knit one | action | arrival

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[Rose had sat through the meeting politely, showing no sign that this sudden upending of her entire world was really much of a bother to her at all. really, she ought to be used to all the interdimensional bullshit by now.

once she's left to her own device, though? a rather irritated scowl slides into place as she surveys her new home. this is seven kinds of stupid, especially considering they'd grabbed her before she could alchemize something useful. well, no use crying over spilled milk. time to make the best use of her time, and that meant starting mission number one: locating someone from her world. there was no doubt in Rose's mind that someone was here; this kind of bullshit just called to them.

so she begins wandering everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. the lobby, the library, the training center, peeking into all the dorms...if you're in the Garden it's likely you're going to see a young girl stalking past you.

likely more than once as she seems to be either slightly lost or making absolutely sure she's checking everywhere. either way, Rose seems to be a girl on a mission. don't you want to stop her and ask what the fuck she's doing?]

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[thewindything.livejournal.com]

[ This was going to be a good week! He'd finally gotten caught up on all his school work and it seemed like for the first time in forever, he was able to just walk around without being worried about failing out of computer science.]

[Why did he take that class, again? He knew he was toerrible at it. Oh, right he thought that because all these computers here were so backwards he'd have some kind of advantage.]

[NOPE. Apparently computer failure is transcendent of time and space.]

[Or maybe the Ebertian technique is a universal constant.]

[Either way, still dressed in his cadet uniform from class, John was sitting in one of the classrooms glued to the BBS. He'd missed so much, of course the first thing he would seek to do would be to check the internet.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[Rose is peering into all the rooms when she spots a familiar head of hair. finally, somebody she knew. she'd never admit it but there was a sense of relief welling up in her chest at finally being able to confirm she wasn't stuck her alone.

she quietly let herself into the classroom and made her way to stand behind John. once there she lightly tapped him on the shoulder and then crossed her arms, a light smile playing on her lips]

[thewindything.livejournal.com]

[ John doesn't hear her come in or even register her standing behind him, so when he's tapped on the shoulder he starts a bit and looks behind him.]



[And it takes a few seconds of wide eyed staring before he realizes he is looking at Rose Lalonde. When he does his face lights up with disbelief.]

Rose!?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[the smile becomes a good-natured smirk as she bobs her head facetiously at John]

The one and only. How nice of you to remember me after all the trouble I've been taking to find you.

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

[Japan spots her more than once, and this time he decides to speak up. She seems quite set on something...]

Ah, do you need help with anything? [He hadn't seen her here before, and as a professional stalker an observant person, that meant she was probably new.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[the scowl smooths itself away to something more neutral when the stranger addresses her. she's rather loathe to ask for help, even if it would probably speed up her search]

Thank you for the offer, but I'm quite fine operating on my own. I'm merely looking for some friends of mine, and the search is giving me ample opportunity to become acquainted with the layout of this campus.

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

Ah, friends is it? [Wow this girl looks American but speaks well what is this-- UH ANYWAY. He gives a brief greeting bow.]

Are you certain you would not like assistance? I know quite a few names, so perhaps I could say if I have seen these friends of yours.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[she inclines her head slightly in return]

I suppose that merely checking to see if they're even present in this dimension wouldn't hurt anything except my impromptu exercise routine. I am searching for a John Egbert, Jade Harley, or Dave Strider. Any of them would be appreciated although all three's presence would be ideal.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Cool story, Rose. While she's wandering, she's sure to come across a moody troll hanging out flyers.]

[Or rather, shoving them in people's faces with a scowl.]

[Look, he's even going to shove one in her face right now]

Do not vote for Tavros Nitram for homecoming court.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[thwack. Rose is able to prevent herself from making an undignified noise at being assaulted by the flyer, although when she peels it away from her face her expression is pretty irritated.

...huh. never seen someone who looked like that before. it wasn't any worse than the imps, though, so for the moment she files it away for a later question and decides to address her new literature]

I see that politics is alive and well. Is there any particular reason I should wield the power of democracy in order to bring about this individual's social downfall?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[He'd just about turned away when the question came, and it was phrased in such an eloquent manner that he couldn't just ignore it.]

[He tosses his head and folds his arms over his chest, crumpling the remainders of his flyers in the process]

Would you prefer the expanded or abridged version? Because frankly, I could go one for hours about why I feel that confrontational piece of riff-raff does not deserve the title of Prince.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

If you could find it within your power to rest somewhere in the middle I would greatly appreciate it. Having just been uprooted from my previous universe I find that the sooner I can put my finger on the pulse of this establishment the better, even for something so small as a homecoming election.

