[Ah, space. From up here, it almost seems… pedestrian. Stars, a whispery voice or two, the inky blackness of the void which hides terrors beyond imagining. How typical. If they were going to put all this effort into kidnapping her, they should make things much more exciting than misplaced stars and the uncaring cosmos. The least they could do was throw in a few black holes. Rose doesn’t think she’s rocking the boat by suggesting that. Although if the risk of total annihilation is too rich for their blood — amateurs — she supposes something along the lines of space pirates and/or space wizards would suffice. Amazing, how just by adding the word space in front of things, how different they become.
But, alas, all she’s left with is looking out into the darkness and the small spattering of stars. If she thinks about it too long, she’ll start feeling lost, and we simply can’t have that. Meteors and earthquakes, now, that’s something she can wrap her head around. As is conversation, which is bound to ensue once someone else arrives.]
I refuse to participate in the charade of speaking to myself out loud, so I’ll simply say “Hello” and “Yes, those certainly are stars."
The viol, the violet, and the vine - Library
[There’s a girl, a table, and some books spread across them. What kind of books? Some of them seem about psychology, Freud and his cigars need not apply. Some have creatures that… are very difficult to describe on their covers. And the last batch seem to concern themselves with matters of magic, whether in practice or in theory.
She’s found a notebook, somewhere, and she takes notes in purple gel pen. Some of these notes seem more like diagrams than a plot synopsis. How odd. We’re sure it’s nothing.]
The Hours Are Breathing - The Rec Room
Just to confirm: the pool is not normally haunted by some malevolent entity?
[It certainly seems that way. All those bubbling and shifting lights don’t seem very good for prolonging the health of swimmers. Rose wonders if something lurks beneath the water, and if that something lurking possesses more than its fair share of tentacles. And by if, she means, how many does it have? Still, there’s been very little gnashing of teeth, which makes the likelihood that there's a creature beyond mortal comprehension lurking near the deep end… somewhere near zero.
Still. It certainly seems… tempting, in its way. What sort of harm could dipping a toe in cause? Would it hurt to find out, and how much? These are the questions that plague any student of the dark forces, no matter what universe they find themselves in.]
Rose Lalonde | Homestuck
[Ah, space. From up here, it almost seems… pedestrian. Stars, a whispery voice or two, the inky blackness of the void which hides terrors beyond imagining. How typical. If they were going to put all this effort into kidnapping her, they should make things much more exciting than misplaced stars and the uncaring cosmos. The least they could do was throw in a few black holes. Rose doesn’t think she’s rocking the boat by suggesting that. Although if the risk of total annihilation is too rich for their blood — amateurs — she supposes something along the lines of space pirates and/or space wizards would suffice. Amazing, how just by adding the word space in front of things, how different they become.
But, alas, all she’s left with is looking out into the darkness and the small spattering of stars. If she thinks about it too long, she’ll start feeling lost, and we simply can’t have that. Meteors and earthquakes, now, that’s something she can wrap her head around. As is conversation, which is bound to ensue once someone else arrives.]
I refuse to participate in the charade of speaking to myself out loud, so I’ll simply say “Hello” and “Yes, those certainly are stars."
The viol, the violet, and the vine - Library
[There’s a girl, a table, and some books spread across them. What kind of books? Some of them seem about psychology, Freud and his cigars need not apply. Some have creatures that… are very difficult to describe on their covers. And the last batch seem to concern themselves with matters of magic, whether in practice or in theory.
She’s found a notebook, somewhere, and she takes notes in purple gel pen. Some of these notes seem more like diagrams than a plot synopsis. How odd. We’re sure it’s nothing.]
The Hours Are Breathing - The Rec Room
Just to confirm: the pool is not normally haunted by some malevolent entity?
[It certainly seems that way. All those bubbling and shifting lights don’t seem very good for prolonging the health of swimmers. Rose wonders if something lurks beneath the water, and if that something lurking possesses more than its fair share of tentacles. And by if, she means, how many does it have? Still, there’s been very little gnashing of teeth, which makes the likelihood that there's a creature beyond mortal comprehension lurking near the deep end… somewhere near zero.
Still. It certainly seems… tempting, in its way. What sort of harm could dipping a toe in cause? Would it hurt to find out, and how much? These are the questions that plague any student of the dark forces, no matter what universe they find themselves in.]