✓ 21

Apr. 8th, 2011 03:28 pm
blindedmewith: (// determined)
These sheep are do not make scientific sense at all.

...would someone mind capturing one for me and bringing it back to Wellspring? We could sedate it if we need to so it won't break anything, right, Dr. Simon?

I could pay one of the Adventurers, maybe? Please! I promise I won't hurt it, I just want to run some experiments on its wool!

✓ 11

Feb. 26th, 2010 01:46 pm
blindedmewith: (// bodyswap smile)
Just to let everyone know, I look different today. Not like when I was younger--I was still me then. But this morning I woke up, and I don't even look like me anymore. I'm some other girl, and someone took my clothes, too. They've all been replaced by copies of the same outfit. I look like some kind of stage magician.

It is pretty cute...and I like the silk top hat. But there's this thing that comes with it that I'm not too sure about. I'm still coming to work as long as they let me in, though.

[ooc: Rosalind has become Trucy Wright, Phoenix's daughter from years in the future.]
blindedmewith: (// oops)
Even in winter, Rosalind found it pleasant to walk through the park on her way to the bazaar after work—though she did walk a little faster, since it was chilly out. This island was more familiar now, months after the fire that had changed everything she'd only just managed to memorize at the time.

Thinking about that day still hurt, deep inside, and she slowed her pace as she remembered how things had appeared directly after the fire. Rubble and scorch marks superimposed themselves over the real world in her mind, and then faded. She didn't need to worry now. Things weren't perfect, but they were better, and—

Huh? She squinted at a small, shiny thing that had caught the light as she moved. Walking closer, she realized it was a tiny crystal in wire framework, stuck between a couple of rocks. A memory crystal! She'd heard of them, but never seen one with her own eyes. Maybe it was time she finally discovered something about herself, like so many others had; reaching out to touch it, she willed her fingers to be steady.

Just distract him. I'll check it out. )


When she opened her eyes, Rosalind found herself sitting on the ground in the park, her fingers curled around the darkened crystal. What had she seen? She didn't really know, but she did know one thing: this meant that she had known Mr. Justice. And that meant she should let him know.

A chill breeze interrupted her, and her teeth began to chatter as she realized she was much colder—and when she looked down, she saw why. Her clothes had been replaced by some kind of sleeveless hoochie dress!

She got up to run home. The bazaar and Mr. Justice could wait.

✓ 09

Feb. 4th, 2010 10:49 am
blindedmewith: (// lens of science)
I think I'm about twelve. It's not too different, really, except my clothes are a little baggy and I don't need a Never mind.

✓ 04

Nov. 13th, 2009 11:43 am
blindedmewith: (// notes are important)
Sorry I didn't come over to see your new puppy the other day, Mr. Wright, but when I went outside, I found my talking animal. Or to be accurate, it found me, since it was searching and I wasn't.

He's a seal! He won't tell me his name, but he keeps calling me "my girl," and he must be very cheerful, because he's always laughing, and clapping his flippers together. And, um. Staring. A lot.

We've been spending a lot of time at the lake on Fisher Isle since our bathtub isn't big enough for him, so if anyone needs me, you should check there if I'm not reading the journals then.

[ooc: Rosalind has Damon Gant in the form of a seal. BECAUSE SEALS CLAP. He has a creepy stare and a jovial laugh that is quite mirthless. She is more weirded-out than she's showing.]

✓ 03

Nov. 3rd, 2009 10:42 am
blindedmewith: (// oops)
Since it isn't possible to come to any definite conclusions without a testing process, I sampled the pancakes offered by the...dancing banana thing...and I can assure everyone that they are very real and not some kind of trick or illusion. Given the current circumstances, a song and dance is really a small price to pay. It's like dinner with a show! And you can keep eating pancakes if you keep watching him. They're actually very good.

Though, um. Try not to have too much. I think I might barf now.

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