Quest 297

[primrosella]

[Video Post]

[And as the video comes up, here's Rosella, lightly dusted with sand and looking a bit sunburned as instant proof of her current location in the Desert City. She does, however, have her hair braided sensibly back, her sleeves rolled down, and a makeshift scarf wrapped around her neck and head to shade them from the sun, and in the hand not holding the Network device, it looks as though she's holding...a hand mirror?

The particularly eagle-eyed might notice that there seems to be a statue of some variety in the background of the shot, too--about a person's height and shape.]

It'd be a very good idea, I think, for anyone traveling in the desert to keep something that reflects on hand with them--a mirror, or a polished shield, or something of the like. And if you should think you see something in the distance, a figure of some sort walking your way...even if you're sure it's only a mirage, be certain to look away, and point the mirror at it, first.

[Her slightly chapped lips narrow into a thin line.]

It seems that on top of everything else, there are medusas out here. They're not quite so fearsome as some of the other monsters marauding about, really, but they're much more dangerous than one might think, especially if one underestimates them. So it's really only sensible to be careful.

[She sighs, rubbing her face with her sleeve.]

I do hope everyone is all right, though?


[OOC: Okay, so school sort of ate me alive this past week and I'm still a little behind on things, but here is a Rosella in the Desert City, apparently having a random encounter with the traditional King's Quest desert monster: a medusa. Team Sociopath, I'm assuming she's in your general vicinity at the moment? Or if you want to play it differently, ping me and I'll roll with pretty much anything. Like rampaging sand boars and the luaus that result from them. o/]

Comments

[dignity_misery]

And now she's... what? Dead? Starving to death encased in stone?

[She glances at Rosella.]

[primrosella]

Er, well...dead, I think. Turned to stone completely, not just trapped in it.

[She trots over to the statute to give it a kick for emphasis.]

No different than a statue, really.

[Carla may notice here that normally sweet and all-accepting Rosella can actually be quite ruthless when it comes to creatures that fit her definition of monster.]

[dignity_misery]

[Carla is most certainly noticing, and it amuses her, in some ways. She wonders how Rosella would have put her down when she had still been infected.]

Nice job.

[primrosella]

[Her moments of hypocrisy aren't always the most noticeable, but they're there, just the same, if one knows to look for them.]

Oh, er...thank you! It wasn't much, really. Just one more thing to manage until we can get someplace safer.

[dignity_misery]

It looks like the whole place is overrun.

[Not terribly conducive to safety, really.]

[primrosella]

That sort of thing happens sometimes, yes. Once it was sheep.

[dignity_misery]

I heard about the sheep from Mr. Cooper. I'm having trouble deciding which I'd prefer.

[The answer is neither, the answer is neither.]

[primrosella]

I think we'd all prefer none at all, really. But at least the City was still intact with the sheep, rather than turning into a desert on top of it.

[dignity_misery]

[She shields her eyes for a moment, looking off.]

I would really like my apartment back, yeah.

[primrosella]

It'll come to an end soon. It always does, no matter how horrible or hopeless they make it. It always rights itself somehow.

[She hopes.]

[dignity_misery]

I'm not comfortable trusting that.

[She's not optimistic, and trying to trust a pattern of chaos is counter-intuitive.]

[primrosella]

It gets easier, I'm afraid, once one has seen things like this as many times as I have. It's not a pleasant pattern by any means, but...well, one does rather get a bit used to it after awhile.

[dignity_misery]

[Sigh. She misses when all she had to worry about was who to bring home for the night. Everything since that bullet has been nothing but a long downhill slide. Carla gives the frozen medusa one last look before she moves away from it. It wouldn't do to fall behind...]