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blastiafreak) wrote2010-05-03 03:18 pm
blastiafreak) wrote2010-05-03 03:18 pm
[Video] The Rhyme is a lie
[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...]
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...]
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