[ Action, Voice ] Seven of Diamonds
[Rogue has spent this entire experiment week completely unaffected. If she were the kind of person inclined to use blackmail, that would be just peachy. Instead, after figuring out the theme, she's gone from resigned to amused to bitter in the blink of an eye. Kind of the Malnosso to remind her that fairy tales and happily ever afters just aren't for her. Really, she appreciates it.
Which is why she thinks absolutely nothing of the fact that during her daily sort at the Item Shop, one of the items happens to be a spinning wheel. She sets it aside for later, uncertain as to which aisle it belongs - or maybe it belongs to a New Feather? Who really needs a spindle, anyway?
So for now, Rogue ignores it. She goes about her business, listening to her music, sorting things, helping various customers whether they be lady or princess or knight or dragon - even the rare jester. But her awareness of the spinning wheel keeps growing in the back of her mind. It's a subtle pressure, and she hardly notices it, but more and more her gaze flicks towards the back of the room. All the same something feels a little off, so she makes a post to distract herself.]
Anyone disappointed with their 'real life fairy tale?' Or is that happily ever after all it's cracked up to be?
...anyone out there even know what I'm talkin' about? [Or are you all off in la la land?]
[But even her journal won't keep her from that pressure in her mind for long. Inexorably, Rogue finds herself drawn to the back of the room, along the abandoned table, where the light is shining in a glistening way upon the spindle. Hardly knowing what she's doing, Rogue reaches out a gloved hand to touch the tip of the spindle. Instantly, though the tip doesn't tear the glove, she falls in a graceful heap upon the floor. Her clothes change from leather and gauze to silk of emerald green, a sleeveless dress with a low decollete and long satin gloves which trace all the way up to her bicep. Even her make-up has been erased to enhance the part, her lips now shame the red, red rose and her eyes equally bare and closed in repose.
Her manner of dress is not the only thing affected. A thick forest of thorns spring up around the Item Shop, stretching out to the very edge of the road. Bold and noble traveler, prince or thief, do you dare discover what these thorns protect? If you do, beware. They are not the only danger you will face. There's a trap within the trap of this particular spell.
OOC: And basically, if you want to face more dangers in the forest of thorns, I'm happy to narrate them! Likewise if any villains want to throw in and plot with a hero to interfere, feel free! Just let the hero beware: if you make it to Rogue, her powers are still active, and you may feel compelled to kiss her.]
Which is why she thinks absolutely nothing of the fact that during her daily sort at the Item Shop, one of the items happens to be a spinning wheel. She sets it aside for later, uncertain as to which aisle it belongs - or maybe it belongs to a New Feather? Who really needs a spindle, anyway?
So for now, Rogue ignores it. She goes about her business, listening to her music, sorting things, helping various customers whether they be lady or princess or knight or dragon - even the rare jester. But her awareness of the spinning wheel keeps growing in the back of her mind. It's a subtle pressure, and she hardly notices it, but more and more her gaze flicks towards the back of the room. All the same something feels a little off, so she makes a post to distract herself.]
Anyone disappointed with their 'real life fairy tale?' Or is that happily ever after all it's cracked up to be?
...anyone out there even know what I'm talkin' about? [Or are you all off in la la land?]
[But even her journal won't keep her from that pressure in her mind for long. Inexorably, Rogue finds herself drawn to the back of the room, along the abandoned table, where the light is shining in a glistening way upon the spindle. Hardly knowing what she's doing, Rogue reaches out a gloved hand to touch the tip of the spindle. Instantly, though the tip doesn't tear the glove, she falls in a graceful heap upon the floor. Her clothes change from leather and gauze to silk of emerald green, a sleeveless dress with a low decollete and long satin gloves which trace all the way up to her bicep. Even her make-up has been erased to enhance the part, her lips now shame the red, red rose and her eyes equally bare and closed in repose.
Her manner of dress is not the only thing affected. A thick forest of thorns spring up around the Item Shop, stretching out to the very edge of the road. Bold and noble traveler, prince or thief, do you dare discover what these thorns protect? If you do, beware. They are not the only danger you will face. There's a trap within the trap of this particular spell.
OOC: And basically, if you want to face more dangers in the forest of thorns, I'm happy to narrate them! Likewise if any villains want to throw in and plot with a hero to interfere, feel free! Just let the hero beware: if you make it to Rogue, her powers are still active, and you may feel compelled to kiss her.]