primrosella | Entries tagged with night of the living dead

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...I suppose this should likely go without saying, but it seems there's a curse today, the second of two in a row, just as we've been having for the past few weeks now. The good news is, if the pattern holds out the way it has been, then that means we shouldn't have one tomorrow--and I'm sure we'll all be glad for the respite. But at least this is an easy curse, unlike--well, some of the others.

Tempting though it might be, I do think it'd be wise to avoid eating any unusual mushrooms today. It's hardly wise to eat unusual food in general, but mushrooms do tend to be rather the worst of the lot, as unusual things go, and they often lend themselves to all sorts of trouble. My father ate one once that ended up turning him very small for a period of time, and while it turned out to be fortunate at the time that he did try it, it's still a rather dangerous thing to eat a mushroom without knowing exactly what it does or whether or not it's poisonous.

Though it is worth admitting that we've had a nice mushroom around before, too, but there was only one of those--since it was a rather special sort of mushroom--and it went to a very good use besides.

And it's Christmas in a week! That's certainly exciting, isn't it? So I think I'll be spending my day thinking of holidays instead of curses; it's much more cheerful that way.

[OOC: Badger badger badger MUSHROOM MUSHROOM. No, Rosella is not eating any of your mushrooms today; she's had a rather unusual week and is taking time out to recover, instead. Mostly by shopping, since it's some important guy's birthday tomorrow. >>

Also, unicorn shenanigans are on the horizon! Swing by that post if you'd like to be, er, mauled? :D]

Current Mood: busy

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Thank you again to everyone that came to visit me while I was in the hospital! I really do appreciate it, and it made things much more cheerful, having friendly faces around to keep me company. I'm back home in the Warehouse now, and getting plenty of rest, and seeing to things as best I can in the meantime. Oh, and baking up a storm to keep myself busy ~~while I think things over~~, too, so if anyone would like a plate of cookies or a part of a pie or some quite chocolatey brownies, please do let me know and I'll be happy to share them. I'll make myself sick if I keep eating them all myself, I'm sure.

...It's just five days now, until I've been here two years. I remember Rue telling me last year that the first year of staying here always seems like the longest, and then every other year after it goes by faster and faster. I suppose that's true enough; it certainly doesn't seem like it's been two whole years away from home, now. It's strange, how so many things can change in a year. If I'd been told, on that day last year, of all the things that would happen to me in the twelve months to come...I don't know what I would've thought, honestly. And I imagine it'd be quite the same if someone were to tell me today about what all is in store for the next twelve months, as well.

~~It's August next month. August is always a bad month, just like October...~~

Mm, perhaps I'll have to go out and save someone from falling into the Fountain that day. It'd certainly be a better way of celebrating than to go throw myself into it, like I was thinking of doing last year!

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[OOC: Holy crimeny that turned out to be a lot of tl;dr. Thank goodness for LJ cuts! Long story short, Rosella's beginning to add up the pieces and come to her senses about how exactly her daring escape from the catacombs went, and she's not liking the implications of it at all. She'll also be staying well clear of the beach/mountain area because, well, she doesn't need any more battle trauma in her life at the moment, sob.]

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If yesterday was Thursday, then that means today is Friday. Friday the 23rd of July. ~~I fell in on Monday night, and Kazuki found me yesterday morning.~~ So it's getting to be the end of another week, and what an--er, eventful one it's been, too. Even though I've been so busy the past few days, I haven't been able to get on the Network hardly at all. Is everyone still all right? ~~What happened while I was gone?~~

I'm still here in the hospital, since I did get a bit scraped up over the past few days, and they said something about hitting my head again and wanting to keep an eye on it, so I suppose that's for the best. Plenty of rest and people checking in every so often and all that. I'm still not entirely sure what might've happened, either, since I remember getting some of these scrapes but not others, and I certainly don't remember most of the bruises.

~~I remember we thought we'd found an exit, and then the monsters jumped out at us, and Peter jumped right back at them...and I had my bow out and was trying to get in a shot...~~

Kazuki, thank you again so very much for finding me and bringing me back here. I'm not entirely sure how you managed to find me if I was inside a cave, but I'm certainly glad that you did and I'm hardly about to question good luck like that when it comes about. And I certainly intend to find a way to repay you for it once I'm up and about again, so if there's anything I can do in return, please do let me know and I'll be happy to do it.

~~Pevensie. That was it, Peter Pevensie.~~

Oh, and, er--to any friends of Peter Pevensie, may I ask if you've heard from him in the last day or two? I'd like very much to thank him, too, since I owe him a great deal as well. But I suppose he might be in rather the same predicament that I am, so if you see him and could let him know that I've been asking after him, please, I'd very much appreciate it.

