Princess Rosella of Daventry

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To-Do This Week
--Baking

o) Pies (all the good kinds)
o) Christmas cookies
o) Other cookies so I don't eat all the Christmas cookies
o) Gingerbread houses!

--Shopping (Food)

o) Christmas dinner things
o) Extra flour
o) Candy for decorating gingerbread houses
o) Dinner things for Miss Saya's friends at the Warehouse

--Shopping (Presents)

o) Christmas presents
o) Birthday presents
o) New bells for Valor's harness

--Other Things

o) Make Edmund get up and about
o) Christmas tree!
o) Dust the Warehouse
o) Visit Ellington (with a present?) What does one get a lake monster, anyway?
o) NO UNICORNS
o) Do all this regardless of curses
o) And without sounding like Mother any more than I have already

Well, I suppose that might be a lofty set of goals, but there's only six more days until Christmas and it's certainly not going to manage itself! So there's nothing to do but get right to it, after all. And of course, there's no better way to let alone a silly weekend than by keeping busy, either.


[OOC: So, people staying in the Warehouse courtesy of Saya: hi, there! Meet Rosella. She's been a little spotty around the place lately for unrelated reasons (which is also my handy excuse for why she may not have met your characters in person), but she's been popping in to cook and clean every so often, so feel free to have noticed her, recognize her as Saya's sweet blonde princessy roommate, observe that she is the reason why the refrigerator never seems to go empty, etc. ♥]

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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. ♥]

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[It's far more pleasant to spend time in the garden at Versailles; the palace itself is cramped and stifling, and such enclosed spaces have never sat well with Rosella, who much prefers open spaces and clear air. So at the moment she can be found lingering near the marvel that is the fountains, admiring the sculptures and the scenes they depict, and carefully calculating her plans for the evening.

Any passerby who stop for a word and a moment of her time will be received with her most charming smile and her full attentions; she's not about to waste any opportunity to gain advantage that may arise, no matter how slight, and the more she impresses, the better.]


[OOC: See HERE for the details! TL;DR, Rosella de Brus, Princesse Royale of Daventry, is large and in charge in your Versailles! Muns of her entourage, I hope the names and titles I've randomly bestowed here are cool with you; if there's a problem with any of it, let me know and I'll fix it right away! Let's have some shenanigans. o/]

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[The audio begins with the whisper of wind, the occasional chirp of crickets, and the lapping of waves at the shore, broken only by the soft rustle of footsteps through the grass.]

It's a lovely evening out, isn't it, Ellington? [A soft chuckle.] No, of course I couldn't forget to come see you, too. It wouldn't be the same without you!

[A pause; the wind picks up slightly, echoed in the leaves of the nearby trees.]

One more year, now. Do you suppose we can manage it somehow?

[It's clear from the silence that follows that the speaker isn't really expecting an answer, anyway, but it turns out she gets one--a faint, eerie sort of crooning that begins to drift over the water, wafting the strains of a song that careful listeners might be able to identify as...Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, strangely enough.

It's another long moment before the speaker's voice is heard again, and when she does, the emotion in her tone is unmistakable.]

You're a good boy.

[And as the peculiar serenade continues, the audio ends.]


[OOC: Because there's nothing like a baby Cthulhu serenade to round out a birthday! How did Rosella get to be twenty already I cannot even. Her party log is here and backdating friendly for easy reference; this post doesn't take place until afterward, later in the evening.]

It's interesting, really; we've been having weekends like this past one for more than a year and a half now, and even though they're always quite ridiculous and often full of the same sorts of curses, no two weekends are ever just alike. I've been a bird quite a few times now--which is rather a shame, since I was thinking very hard about dressing up as one for Halloween, but the idea seems a bit less appealing now that I've just spent the whole weekend as one--and I've been a child, too, and I've felt compelled to write my name all over things, and I've acted...well, quite unlike myself at times, as well. And sometimes my friends turn into animals themselves, and other times their souls come out for a visit, and other times still it's memories on the Network or red letters on their clothes or something else equally silly and uncomfortable. But they're never just the same as the last, no matter how many times we have them.

This was the first time I'd been turned into a bird with a cat in the house, actually. Which isn't to say that I haven't done my share of staying away from cats when I've been turned into a bird, but usually I can manage to reason with the cat in question when it comes up, and Snowdrop didn't seem particularly interested in listening to reason at the time, anyway. So it's lucky that she didn't manage to get me, though I am rather pleased that she saw fit to come into my room at all, since it wasn't so long ago that she wouldn't even dare to set foot inside the door.

