Quest 295

[primrosella]

[Audio Post]

[The recording opens with the white noise of the City--the bustle of bodies, the shuffle of feet, the chatter of passerby--all oddly faint and removed from the microphone, as though recorded from a reasonable distance. A minute later, there comes a new sound, closer this time: a soft trill, a faint whistle, a rustle of feathers.]

My goodness, this isn't nearly so pleasant a curse in the middle of winter. It's much harder to fly, somehow, and the wind is so cold! Brrr. No wonder birds keep to their nests in weather like this.

[Another rustle of feathers; she seems to be adjusting them again and again, trying to find an arrangement that's comfortable--or perhaps, just making use of the movement to keep warm.]

And it's so hard to find an open window like this, as well! No one wants to let all the heat out by leaving one that way, of course. So first it's the trouble that one can't get out, and then it's the trouble that one can't get back in!

[Another high-pitched whistle.]

My, I do make a pretty sight against all the snow, though.

[She falls silent a minute, the background chatter returning to the forefront of the recording, and for a time it seems as though the message might be over, but then--]

Oh! There! Someone's opened the--oh, good, no, don't close, please, I want to come in too!

[And with an almost violent rustle of feathers, the audio ends with an abrupt click.]


[OOC: Yup, she's a Western Rosella again today, wings and feathers and all. And, evidently, not too fond about being out in the cold weather! She'll be responding via voice or video on the Network, but for anyone who wants Action, she's just managed to sneak into the Library as of the end of this post, and she'll be out and about again if you'd like to catch her around the City, too!]

Comments

[video]

[anunluckypenny]

[Penny would like to take this moment to state the obvious.]

Wow.


Rosella...? You're a bird.

[video]

[primrosella]

Hello, Penny! Yes, I suppose I am, aren't I? But I'm a pretty one, certainly!

[Sadly, this curse always seems to come with that increase in vanity. She is a pretty bird.]

[video]

[anunluckypenny]

[The vanity is wholly understandable.]

You really are. Do you know what kind? And--y'know, does this happen a lot?

[video]

[primrosella]

Some kind of parrot, I think! I'm quite colorful today--my feathers, that is. Oh, but of course you can see them for yourself, can't you? I've never quite been able to figure out what sort of parrot I am, but I think that's been our best guess, with the way I've turned out.

And, er, I wouldn't say it happens often, exactly, but it does happen somewhat regularly on weekends like this.

[video]

[anunluckypenny]

Those colors really do work for you. Not just everyone can pull off primary colors.

What? Are some weekends special?

[blonderazorshiv]

I'd offer to let you in, Princess, but I've got a friend here who might try eating you.

[ That 'friend' would be the crocodile in his bathtub. He's sitting on the edge, keeping an eye on her. ]

[primrosella]

Oh! No, no, I don't want to be eaten! And I don't want to be put in a cage, either, like that awful shopkeeper tried before! I would so like to get where it's warm, though, it's awfully cold out here.

[She's a little more excitable in general today, by virtue of being a bird, but oooh, does the sight of that crocodile rile her up something fierce.]

[blonderazorshiv]

Carla should be at the library. If she knows it's you, I'm sure she'll let you in.

[ The crocodile is keeping an eye on Rosella. She knows who she is, of course, but she really does look delicious. ]

[primrosella]

There's one door into the Library that stays open longer than the others, when someone presses a little button to make it go rather than just pushing it. So I keep hoping someone will press that button and give me time to get in, too--I can't reach it with my beak, myself. Dratted thing.

[Her feathers are involuntarily fluffing up in response. Delicious or not, there will be no eating today.]

[designedtoparty]

You couldn't just try knocking?

[primrosella]

Well, I could try, I suppose, but I'm afraid it's a bit easier said than done when one has nothing to perch on and nothing to knock with save a beak.

[designedtoparty]

I don't know. Those things look pretty solid. How hard can it be?

[primrosella]

Not as hard as climbing a whale's tongue, I suppose, but of course that's not saying much.

[Video;]

[misterblackbird]

It is rather cold weather, isn't it?

[Video;]

[primrosella]

It's not at all pleasant to experience through feathers, I must say. At least you've ended up with a warm fur coat today.

[Video;]

[misterblackbird]

It's warm enough, I suppose.

You know, I could have Riff open the door for you here at the opera house if you'd like to come somewhere to get warm.

[Video;]

[primrosella]

Oh, could you? I've been hoping to try to sneak into the Library, since there's a door that stays open longer than most doors do when people open it a certain way, and I thought I'd have a better chance at getting in with more time to get through. But I can't manage to get at the button on my own to manage it myself, so I've been waiting for someone to use it so I can slip through that way.

action;

[dignity_misery]

[Carla had gone down to the library earlier, and with a bird companion of her own already perched on her shoulder. She catches sight of a hint of red feathers and comes out from the shelves curiously.]

What now...

action;

[primrosella]

[Well, okay, she made it in the outer door, at least, which is an improvement considering she's out of the wind and the cold, but now it's the inner one that's giving her a new bit of trouble. And she proceeds to flutter quite a bit when she spots Carla--a friendly face (that comes attached to opposable thumbs) is exactly what she needs at the moment.]

Oh! Miss Carla! Miss Carla, over here, could you please open this door?

action;

[dignity_misery]

[The bird on her shoulder flutters its wings at the other avian. Carla just frowns for a moment, but there is still only one person who calls her Miss Carla. She goes to pull open the door.]

Cursed, Rosella?

action;

[primrosella]

Yes! Yes, I'm afraid so.

[And gratefully, she flutters inside, darting up to a perch on the back of a chair, where she can dig her talons in a little.]

This one happens rather often, actually. The City likes to turn me into some sort of parrot, it seems.

[wandbreaker]

Did you honestly just compliment how you look against the snow?

[primrosella]

I do look pretty against the snow! It's all so white and I'm such lovely colors.

[wandbreaker]

And a tremendous nose.

[primrosella]

Oh, honestly, don't start all that business again. It's a beak! It's completely different!