Quest 299

[primrosella]

[Filtered from Known DELILAH Members | Blue's Codes | Unhackable]

My goodness, is it really March again already? With all that fuss over the desert and the glass and the waiting in lines for days on end, I must've completely lost track of the time!

Still, it seems as though that fuss is over with now, and the City is settling back into its routine again, just as it always does when things like this happen. It's odd, though; everyone knows how the City runs like a clock, with the Carousel and the numbered buildings and all that awful machinery in the heart of the Underground. But I almost rather wonder if sometimes it isn't a bit like an hourglass, too--running along normally for most of the time, but then with a great upheaval every so often as it turns itself over again. Goodness knows it'd certainly explain all the sand.

...Oh, and speaking of the sand, it's been just about a year since the tower by Building Three turned to sand and fell, isn't it? It seems as though sand keeps turning up again and again, lately--which rather makes me wonder if that mention of an hourglass is a bit more apt than I'd thought, even.

In any case, things do seem to be getting back to normal--or as normal as they're likely to get, in the City, and as we all saw for ourselves yesterday, even the curses are back to usual again. With any luck, things will stay quiet for a little while, at least. We've had some terrible curses in March before--the Ides of March in particular comes to mind--but after so much commotion last month, there's always the chance we may get lucky for a little longer. I certainly wouldn't mind having a nice, curse-free day for the first of spring.

My, and that's coming up quite fast now, too, isn't it? Goodness, it's only thirteen days now. As quickly as time has been slipping by lately, two weeks seems like almost nothing at all.


[OOC: Spoilers: the first of spring is also Rosella's birthday, and it's particularly special this year because she'll be twenty-one on the 21st. WHERE DID THE TIME GO?!]

Comments

[misterblackbird]

It's almost unfortunate that we've come to think of curses--like the one we had yesterday--as 'ordinary'.

[primrosella]

We've certainly seen enough of them, haven't we? It's unfortunate, but I suppose it's also only to be expected.

[misterblackbird]

I suppose so. As one poet said, one can make a Hell out of Heaven and a Heaven out of Hell.

[Meanwhile, scheming birthday plans...]

[primrosella]

I don't think I know that poet, actually, though the phrase sounds familiar enough that I feel as though I ought to. Which one was it?

[misterblackbird]

You are the one who spends the better part of her time in the library. I ought to ask you to look it up.

[forourqueen]

[Still keeping an eye on you guys.]

[primrosella]

[OMG GET OUT CREEPER ZOMBIE.]

[forourqueen]

[Never!]

[primrosella]

[BANISHED.]

[wandbreaker]

I found a roommate.

[primrosella]

Did you really! Oh, how nice. Is it anyone I know? You can't live with them unless I like them, you know.

[wandbreaker]

Well, he's Merlin, so if you don't like him I suppose we have a problem.

[primrosella]

Merlin! The wizard Merlin? Or is it the, er, rather young and pleasant young man, Merlin?

[Video]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Hi there, Rosella, Edmund's roommate reporting in?]

What were the Building Three and the Ides of March?

[Video]

[primrosella]

[YES THIS IS EXCITING.]

Oh, last year, you mean? One of the towers turned to sand and fell, and I remember it was the one near Building Three because that's near where I live, too, so I pass by it often to get into the City. And as for the Ides of March...

[Hesitation. That one was a really bad one.]

...oh, but I've forgotten to say hello, even! That is you, isn't it, Merlin? Or have I gotten myself mixed up, somehow?

[Video]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[\o/!!

Oh. Building Three. Derp.

That hesitation kind of concerns him, though.]

Ah, no, that's.. me. And you are?

[Video]

[primrosella]

Oh, good, it's so very nice to see you!

[And the fact that he apparently doesn't recognize her is what makes her leave off the "again".]

My name is Rosella. Edmund told me he'd met you, so I've been looking forward to the chance to say hello myself!

[anunluckypenny]

Buildings turned to sand before that desert happened?

And March again? How long've been in the City, Rosella?

[primrosella]

A long time ago, yes. Just about a year now, if I'm remembering correctly, since I think I was upset about it falling on the Ides of March.

And, er...it was three and a half years last month, so quite some time now, really.

[anunluckypenny]

This City's so weird about sand. Maybe you're onto something.

That long? Yikes. Do you ever miss home?

[primrosella]

I keep thinking of hourglasses, really. Perhaps there's something to it, since the City does seem to have rather a penchant for clocks.

Oh, I do, and quite often, too. But after so long, this has rather become a home of sorts, too, and I almost think I'd miss the City just as much if I were to leave as I miss my kingdom now. So I suppose it evens out a bit, either way.

voice | hopefully this is only fashionably late? ;__;

[had_not_lived]

I wouldn't have thought of it as an hourglass, but that's an interesting idea. The City does seem to have a strange relationship with time-- between the ticking, and the twelve buildings, and the clock underground.... The way it stops and changes across worlds...

I wonder what it all means.

voice | you are never late for me

[primrosella]

I wonder how long we've been wondering that, really. People have been after the meaning of that clock and this place since before I came here, even, and nothing much ever seems to come of it, save for a few ideas here and there.

voice | oh thank goodness <3

[had_not_lived]

That's true... And it seems like those ideas only raise more questions.

I do feel like it must mean something, though I can't say I have any idea of what. And I suppose, it matters more to people who are trying to get out, than to people like me.

voice | <3

[primrosella]

It only stands to reason that everything must mean something, doesn't it? I rather wonder if it isn't something we each need to decide for ourselves, though, rather than one great thing meant for everyone. There doesn't seem to be any pattern to why some people stay for years and others for weeks, unless it's simply that things are different for everyone, and we only stay here as long as we're meant to--whatever being meant to means for each of us.