But in any case, it was no harm done and it's all over now, so that's that.

Let's see, then. Today is the eighteenth of October, which means two weeks from today is November first--so it's only two more weeks until October is over with for another year. It really does seem to be going fast, doesn't it? Or at least, faster than it did last year. And a bit milder than it was last year, too, which could mean one of two things--either this month is going to be milder all around than we've been expecting, or the past few weeks have been the calm before the storm, and the next two are going to be terribly troublesome. But there's really no way of knowing until they come, of course, so the most we can do is to hope for the best and plan for the worst, and simply ride out the next two weeks however they may turn out.

Oh, but speaking of which, that reminds me. A few months ago, when the deities had us all writing essays about one word or another, they rewarded those efforts with a sort of coin or token that was said to have the power to undo a curse. I know it's been a while since then, and we've had some rather awful curses in that time, so I was curious to know--has anyone used one of those tokens before? And if so, what ended up coming of it? Did it really manage to undo a curse that had already struck?

That's the sort of thing that might turn out to be quite useful to know, after all, and especially so considering the tricks this month often likes to play on us.

Mm. Two more weeks of October. I suppose that also means it's just about the time to start expecting Peg-Fist Jack and his ghostly crew, isn't it? Goodness, that legend has been around a long time now--pirates and lost treasure and a ship full of ghosts said to appear around Halloween, looking to claim it again. It's just the sort of spooky thing that goes with this time of year, isn't it? And at least ghosts, I should think, would be much more harmless than most of the things we tend to run into when this month comes around.


[OOC: Sob, nostalgia. So two years ago, Rosella and a friend invented a Halloween legend about a ghost pirate named Peg-Fist Jack, his first mate Leonard the Barnacle, and his ghost ship, the Wandering Hangman; it's evolved into a sort of running joke for her by now, so bringing him up this time of year is tradition. Longtime residents, feel free to note the fact that she does this every year. After all, it's all in good fun. :D]

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TO-DO LIST:
--Write home
--Finish unpacking

o Dust shelves
o Sort clothes
o AUGH I HATE UNPACKING Everything else

--Start AP English assignment from Mr. Pevensie
--Buy any last materials for Figure Drawing
--Match notebooks to textbooks

o Color-coded, of course

--Eat NO MORE THAN ONE QUARTER HALF of the leftover chocolate cake
--Call Ed
--Treat myself to a new pair of shoes
--Go walk around the club fair
--Pick a club to join

o Debate team?
o Music?
o Fencing? (As though Grandmother would approve of that.)
o "DPS", whatever that is?

Ugh, we're not back three days and already I'm behind. Though I suppose the club fair ought to be next on my list, really, since I'm sick to death of unpacking and I'm certainly not going to get any homework done when there's so much interesting commotion outside. Coffee and a walk sounds heavenly right about now. Besides, then if I take the long way home, I can knock another item off the list--getting those shoes I want.

Oh, which reminds me--does anyone actually know if Ohtori has an equestrian team? You'd think this is something I would've figured out by my senior year, but all I ever get are ambiguous shrugs and noncommittal murmurs when I ask about it. Which is really too bad, because it sounds like fun.

Right, then. Coffee and club fair now. I really need to get outside.


[So here we have an AU!Rosella, carrying on much where she left off after last year's High School AU curse. Feel free to hit me up over here to read a summary of her backstory or if you want to prearrange anything with her, and feel free to pretend she knows you from class/around school if you go to Ohtori! ♥]

Well, all this business has made for quite a spectacle on the Network today, hasn't it?

I'm not entirely certain I approve of the idea of people selling themselves--or each other, my goodness--to the highest bidder, but I must admit, it's not the first time I've heard of such a thing. I recall Blair doing much of the same thing last year for a charity event, and so despite the silliness of the...er, donation process, I suppose one might call it, all the money still went to a good cause. I do hope that's what it's all going toward today. Or, at least, that it's due to something more than just simple greed.

And I haven't seen myself featured in any such proclamations today, so that's something to be thankful for, at least. Or rather, I haven't seen myself featured in any of them so far. I do hope it stays that way; I really do think it's all a bit ridiculous, and I shouldn't like to give anyone the wrong impression because of all this silliness.

I will, however, point out that for anyone looking for a nice place to go to spend time with a friend--however that time might have, er, been acquired--the Turnabout Cafe and the Blue Light are both very fine and respectable establishments, and I'd recommend them both to anyone.

