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Voice Mail.
"What is this thing? This is a telephone? You're kidding me! This is neat! You sure it's not magic or something? Look! My gun is bigger than this thing, haha! ...What? For messages? What are you talking about? How can people possibly leave messages on this thing? Finally gone crazy, huh, Sister Kate? Bwa ha ha!....Ow! That hurt! What? ( Read more... ) -
OOC: How that Thing of Plottiness Will Happen Today.
Hey, guys! Here's the deal for how Rosette's little exit plot will pan out:
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Our Lady of Fandom; Saturday Night.
The church was quiet, as usual, that night, after Rosette and Father Remington had stepped out to be social with the people of the town at one of the bars (Chrono had his guess as to which), but the little demon didn't mind. It was nice, serene; it made the place actually seem a little holy, without the sacreligeous ravings of his partner ruining ( Read more... ) -
The Room at the Bottom of the Stairs; Our Lady of Fandom; Sunday Afternoon.
After the prom, Rosette and John had ended up in her bed, which she had won in the arguement because it was more comfortable than the Sparky's couch, and the morning had her in nothing but John's boxers and John in nothing but a pair of socks, and a Chrono waking up in the other bed to that very, very disturbing image.
"Oh, God, Rosette! Please ( Read more... ) -
The Room at the Bottom of the Stairs; Our Lady of Fandom; Early Saturday Evening.
Rosette had, in the process of the last few days, made a new vow to swear off alcohol of the rest of her life. A bold statement, but, after the icky nasty terrible want-to-cry-at-every-turn feeling hadn't disappeared for several days, she decided that it was certainly a vile substance that she should stay far, far away from and perhaps those ( Read more... ) -
Outside of 25 Unicorn, then onward; Wednesday Night.
Rosette had Cupcakes of Forgiveness and Booze of OMG Don't Hate me!, but she had no answer to the door of 25 Unicorn. That was....strange. It was Wednesday! ANTM Night! Deadpool wouldn't let...she didn't even know what the radio things had said, but....ANTM! Tradition! Crack! Where was he? She whimpered a little at the still lack of her BFF ( Read more... ) -
The Soon-to-Be Still Room; Our Lady of Fandom Church; Tuesday Afternoon.
[[ to be a continuation of here, relocated due to zomg dirty. probably gonna end up NWS ]] -
Back at the Hotel; Chicago, Late Saturday Night.
There was only so much one could do to keep reaffirming life and not thinking about the fact that she'd been traipsing over her own dead body earlier before needing rest and somewhere quiet. With a laugh, drunk on energy, Rosette dropped onto the bed in the hotel room she and John had gotten for the night before heading back to Fandom tomorrow. ( Read more... ) -
Magdalene Order Cemetary, Chicago Headquarters, Saturday.
There had been a change in plans. Apparantly, they got the wrong place, and what Rosette was looking for was actually in Chicago, not New York ( Read more... )