Quest 182

[primrosella]

[Voice Post]

[The audio begins with Rosella, sounding positively exasperated, with a fair amount of rustling, shuffling, and clattering going on in the background.]

All right, honestly, I know I tend to keep my room rather on the messy side, but throwing it all outside is hardly a proper solution for getting it cleaned up! It's absolutely

Comments

[misterblackbird]

Rosella, if I may, why did you have nails, boards, and rocks in your room?

[primrosella]

Well, yes, but in this case, it's more for the safety of the finder than it is for my own privacy that I worry.

[misterblackbird]

Fair enough, then.

[primrosella]

You don't suppose it'll all fly back into the house at midnight the same way it all flew out earlier, do you?

[misterblackbird]

I won't deny that I am rather hoping it will, for your sake and everyone else whose house has been turned inside out.

[primrosella]

Hm. I think I'll do my best to stay well out of the way when it comes, then, just in case. I'd certainly hate to be caught up in the middle of it, if it does.

[misterblackbird]

I think it might be quite exciting, yes.

[primrosella]

I wonder if it'll tidy the place up for me while it's at it, too. I won't mind it if it doesn't, really, but it was rather nice to see my whole floor again, for a change.

[misterblackbird]

To be honest, I wouldn't be at all surprised if it didn't make more of a mess when everything goes back to its place.

[primrosella]

...Oh, drat. If making more of a mess means changing it all around, then I still won't know where to find anything!

[misterblackbird]

I suppose it's time to tidy things up, then.

[primrosella]

I suppose you're right. Drat it all, even when Sam moved all my things into my new bedroom, he still managed to keep the mess the same. It's a pity the City might not see fit to be as considerate.