My, the City has just been full of commotion recently, hasn't it? All the bidding on the Network today, and yesterday night there was all that--whatever that was in the middle of the night, when the lights went out and all the noise started. I wonder if the City chose to repair itself from that, or if it's still all a mess? Regardless, I do hope that we'll manage to find out what happened and get things all resolved soon.

And Neil, thank you for the lovely walk yesterday. It was nice to see you in such a good mood, and I had a marvelous time. And I haven't forgotten about that story for you; with any luck, I'll have it ready soon.


[OOC: Sneaky princess is on ur Network, watchin' ur biddings! And she's not particularly interested in buying anyone for her own sake, but she's certainly not against dropping into bidding wars for her friends and ratcheting them up a little so they get a more worthy price, or buying someone to save them from a bidder they don't want. Bwahahaha. She's also not up for bid herself, but feel free to make offers anyway, if you want to see her sputter a little.]

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.]

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You know, I'm really quite aghast at the way everyone is carrying on today. Honestly, going around telling people you "ship" them with someone else, pairing them up into all sorts of different matches and whatnot? It's absolutely ridiculous!

Everyone knows that a pairing isn't a real pairing unless it has a name.

Really, it makes things so much simpler! Why go to all the trouble of saying you ship Blue and his trumpet together when it's so much more convenient to just call yourself a "Swingshipper"? Then everyone knows what you're talking about, and it saves so much time, too. Not to mention it's much easier to declare war on a rival shipper when they have a proper name for themselves. Really, let's at least try to maintain some semblance of order today, hmm?

Perhaps what we ought to do is contrive some sort of master list that everyone can contribute to. That'd be a perfect way to keep everything straight, and then we'd all have a single resource to refer to. It'd make an excellent addition to the Library, too, I think! Yes, I think that sounds like a fine way to spend the day, so that's what I'll do.

Oh, and I don't want to hear another word out of you Threadshippers today, either. I don't know whatever could've given you the idea that it's a viable ship, but there's absolutely no foundation for it, no matter how often you make claims of "UST" and "Foe Yay" and whatnot. So please do leave it alone, won't you?


[OOC: Ahahaha, I couldn't resist. If there is one thing that fandom has taught me, it is that ridiculous ship names are mandatory to the success of any pairing. Feel free to contribute your own, too--she's serious about that master list idea. Yay awkward!]

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Ugh, fashions and lessons and entertainments are all well and good, but what's the fun of coming to a City like this if I never manage to get out and see any of it? Cousin Lotte would have me stay where she can keep an eye on me, I think, or at least where Edgar can do it for her, when she can't manage it herself. And they've shown me all manner of pretty things, it's true--all the right things for a pretty girl, albeit one just a bit out of fashion, visiting from so far away. But only ever in their own time and their own way, and according to their own designs.

I think she must not like me very much, Cousin Lotte. Or at least, she only likes my presence for the novelty of having a foreign relation staying in her household, which makes for one more thing to chat about with her ladies.

But I'm not here for Cousin Lotte's guidance, either. I came because wanted to get away from home and see all the wonders of the city for a change, and here I am. I should be happy enough with that, shouldn't I? The bits and snippets I've managed to glimpse through the carriage windows are better than nothing at all, and yet...no, it's not enough. It's not, because I want to hear the music, to see the lights, to meet the people and hear their stories and talk with them for hours about anything at all--or even nothing at all, just the same. I want to be here because here is an adventure, and it's anything other than home.

Now if only I could convince Cousin Lotte to let me out to see it.

I'd sneak away, if I thought I could manage it, but the chance is too great that I might get lost or get caught. My French is still awful and other than parading me around in front of a whirlwind of matrons, Cousin Lotte seems content to keep me chained to Edgar, so I haven't much practice with knowing where I'm going, or how to find my way home again if I go. And he won't take me to the places I want to go. He'll only do as Cousin Lotte tells him to. And besides, if I'm to get myself in trouble, I'd rather not be responsible for getting him into it as well.

What I need is a plan. Or a confidant. And at the moment, I have a rather unfortunate lack of both. So until I come up with one or the other, I suppose my adventure will just have to wait.


[OOC: So Rosella is cursed to be a young lady of the nobility, visiting a distant relative here in the City in the hopes of Getting Culture and Having Adventures. Unfortunately, her relative's idea of culture and adventures aren't quite what she had in mind. So what's an enterprising young lady do to? Why, take matters into her own hands, of course.

Dibs on busting her out goes to Ferris (la_vie_rapide), so her replies will either come before she's made her escape or after she's out in the City. Feel free to action her up if you want to run into her somewhere; she'll be hitting the town in general tonight. =D]