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paixaorpg2007-04-23 12:43 am
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It does what now? [Complete]
Character(s): Rosette
Content: Rosette gets herself a room and, with the help of the nice (if slightly creepy) desk clerk, figures out the journals.
Setting: Actua Are
Time: Late evening, after this thread
Warnings: None yet
Content: Rosette gets herself a room and, with the help of the nice (if slightly creepy) desk clerk, figures out the journals.
Setting: Actua Are
Time: Late evening, after this thread
Warnings: None yet
After three wrong turns and a dead end, Rosette finally found her way to the front desk of the hotel. "I..." she started hesitantly, looking at the blonde haired young man standing behind the desk, "I need a room, but...I kinda don't have any money." She smiled sheepishly, wondering how long it'd to take him to kick her out after that admission.
So she was amazed when he argued with her, saying she did indeed have means to pay and pointing first to the pocket watch (prompting a minor heart attack on Rosette's part) and then to the golden crosses emblazoned on her sleeves. What was he talking about? That wasn't money...but then again, this wasn't New York. Did he mean gold, or just anything valuable...?
Hesitantly, she popped a bullet from the clip in her pocket and laid it on the counter. "Will this work?"
She smiled as he pocketed it and handed her a key. Ready to go collapse on a soft bed, she turned around, then back to the clerk as she remembered something that had happened earlier in the day. Taking the blue rectangle out of her pocket, she placed it on the counter between them. "What's this?"
She listened attentively as he opened the rectangle - he'd called it a journal - and explained all its features to her, answering her questions as they came up. After nearly fifteen minutes, she was pretty sure she understood this crazy journal-thing well enough to make it work.
"Thanks!" She smiled at him again and turned to find her room. After a quick twist of the key, she was out of her wet clothes, into the complimentary bathrobe, and lying on the bed exploring everything the journal had to offer. Finding the messenger program, she chose a promising name off the list - "The Doctor" - and sent him a line. Doctors were supposed to be smart, right? Maybe he could help her figure out just what this place was.
So she was amazed when he argued with her, saying she did indeed have means to pay and pointing first to the pocket watch (prompting a minor heart attack on Rosette's part) and then to the golden crosses emblazoned on her sleeves. What was he talking about? That wasn't money...but then again, this wasn't New York. Did he mean gold, or just anything valuable...?
Hesitantly, she popped a bullet from the clip in her pocket and laid it on the counter. "Will this work?"
She smiled as he pocketed it and handed her a key. Ready to go collapse on a soft bed, she turned around, then back to the clerk as she remembered something that had happened earlier in the day. Taking the blue rectangle out of her pocket, she placed it on the counter between them. "What's this?"
She listened attentively as he opened the rectangle - he'd called it a journal - and explained all its features to her, answering her questions as they came up. After nearly fifteen minutes, she was pretty sure she understood this crazy journal-thing well enough to make it work.
"Thanks!" She smiled at him again and turned to find her room. After a quick twist of the key, she was out of her wet clothes, into the complimentary bathrobe, and lying on the bed exploring everything the journal had to offer. Finding the messenger program, she chose a promising name off the list - "The Doctor" - and sent him a line. Doctors were supposed to be smart, right? Maybe he could help her figure out just what this place was.
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After a few more replies and a quick check of the train schedule, she snapped the journal shut and struggled back into her wet dress. She didn't care that it was night and her clothes were wet and she was dead tired. Chrno was here, she was going to meet him, and that was all that mattered.
She made her way to the front desk, tossing the key back to the clerk - "Thanks!" - and bolting out the door, making it to the station in just enough time to catch the train as it left for Central Station.