Rose: Regret being a Junior Crazy Cat Lady

[fluthlu]

[Shortly before 2:00 PM on Friday afternoon is a very bad time to be an innocent captive of Paradisa, perusing the journal after lunch - or in the middle of the night, for the more nocturnal residents. A very bad time indeed, because quite a ways away from the castle, on a small nightstand next to Rose's small outpost bed, a cat named Constance is doing one of the things that cats do best:

Vomiting on an inappropriate surface. Namely, a page of the open journal.]

Blrckkk.

... Oh, really now, Constance. That was hardly polite. [Her voice grows louder as she moves across the room towards the journal.] Deepest apologies, truly. My cat seems to have a frightening proficiency for consuming inedible matter - an equally proficient aim, as well, depending on how one looks at things.

... While I've gotten your attention, however crudely, does anyone have sufficient experience in troubleshooting a sewing machine, in a manner of speaking?

Comments

[cyan_maid]

Well, there is something to be said about having a supernatural, possibly feral cat roam free in the suburbs of Washington, particularly in your backyard. The things we have found at our back door, Rose!

[fluthlu]

[That actually gets a laugh out of her.]

I can only imagine, though I dread to.

[cyan_maid]

[That's good! If anything, a bit of laughter is the best thing one can get out of mild misfortune.]

That dread would definitely be in your best interest.

[fluthlu]

The suburbs of Washington, then? You live in the same place as John. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, but it's a bit bizarre to imagine.

[cyan_maid]

Do I, now? Another odd coincidence.

[fluthlu]

Might I make an assumption that you live in a small, white house in Maple Valley?

[cyan_maid]

I certainly did, before the game! Don't tell me, that's what John's house is like, too?

[fluthlu]

To the last detail. I haven't seen it for myself, seeing as how I live approximately nine states away, but I've certainly long since memorized his mailing address.

[cyan_maid]

And what might that be, exactly?

[fluthlu]

21605 Fir Drive, Maple Valley, Washington. Zip code 93038.

[cyan_maid]

You know, if I didn't know that different Earths were a thing, I'd be very concerned. That's my address, too.

[fluthlu]

[She chuckles at that.]

I can promise with at least ninety-four percent certainty that I have not been stalking you, Jane. At least not in my conscious hours.

[cyan_maid]

Hoo hoo! I don't think that at all, Rose! It's just a very, very strange coincidence.

[fluthlu]

I suppose so, unless it's any use to try to convince you once more of a familial connection.

[She isn't. In fact, she doesn't much feel like thinking or talking about John. She's having a good day.]

It sounds like a pleasant place to live. Prior to the game I lived in a bit of a remote location. Far less friendly than suburban Washington.

[cyan_maid]

I will admit, there might be some day where the coincidences prove to be insurmountable, but it's not this day. Sorry, Rose. [She is defintiely smiling sheepishly right now, even if you can't see it.]

Oh, yes, it was very nice! But how remote was your house, exactly? And what was it like to live there?

[fluthlu]

I lived in the Adirondack Mountains, in upstate New York. Nearly an hour from the nearest fast food, if that gives you any idea of its remote location. It was peaceful, I would certainly say. I have never been one to crave the presence of strangers.

[cyan_maid]

My goodness! It certainly sounds delightful to me. I think I might get a bit lonely after a time, though, if I lived there.

[fluthlu]

I suppose so, just a bit. As soon as I became friends with John, Jade, and Dave, however, I had very little need for any others. I'm sure you can relate.

[cyan_maid]

Hoo, I can indeed.