[Video] The Rhyme is a lie

[blastiafreak]

[The communicator flickers on to focus on Rita, who looks tired and a bit spaced-out. All the excitement of coming to the City catching up with her, perhaps?]

Hey, did someone start growing a flower garden in here or something? All I can smell are roses, and they're giving me a headache.

[She sleepily rubs at her eyes then pauses, mildly confused. She inspects her hand, and one might see rose-red rings on her fingers.]

Huh? Is there something...I never had allergies to anything before--wait, is something burning?

[Of course, the device can't exactly transmit the smell, but smoke is starting to waft around the room. Rita frantically starts rummaging around and looking for the source.]

Where is this coming from? A-ow, that kind of...

[Suddenly, her hands burst into flames. She's momentarily stunned at her spontaneous combustion but recovers enough to do something about it, grabbing a blanket and smothering out the flames. She's pretty alert now, at least.]

What the hell just happened?! Is this one of those...w-wait!

[Another tendril of smoke starts to creep up. Rita wastes no time now, a blue magic circle appearing at her feet as she casts a spell.]

O caprice of innocent waters...Champagne!

[The spring of water forms beneath her feet, bubbling forth a small stream that halts the smoke. Rita sighs shakily, about to turn back to her device, when the smoke returns once again.]

C-come on! Stop it, already!

[OOC: Will be backtagging when I get in from work AGAIN sob. Anyway, her nursery rhyme is Ring Around the Rosy, which this handy site going around suggests refers to the bubonic plague. Too bad the City doesn't feel like waiting to cremate you...]

Comments

1/3?

[anti-buttons.livejournal.com]

[Are her hands on fire?]

[anti-buttons.livejournal.com]

[But her quick reaction and that spell were quite impressive.]

3/3

[anti-buttons.livejournal.com]

[Ah, smoke again.]

If water worked, you may want to fill a bowl and immerse your hands for the rest of the day.

[blastiafreak]

What?! O-oh, right, it's just--I think it's getting worse! These rashes are spreading and--Champagne! My arms are starting to burn, too.

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[anti-buttons.livejournal.com]

[anti-buttons.livejournal.com]

Fill a bathtub with water. Until it's filled, keep soaking your arms.

[blastiafreak]

[She doesn't waste time with a reply; grabbing the communicator with her slightly scorched hands--smoke is already seeping from them again--she races to the bathroom. She was shown how to work the taps so quickly opens them fully and thrusts her arms under the pouring water. She's pretty freaked out, though.]

I-I think th-this'll have to do...If it's one of those c-curses, it won't be over until midnight...But midnight's too far away! B-by then...

[anti-buttons.livejournal.com]

With luck, your skin will be a little wrinkly, but no worse. The fire can hardly get started within the water.

[Er--he hopes, but it might be best to leave that out.]

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[blastiafreak]

Y-yeah...[Breathing deeply, tries to calm down a bit.] At least I can make this water warm enough so I don't get hypothermia.

[bluejuggernaut.livejournal.com]

Rita, calm down.

[blastiafreak]

How do you expect me to calm down when I'm spontaneously combusting?!

[bluejuggernaut.livejournal.com]

If you're not calm, you can't think of a rational way to deal with this.

[blastiafreak]

Dumping water on it is rational!

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Has it stopped? Are you hurting anywhere?

[blastiafreak]

N-no, but...I'm sitting in the bathtub now since it's spreading. What the hell kind of rash does this?

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Not sure- can't really tell what kind of curse this is, either, to be honest. As long as you're all right, for the most part.

[blastiafreak]

I think I'll live for now, though midnight's still pretty far.

[notflynn.livejournal.com]

Guess we'll just have to give you the royal treatment today, then.

[blastiafreak]

W-well, sure. Just as long as I'm not contagious or anything.

[Kind of struck by the fact that, yes, she's sitting around in a full bathtub, fully clothed.]

...This is a pretty crappy way to spend a day.

[imperialwill.livejournal.com]

Goodness! Rita- do you need any healing?

[blastiafreak]

N...maybe. I-I dunno, my hands are a little burnt, but I put it out before it got serious.

[imperialwill.livejournal.com]

That still sounds rather painful. Shall I come to you, then?

[blastiafreak]

...I think I'll manage. It'll take some time without Es--anyone to use healing artes, but it's not like I have much of a choice.

[imperialwill.livejournal.com]

Oh, there's no need to worry, I'm quite capable of using healing artes.

[blastiafreak]

Huh? You can? All right then, i-if you could come, I'd appreciate it.