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ Jade isn't exactly paying attention, and by the time Rose finds her it's rather dark and those shades are hard to see through, you know? She looks at the girl out of the corner of her eye and--

it's Rose. Wearing weird purple clothes, but that's definitely Rose. God, Jade's missed her friends. And so she practically scrambles to step in front of her as she walks away. ]

Rose! Uh, I mean, hey mamacita, long time no chat.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[Rose stops as this unknown but kind of familiar at the same time person practically throws herself in her way. what is it with people wearing shades and being inconsiderate? sheesh.

but then the girl addresses her by her name, and Rose's eyebrows go upward in surprise and her body posture stiffens. she doesn't like someone having more information on her, and this is one of those moments. her tone is carefully neutral when she responds, however]

I believe that the correct statement would be never time no chat. Unless you're from a future I have yet to experience I can't say that you're familiar to me.

[supbroski.livejournal.com]

[ Whoa.

Jade's not sure what she said -- it was a traditional greeting for her, one that her Rose would've greeted with a smile and a laugh. But this Rose was different, missing all traces of generosity. In fact, she almost reminded Jade of David.

What the fuck. ]

Name's Jade, Rose. Obviously when you got here you landed on your head or something, because we've known each other for years. Did you decide to take after Lalonde, because jeez you could've done better. Even John would be a better option for imitation!

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[there's a real frown playing on her lips now which only grows deeper as each familiar name is listed. something is obviously wrong here, but the only possibility Rose can think of is incredibly stupid. this isn't some twisted version of Back to the Future or other sci-fi flicks.

either way, this is just getting more out of her control and Rose is really hating that.]

I take after Lalonde for the sole reason that as her daughter I was forced to spend my formative years with only her as a guiding light, although I must disagree with you slightly and say that the fewer traits I picked up from her the better.

Now that we've laid down the premise of this charade, would you care to discard it and inform me which of my friends has put you up to this tasteless joke? I can think of several prime candidates but I'd like confirmation before turning my ire upon them.

[fierybluebird]

Uh, Miss? [Stops her after the 3rd time, because she looked like a girl on a mission, but now it's just getting silly.] Are you all right?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[it's not silly it is BEING THOROUGH. anyway her expression is pleasantly neutral] Perfectly fine, thank you all the same. I'm just killing several birds with one extended walk.

[fierybluebird]

[Pales a little at her use of the expression there.] Oh? Anything I can help with?

[redcinemareel]

[Spots this girl looking as curious as a cat beneath a Christmas tree!]

Didn't they give you a TOUR?

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

They did, but unfortunately they forgot to include the acquaintance radar with their litany of information. As such I'm forced to carry out the search manually.

[redcinemareel]

...are you some sort of automaton?

[Acquaintance radar...]

You're a sore thumb, sweetie. This place is mobile, but it will still be here for you to get acquainted with.

Fashionably late, of course. Hope you don't mind. /had to fly across country

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Thu- thu-thump.]

[If you didn't recognize that, it was Tavros's cardiovascular pump skipping a beat as he watched an angel pass by at the end of the hall. No.]

[It.]

[It couldn't be.]

[He faltered for a moment and then found himself running down the hall, swinging his head to look dawn the side she had walked towards and there, there she was. Rose. It... It WAS possible for dreams to come true! You just had to believe hard enough! He lost his breath again but finally managed to shove him her way, putting his hands in his pockets, eyes focused as he made his way up to her, and finally, in stride with her. Oh LORD did she look as good as ever. As MEAN as ever. He grinned, fangs gleaming, his eyes glancing over to her half lidded.]

Oh, well, hellooooo my leetle ptitsa~ [His tone rang a little sing song before he realized there was a high chance of her NOT being from his time line. Fuck.]

So mind telling me if you remember this gulliver or if it's the first time it's blessed your visual plain?

it's totally fine. not like i'm going anywhere. c:

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[Rose raises an eyebrow at her new unwanted companion on this walk, not looking terribly impressed]

I'm afraid that due to either timeline or universe shenanigans this is the first time I've ever been presented with yourself. The most I can do is verify that you're a troll.

Well okay then. Howdy do~

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Not impressed? Lying to yourself will get you NO WHERE.]

Awww, making me a real sad bloke, but such a thing has to be expected. Not like I thought the bank would be open now or anything. [He grins, eyebrows furrowing. Maybe this being another Rose was better? Since, well... Yeah...]

And yeah, a troll, like a few others muckin' about this gloopy joint, but none of them really matter compared to yer good malchick, Tavros, and might I say it's pretty fine to get the good ol' peepers on some riveting good gams again, hmmm?