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?

[written]

[socovert]

[The handwriting is scribbled quickly on the page, typical of someone who is used to being a grad student taking quick notes in lecture or a spy taking quick notes on a mission briefing or for a report. The question she asks is typical of someone used to juggling a lot on her life.]

I still have a few questions about this place, but while we're all here, there are places of employment, right? This isn't me accepting my fate here yet, so no confusion there, but I'm a lot better at doing something while looking for or waiting for answers than I am at doing nothing while looking for or waiting for answers.

Well, not that I've yet found the best place to start looking for answers, but I'm working on that. It's a ... careful process.

♈ Aradia: Take inventory. [dictated]

[psych0p0mps]

So is everybody who died in that spaceship debacle back alive and accounted for? Except for Vriska and Nepeta, I mean, since either they are taking their sweet time about it or they're dead for real... Did anybody take inventory of the bodies or anything? I'm not even sure how many people died.

Also, I'd been meaning to ask about this for a while, but does anybody have experience hooking up and/or maintaining advanced power systems? The outpost has been running on this awful backup generator for a while, so I'd like to get the main one hooked back up again.

(no subject)

[comsubin]

[ Colonnello is standing outside the castle looking like he probably hasn't slept in an actual bed in some time. Probably kind of dirt smudged. Definitely doesn't smell like a rose right now. He's adjusting his hold on his rifle so he can rest it on his shoulder as he trudges up the steps into the castle lobby, tracking dirt and mud all over the floor as he scuffs his boots on the carpet as he goes.

He's got his journal open and he's been flipping through it on and off since he wandered back into Paradisa's range. ]

Hey, nice to know you can go on a camping trip and feel like you didn't miss anything important around here.

[ Camping trip? You have no camping gear on you, man... ]

027 Summons ❈ Written ❈ Action

[rose_of_battle]

[With a tired yet satisfied sigh, Sheena climbs into bed and enjoying the breeze coming in the window, grabs her journal to make some notes. Things have been looking up in the past few weeks: people returning and healing, the stories of children--children!--in the journal that make her chuckle, and the rebuilding of the city; all of it had put the ninja in a really good mood and brought a smile to her face.

And although saddened by the discovery that Presea had gone, she's also happy that her friend's home and knows that she'll definitely see her again.

Settling against the pillows, she sets the journal on her lap and opening it, begins to write--inserting suggestions so she'll remember later.]

( Notes to Self: )

[Reading over her notes one last time, she closes her journal and looks up at the Daruma Doll on the shelf across from her bed. She tilts her head and smiles as a realization hits her: It's been a while since she's followed this tradition and should again soon. Vowing to have another Doll in this room as soon as possible, she settles into bed and turns off the light before falling into a deep sleep.

One that's deeper than she knows since during the night, a strange thing happens, in the morning, there is another wide-eyed Doll in the room, but with purple-colored eyebrows and in the very spot under the covers Sheena had been the night before.]

[ooc: Hiatus start! Yes, Sheena is now a Doll! Since the castle likes to move things around, anyone is free to have the Sheena-Doll show up in their room--no permission needed! Members of Symphonia House are free to come in and check on her as well! :D ]

12th sweater; an alpaca in pink rhinestone cowboy boots

[bezazzled]

[Dictated]

I'm bored. Therefore, I am now accepting jokes to make me laugh. Donate your best one so that I might make someone else laugh in the future! The person who tells me the best joke will get a thing.

Starting... now!