☀ the third [video]
[The video opens to one (1) Rose Lalonde, sitting primly on what appears to be the carpet of a play area. Her jaw is tight and she stares the camera down in obvious annoyance.]
It seems I have been relocated.
[There's an ear-piercing shriek of laughter in the background, and a few toddlers dart on and back off camera. Her expression gets tighter.]
My erstwhile roommate has been 'released' into the wilds of actual reality, or whatever story it is that they feed us, which has left me in the position of evicted to a daycare center until such a time as a proper guardian can be procured. Apparently, essential godhood is not taken into account when discerning whether or not one can satisfactorily take care of oneself.
[A brightly-colored plastic ball, such as the kind found in ballpits, comes speeding out of nowhere. Rose catches it before it hits, with the same hand that still clutches one of her customary needles. Turning her hand palm-down, she opens her fingers. The needle falls; the ball does not.]
At least I have this truly astounding collection of Sweet Valley High novels to keep me sane.
[Or not. The ball finally unsticks itself from her hand with an unpleasant smack, and she grimaces.]
It seems I have been relocated.
[There's an ear-piercing shriek of laughter in the background, and a few toddlers dart on and back off camera. Her expression gets tighter.]
My erstwhile roommate has been 'released' into the wilds of actual reality, or whatever story it is that they feed us, which has left me in the position of evicted to a daycare center until such a time as a proper guardian can be procured. Apparently, essential godhood is not taken into account when discerning whether or not one can satisfactorily take care of oneself.
[A brightly-colored plastic ball, such as the kind found in ballpits, comes speeding out of nowhere. Rose catches it before it hits, with the same hand that still clutches one of her customary needles. Turning her hand palm-down, she opens her fingers. The needle falls; the ball does not.]
At least I have this truly astounding collection of Sweet Valley High novels to keep me sane.
[Or not. The ball finally unsticks itself from her hand with an unpleasant smack, and she grimaces.]