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blastiafreak) wrote2010-05-03 03:18 pm
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[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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Fine, whatever. It's just what someone should normally say when they first meet somebody and you sort of helped me out a bit, I guess.
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But...it's not just about the knowledge. It's good just to have people around, you know, for stuff like this.
[Doesn't exactly want to admit that without her friends here, she'd probably be scared as hell.]
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[He wouldn't be scared as hell, but--suffice to say, the day he admits needing others, it will be a cursed one.]
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[She's very concerned about a pheromone curse she heard of that caused certain attractions recently. Oh god is she ever concerned about that one.]
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[Or, whatever. Yes, Rita... be very afraid.
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Feed the clock, huh...? You can only hear the ticking when you're alone even though it's underground, which I don't get. Do you know anything about it--or have any guesses?
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I would not expect to get the clock, if I were you. The popular theory is that it is fueled by high emotions produced by curses, and that it counts down to the end of all worlds. However, it is a hypothesis that has never been tested.
... How's the water?
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...It's fine. Keeping the fire out.
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Very well. I suppose you could use the device to find digital books, or videos online, if it becomes boring.
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[Oh, she's going to have fun with this.]
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[Would explain further, but he suspects she can figure it out.]
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I think I found it. Wow, this is pretty advanced stuff...nothing compared to blastia, though, and those didn't exactly come with instructions. Still, it's pretty amazing that it lets you connect to such a large network--I can't believe how much information is here!
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You mean everything ISN'T true on the net? :O
O-of course it is! Ishida is a LIAR.
There goes my LOLcat spelling lessons. ):
W-will you survive?! - 1/2
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I'll just go to the other source of infinite knowledge--television!
what, not tabloids!?
they r 2 smrt four me
o i no rite...
y they so intelegunt?
cos dey have amazing sources!1!1
omg u so rite!one
/adjusts glasses 8) - 1/2
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you left a smudge!
o shi --! /makes it worse
fingerprints oh noes
the worst! /wrists
/knees oh wait that do more than smudge D:
ksdfns t-to say the least!
/scrubs with steel wool