[Rita is out and about in the City, though not quite herself. Rather than ignoring people on her way to wherever she's going, she's busy observing passersby in an almost predatory manner. Patience, though, is wearing thin, and she taps her foot in irritation. An appropriate test subject is needed soon ( Read more... )

I'm not cursed today.

[Rita's hideously smug over this fact. Both because she gets to sit out while other people do ridiculous things, and...because of what day it is.]

You better remember to prove how good you are, Tyr!

[Not that she's excited to see his ice-cream-cake-making skills. Not at all! Okay, she totally is.]

Let's get one thing straight: I'm forgetting these curses ever happened, got it? You all should do the same!

[What Rita has failed to notice--but what's pretty obvious to anyone who looks thanks to the green tank top she's wearing--are two or three small fading bruises on the sides of her neck. The genius mage still has some hickeys as a souvenir ( Read more... )

I knew something like this would be simple to figure out. There!

[Rita indicates...what might be an attempt at making a torte. Or a pudding cake. The only sure thing is that it's messy and looks about ready to collapse, two cake layers haphazardly stacked with too-soft and melting ice cream sandwiched between. She's still pretty smug about it, ( Read more... )