[OOC: And so Rosella is officially back from underground, having been found yesterday by Nataku/Kazuki. HOSPITAL PEOPLE--I hope I'm not stepping on any toes by having her stay there for observation for a day or two; she's kind of banged up and she did black out after she and Peter got jumped by the zombies under the graveyard, so I figured someone would want to keep her around for at least a day to make sure there aren't any lasting ill effects.

Action is welcome for anyone wanting to come visit her, and Network for everyone else.]

Current Mood: pensive

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Well, it's Monday again, which means one more of those silly weekends of random curses has finally come to an end. And what a ridiculous one I had this weekend! It's one I've had before, of course--all the birds and animals and things turning out to flock around me--but at least this time they managed to make themselves useful, helping to clean up the Library. Normally they just swarm me every time I try to get my chores done, and make it absolutely impossible to do anything without a great flurry of feathers and a dozen furry friends underfoot. But they really did help a great deal at getting things straightened out, and I'm grateful for the assistance, even if all the singing did get a bit tedious after a while.

...I do hope it didn't disturb the monks from their work, come to think of it. We were making quite a bit of racket, what with all the twittering and chirping and chattering.

In any case, that's one more weekend done and over with, and a whole new week of possibilities ahead of us. And that's a good thing, I think. We could all certainly use a calm, quiet day.

And in two more weeks, I'll have been here for two years. I suppose it's true that the first year takes the longest, and all the others get quicker and quicker after that. Really, I can hardly believe the time has gone so fast!

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[OOC: Graaaaaaaaaves! So late tonight, Rosella and Cain are going to go out to the graveyard and bond over their mutual interest in digging up graves. Which will be all well and good, right up until the part where Rosella gets sucked down one and ends up in the middle of the Graveyard Plot! But hey, at least she's expecting a trap this time...? It's progress. Sob.]

Current Mood: determined

And so it seems that we are, indeed, in for trouble after all.

The sheep didn't disappear at midnight, which means this clearly isn't an average curse. If they had simply grown on their plants, matured, and gone away when the day ended, it would've made for an odd occurrence--and an ominous one at that, as the curses that don't seem to do anything always are--but not a particularly harmful one. But they haven't gone away. Quite the contrary, they seem to have taken to roaming the streets and even attacking people that cross their path, if the Network is any indication.

And yet, Spartacus doesn't seem to be acting any differently than usual. I've been keeping a very close eye on him since word started getting around, to be sure, but he seems reasonably gentle and content, just as he has been since we adopted him. I do hope that's a good sign. ~~I don't want to think about what we'll have to do if it's not--~~

Penny, you haven't been having any trouble with your flock, have you? I'm afraid that with things being the way they are, it would likely be for the best if we all stayed in tonight, so it seems we'll have to postpone our celebration for another day. But of course, you're always welcome at the Warehouse, if you'd prefer to come and stay with us for the duration? Since I do have a bad feeling that the duration might be a lengthy one. We still don't know how or why any of this is going on, after all, and it's clear that this isn't a usual sort of curse.

~~And it was this time last year that Adrastus and his mother turned up. Like due is due, is it? And rivers run. But how does it all fit together?~~

Sheep growing on plants, sheep going mad...and now my concerns from a few days ago don't seem quite so unfounded, after all. Is this the bad thing we've been waiting for all this time? There were lambs then, and there are sheep now, and we're all in just as great of a mess now as we were when all those plagues were coming to pass. It's a bit unsettling how barricading up the Warehouse has become such a familiar routine by now. I hardly even have to think about it anymore.

I really do think it would be best if everyone were to stay inside as much as possible, and if you really must go out, then please do take proper...precautions. I know I'm certainly going to.

[OOC: Someone senses a conspiracy! Or, at least, is warily anticipating the coming sheepocalypse. She's lived through enough of these occurrences to know the warning signs by now, after all. And yes, there is indeed a sheep in the house with her at the moment (under heavy watch, of course). Fortunately, it's one of the harmless ones from the Plague Plot, so she'll be okay in that respect. But hey, she doesn't know that.]

Current Mood: determined

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In Daventry, there are people, and there are monsters, and it's really rather easy to tell the difference between one or the other, since people are people and monsters...well, it's hard to mistake a monster for anything but a monster, really. I've had more than a few monsters try to eat me in my life--a dragon, a troll, an ogre, some hags--but I always knew they were monsters, and there was never a doubt in my mind that they might try exactly that. Monsters don't tend to be very subtle when it comes to wanting to eat you, really. Ogres, in particular, are remarkably blunt about that sort of thing. And the hags I encountered even took the time to ask if I'd like to join them for dinner--though the stewpot they had boiling in the middle of their cave didn't leave many illusions about what exactly they'd meant by that.

People aren't monsters. I've always known that. But it wasn't until I came here that I started to realize that monsters aren't always monsters, either. I've known a few very polite vampires in my time here, for example. And I've met a few witches, as well, and they're not at all like the witches I've known back home. I once knew a witch so incapable of love that when someone tried to induce it in her, it killed her instead. The ones I've met here aren't like that at all.

