, a yam and some other things in exchange for your movie, so if you'd like it back, I'll be happy to return it to you. But if it's all the same to you, I'd really rather like to keep it, if I may. I think I'm going to make a day of watching movies tomorrow, and this one looks wonderfully fun.

And, er, I know this is a rather odd question to ask, but it's been on my mind lately, so I thought I'd...well. It couldn't hurt to ask, I suppose, if anyone is willing to indulge me a little. There's...no real reason for my asking, other than that it's just something I'd like to hear:

What is your best friend like, City?


[OOC: So tomorrow marks the anniversary of Sam Witwicky's departure, and therefore one year Rosella's spent without her best friend in the City. Hence the curiosity. Also, my dreams have come true and she's acquired a VHS of Mary Poppins, which she'll be viewing tomorrow along with Sam's old copy of Transformers in memory. Good stuff! Bodice-ripper? What bodice ripper. DENIAL IS NOT JUST A RIVER IN EGYPT. What shenanigans will ensue from this? Only time will tell!]

[Accidental Voice Post]

[The audio clicks on with a snap, presumably from the device impacting against the ground—]

—u don't! Sparkling Fairytale Transform!

[—and is promptly heralded with a determined, feminine shout, accompanied by the sound of snarling and growling. An eerie, vaguely whining noise fills the air for a brief moment, then fades away into the more pleasant sound of bells and what appears to be...theme music?

(Really, it's a shame this isn't video, or the Network would almost certainly be treated to a highly entertaining transformation sequence.)

However, after about thirty seconds, the music gradually fades away, and the growling abruptly becomes audible again.]

Your reign of barnyard terror has gone on long enough! Now I'm putting you out to pasture! Dazzling Cupid Rapture Dart!

[There is another whine of magic, another jingling of bells, and then a vague roar and explosion as the barnyard terror winks out of existence.]

And that's the word straight from the horse's mouth.

[Now the microphone picks up the sound of footsteps swishing through the grass, gradually growing fainter as they gain distance from the microphone...and shortly thereafter, the audio ends.]


[OOC: City, say hello to PRETTY ADVENTURER MAGIC PRINCESS ROSELLA. ( Extended OOC Notes )

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