Quest 298

[primrosella]

[Accidental Voice Post]

Goodness, just look at it...it really is all of glass.

[There are very soft footsteps, faint and careful, like someone faced with the prospect of walking on eggshells and gingerly trying to keep them all from cracking as she goes.

(It's lucky she's a princess, really. If she can dance in shoes of glass, then she can certainly walk along a floor of it.)

But then there is rustling, too, like leaves, and the rhythmic sound of something falling may be too soft for all but the trained ear to hear--but it's there, keeping time, tink tink tink. Whatever could it be?]

Oh, drat, this again--?! Of all the times to--

[Evidently, Rosella knows.]


[OOC: Not five minutes back in the Glass City and already she's slapped with a curse. Such is Rosella's life. She's drawn What's In A Name for Grab Bag today, which means that in true and proper fairytale form, she's dripping roses with every step. Just a little extra fancy for a princess in a land of glass!]

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[primrosella]

Well, it's not much better, but it's a bit easier to read that way, at least. I can rather guess at what's missing.

...And yes, I'm through! It's terribly odd over here. I'm afraid of breaking something.

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[misterblackbird]

Wh_t do yo_ mean?

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[primrosella]

It's just like Neil said. It's all glass.

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[misterblackbird]

Ye_, that's what I'd he_rd, but how is tha_ even pos_ible?

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[primrosella]

I don't know, but here it is, just the same. Like in the story about the girl who made her way to a city all of green glass. ...Or I suppose it might've just been green, but I imagine she felt rather a bit like this, even so.

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[misterblackbird]

I al_ost think I shou_d like to see it--not jus_ because it would mean I was free of the de_ert, but to see it for itself. It sounds like a w_nder.

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[primrosella]

Are you still waiting for your turn to go through, then?

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[misterblackbird]

I am, tho_gh I think my number is clo_er now than ever. It was when la_t I inquired.

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[primrosella]

Good, I'm glad to hesaf;aff;glfnnnnnn

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[misterblackbird]

Rose__a? Are you all right? Or has your d_vice failed you again?

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[primrosella]

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No, I'm fine, I just scratched myself on a thorn. Ouch!

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[misterblackbird]

A thorn? N_t a glass one, I h_pe.

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[primrosella]

No, a live one. I'm dripping roses today, it seems.

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[misterblackbird]

So no sooner do you a__ive in the other C_ty but you're ____ed.

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[primrosella]

Er. I'm...what? I couldn't see it, that last bit got cut off.

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[misterblackbird]

C__sed, of course.

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[primrosella]

Oh! Cursed.

...That's right, I suppose I am, actually.

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[misterblackbird]

Y_s--what did you think I said?

If you're dri_ping roses, I should thi_k you are, yes.

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[primrosella]

Well, I wasn't sure, honestly. The whole word was cut off, almost, and it really might've been anything.

It's just odd, though. I stepped through and I was cursed, but I wasn't a minute ago. Do you suppose that's the penalty for crossing over, that one draws a curse while one's at it?

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[misterblackbird]

We've n_t had any curses here in the de_ert, unless the rainstorm and all the creatures it bro_ght out might count. Perhaps the_'ve been going on all along on that side and we'_e not known at all. It is poss_ble.

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[primrosella]

I don't recall Neil and Todd mentioning any of them either way, honestly, and I know they were over here while we were still in the desert. Do be careful, though, if your number is called today and you're brought through--you might well end up drawing a curse while you're at it, too.

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[misterblackbird]

The_ perhaps you are right: once one come_ across to the other City, one _raws a curse.

I w_ll, of course. I'd a_most wish for it now, I think.

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[primrosella]

At least it's only a tedious one, and not an awful one. All this glass around makes me a bit nervous.

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[misterblackbird]

I s_ppose that i_ true. And I can qui_e see why a city made of glass wou_d make any_ne nervous. I h_pe you'll be all right. I'm n_t sure if a city of s_nd or a city of gl_ss and curses is the better.

I meant to tha_k you, too, for having brought me that w_ter.

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[primrosella]

I'll just have to step carefully, I suppose. Goodness, I wonder what would happen if some of this did break? Would it be like the time that tower fell all over again?

I'm glad I could help, even a little.