What makes a monster? Perhaps it's being so incapable of love that the thought of remorse never even occurs to them. That dragon wouldn't have thought twice about eating me, and neither would the troll or the ogre. The hags certainly didn't. They were ready to eat me as soon as I wandered into their cave, without a single care for anything else.

The curse yesterday tried to turn people into monsters. But today, I think, is the real test of whether or not it succeeded; the worst curses are always the hardest to forgive, and yet they're the ones that need forgiveness the most. And a monster cares nothing for remorse or forgiveness.

Is this enough to stop calling this a mild October, I wonder? There's still fifteen more days to go, after all.

Todd, let's go riding today, if you have the time for it. Let's see if we can't run the fastest race of all time ~~and outrun all this, if we ride fast enough~~.

Current Mood: pensive

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Zombies, this time. First dragons, then witches, and now trolls and zombies and mummies. Much more of this and I'm going to run out of things to have nightmares about...

I wonder what might happen to Sleeping Beauty, under a curse like this. Would she be trapped in her nightmares for a hundred years, until the prince came to break the spell that held her captive in her dreams? Or would the magic that kept her asleep take precedence over the curse, and let her spend her hundred years peaceful and dreamless? I wonder.

I hate zombies...

Do you suppose the nightmares mean anything? Or are they just...something to be afraid of?

I wonder if this curse will last until everyone sees their worst nightmare. Wouldn't that be awful...? I don't know if I could pick just one, really. There are too many things to have nightmares about. Dragons and witches and...nn, but I said that already, didn't I.

It's a lucky thing, isn't it, that Pandora managed to close her box in time? So we can still have hope. I'm glad she managed it, too, or it might've gotten away, and what would we all do then?

They're only dreams. Only dreams...

Mm.

[OOC: Aaaaand here's Day Two! And Rosella is tired enough that she's not making much sense at all; she's just lying around, hovering on the verge of sleep and resorting to talking to herself to keep herself awake. All responses assumed to be voice, since she's not in the mood to write.]

Current Mood: exhausted

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…I’m here.

…No, I’m fine. Had a few close calls, but I’m not hurt. The locals here don’t seem to be particularly…friendly.

…I had no choice. But there’s something weird going on over here—the people are…afraid. Half won’t talk to me, and the others—

…Bingo. But from the ones who do talk, a name keeps coming up over and over again. Lolotte. Any idea what it means?

…Religious cult organization? Great. And I’ll just bet they’re the ones behind the president’s poisoning, too?

…And there’s no point in an antidote if you don’t have a poison to go with it.

…The mountains. I saw a path leading up while I was searching the countryside; maybe there’s something up there. I’ll go up and check it out.

…I will. Rosella out.

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[TL;DR: Genre switch, voice or action posts welcome, aaaaaand I'm probably going to fail at this, but I wanted to give it a try, so bear with me? =D]

ETA: Aaaaand back!

Current Mood: determined

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With so many new people arriving here, I think the message bears repeating: it's not safe to be outside after nightfall, especially not if you're alone, so if you are stranded or in need of a place to stay, please come to the Warehouse--it's safe here, and you'll be protected from the zombies. Ask for Rosella or Sam, and we'll be glad to help you in any way we can.

Mm. Much as I dislike the thought of violence, it's just not safe to walk around defenseless anymore, daylight or not. And since my amulet doesn't seem to ward off the zombies the way my scarab did...well. It wouldn't do to get out of practice with my bow, anyway.

Is everyone still all right? Please let me know.

At least the snowfall is pretty, though. I hope it lasts until all this is over...whenever that may be. It'd be nice to go for a simple winter walk without having to worry about being attacked at every turn.

Current Mood: determined

Zombies...why did it have to be zombies ~~again~~?

I remember them from that night in Tamir. The wind whipping at my face, every sound seeming louder in the darkness. They were cold, rotting, lurching things--I remember the feeling of their fingers around my ankles as I tried to walk, how they reached for me and clutched at my legs as they pulled themselves out of their graves. I remember how they swarmed around me, surrounding me so I couldn't get away. I remember the smell, overturned soil and decaying flesh...

Of all the hideous things I saw in Tamir, the one that never fails to give me nightmares...is the memory of walking through that graveyard.

And now, the whole City looks that way.

That's how it goes, isn't it? Harmless in the day, but deadly at night.

~~I wish I had my scarab back.~~

EDIT: [Flagged to All Friends]

Are all of you safe and unharmed? If you're in need of a safe place to stay, please come to the Warehouse--we'll be protected from them in here.

[OOC: Basically, if you've talked to her more than once or had any sort of civil interaction with her, you're probably a friend. And if you're not sure, just ask. ♥]