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poly_chromatic2013-06-22 08:09 pm
primrosella) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-06-22 08:09 pm
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Quest 322
[Accidental Voice Post | Open Action]
[In the grand scheme of things, Rosella's actually been doing...well, comparatively speaking, relatively well for herself this month. Years and years of repeated admonishments from a variety of different friends during a variety of different circumstances have finally seemed to take hold; regardless of how much she's wanted at times to run here, adventure there, throw herself into this or that, and so on, she's instead opted to heed the advice they'd always given her and actually make a concerted attempt to not end up in a heap of trouble this time around.
It's been more difficult than she'd expected, and she hasn't precisely liked it, but she's done it--keeping her head relatively down, making every effort to stay out of trouble rather than flinging herself headfirst into it, avoiding the ongoing strife where she could and doing her best not to draw attention to herself where she couldn't.
And thus far it's worked. It's worked pretty well. She's kept the Blue Light going and done everything she could to fade unassumingly into the background, and that's worked.
Which is great, except that the hostile NPCs don't particularly seem to care whether she's been doing well or not. What they know is, she owns a local business that's changed hands several times over the years, she dresses strangely for a contemporary setting, and she carts around a miniature black dragon--all fairly telltale signs that nope, she's not one of them.
And, well. What do you get when you combine seething, hostile patrons with an establishment serving alcohol and a pretty incentive to target?]
Goodness, what are you--oh, don't, you stop that right now or I'll--!
[...Evidently, smashing glasses, angry customers, and thanks to the fighting and loud quarreling, quite possibly some avenging City Watch members (and by extension, Anonymous forces? WHO KNOWS) on their way.
WELP.]
[OOC: Please feel free to come wade into the fray and/or orchestrate any skirmishes of your own in and around the Blue Light!]
[In the grand scheme of things, Rosella's actually been doing...well, comparatively speaking, relatively well for herself this month. Years and years of repeated admonishments from a variety of different friends during a variety of different circumstances have finally seemed to take hold; regardless of how much she's wanted at times to run here, adventure there, throw herself into this or that, and so on, she's instead opted to heed the advice they'd always given her and actually make a concerted attempt to not end up in a heap of trouble this time around.
It's been more difficult than she'd expected, and she hasn't precisely liked it, but she's done it--keeping her head relatively down, making every effort to stay out of trouble rather than flinging herself headfirst into it, avoiding the ongoing strife where she could and doing her best not to draw attention to herself where she couldn't.
And thus far it's worked. It's worked pretty well. She's kept the Blue Light going and done everything she could to fade unassumingly into the background, and that's worked.
Which is great, except that the hostile NPCs don't particularly seem to care whether she's been doing well or not. What they know is, she owns a local business that's changed hands several times over the years, she dresses strangely for a contemporary setting, and she carts around a miniature black dragon--all fairly telltale signs that nope, she's not one of them.
And, well. What do you get when you combine seething, hostile patrons with an establishment serving alcohol and a pretty incentive to target?]
Goodness, what are you--oh, don't, you stop that right now or I'll--!
[...Evidently, smashing glasses, angry customers, and thanks to the fighting and loud quarreling, quite possibly some avenging City Watch members (and by extension, Anonymous forces? WHO KNOWS) on their way.
WELP.]
[OOC: Please feel free to come wade into the fray and/or orchestrate any skirmishes of your own in and around the Blue Light!]
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Shouldn't you be home?
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I really do think I'd much rather be, at the moment! Goodness, what a mess--
[Meanwhile, the little black dragon gives Saya a hooded, appraising look.]
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Robert is inviting people to stay at the Warehouse.
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Honestly, lately it seems as though things just keep getting worse and worse without any signs of taking a turn for the better again. Goodness knows I certainly don't like to stay cooped up inside for days upon days, but...well, if there's no other way to stay out of trouble, then I suppose that might just be for the best, mightn't it?
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Probably.
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Come along, then.
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[She's seriously considering violating the No Magic Rule and just putting everyone to sleep, at this point.]
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Go into the back, please.
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[She wants to ask--except by now, she knows better than to let curiosity get the better of her in the midst of a crisis. She'll ask later, certainly.]
Yes, all right--oh, now, come along, you--
[She chastises, as she scoops up the little dragon and hastens him along as well.]
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She turns back and calls.]
Rosella!
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...goodness, where did everyone go?]
Oh!
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[Which she proceeds to do with brisk and slightly anxious efficiency.]
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[She says, but that's not at all what happened.]
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Ready, then?