Rose Lalonde
@tenebrificTermagent
Your favorite way of looking forward.
I think that I am overdue for an introduction post. About five or six months too late, sure, but who's keeping count? This is just to enlighten anyone who might see my posts and wonder "Thirty days? What ever could she mean?" My name is Rose Lalonde. One of many on this site, and one of an infinitely spanning scale of people bearing my name and face. A drop in the ocean, so to speak. I have never once believed myself to be a standout amongst my kin. All that really makes me unique, if you ask me, are the things that are a result of my timeline having a particularly strong amount of interference from Lord English and his reality-warping henchmen. When my friends and I beat our game, we entered the universe that was to be our prize, only to find an expanse of space stuffed to the brim with radiation so potent it rendered the planets we placed in it dead on arrival. Somehow, the Green Sun returned. And I do mean 'somehow'. If you want a detailed explanation as to how a construct of the game existed in our new universe, you are sitting in the same boat as us. Our Jade came up with a plan, and she flew off to enact it. She never returned. Whatever she may have done out there pulled back the influence of the Green Sun and allowed our universe to flourish. Millions of years into the future and a subsequent seven spent searching for her, we gave up the search, because I got sick. For the last several years, I've "suffered" from an illness no doctor has been able to explain. My visions tear through the crevices of my brain, separating synapse from synapse. The headaches split me in two. My body weakens, my energy depletes, and all of my pain and prophecies coalesce into a single, finite point of absolute certainty — I am going to die. There is a time, and a place. It will happen outside of my house, a mere few steps out of my front door. It will happen early into November of this year, and I will not get to know what does it. It could be a stray bullet or the implosion of the Green Sun itself putting an untimely end to our infant universe, and me along with it. Regardless of the cause, no vision I have ever had stretches beyond that moment. I want no pity for this. I've known about it for years, and I have gone through the seven stages and then some. On a lighter note... I've taken up sketching on my phone as a way to pass the time. I like to knit, I enjoy a ridiculous comedy and a gothic romance every now and then, and I wrote a novel called Complacency of the Learned, with half of a sequel tucked securely in my house for some future author with my same detached ironic je ne sais quoi to carry on my legacy with. I hope this answers any questions anyone might have over the next thirty days. Here is a fun little bonus activity: If you read all of this, reply with "Tentacle". It will confuse anyone who didn't and give me a chuckle. You wouldn't deny a dying woman a chuckle, would you?
For the last few days, I've been asleep. I can only assume that the drawings I have been doing in that time were efforts of my unconscious mind to keep this unnecessary little countdown going, for reasons I may never understand. What I do understand is the nature of what is to come. I couldn't even begin to explain it. It exists on a scope beyond what I am now. I saw other versions of myself. Timelines that had failed, and I saw the directions they took. I had some realizations about myself and the nature of who I am. In 18 days, I am still going to die. But at least I know what is going to happen to the body I leave behind now.
Hello, everyone. I'm sorry if I worried any of my friends. I fell asleep for a while. I'll be continuing the countdown properly tonight.
19.
hey rose
Hello.
hows it going
Never better, actually.
oh?
I feel as if I've woken up with energy I haven't had in years. I had to face something, and now I am better. ...Relatively speaking, of course.
B33 < well thats good B33 < ...as mewsual lmk if theres anything i can do fur you
Of course. You should come over for a visit sometime. I would like to spend some time with as many people as possible before the month is up, and gods know my own version of you is nowhere to be found.
BXX < unfurtunate B:33 < id love to visit sometime soon though!
oh sh1t 1 can use th1s aga1n
Who are you?
what are they doing???
Hey... 8uttercup, are you okay?
rose??? :(
She didn't post this.
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One hopes that you fare well.
Menacing 8ath. Love the imagery.
TH1S 1M4G3 T4ST3S L1K3 4 CH4LKBO4RD. 4 BOR1NG BL4CK 4ND WH1T3 ON3 L1K3 1N 4 HUM4N SCHOOLH1V3.
what a view. i hope you are feeling as well as you can. i'm digging deep into decadence tonight and making you lobster tail. sound good?
The imagery of sinking into the waters can bring many thoughts and emotions to mind. Acceptance, absollution, comfort. Drowning, overwhellming, lloss. Thought-Provoking piece.
There is nothing more absolute than this. They will not take me from the path. This is how it has to be. Goodnight.
huh
What do you mean has to be Rose Is Is this a suicide
I had a feeling there was more to this.
:(
Twenty four starts to feel generous. But I know when it happens. I know where it happens. My mind begins to twist and warp, but I will not let it pull me away from the certain path.
what d0es this meann, r0se?
oh rose...
Or. Hm. My head is killing me.
you want some ibuprofen? :(
i wish i c0uuld s00the y0uur painn..
Tonight I decided to get a little spooky with it and manifest in the process. That's really all there is to say on the matter.
that's pretty sick.
this is really cool and spooky rose!! you sure did nail the nu metal hands
hehehe rose lalonde numetal hands.
Another late entry. Honestly, it might be best to expect these way too late to be considered within the realm of punctuality, in this imaginary daily deadline which is in my head and none of yours. This one is late because tonight was eventful and fun, and I wouldn't have wanted to step away to do a little doodle at all had I not made a commitment to this. One thing that somehow slipped my mind in the months it has been since I last saw Kanaya was just how catty she can be. Sharing wine ( #substance ) with anyone is a good enough time, but sharing wine *and* engaging in gossip so downright nasty it would bring Regina George to her knees in recognition of your superiority? Unmatched.
There is something... engrossing, perhaps, about hearing the woes, mistakes, and faux-pas committed by some unfortunate fooll. It is difficullt to turn away from.
You get it. I can only imagine a Duellist gossip session.
The Bohemian and I have many thoughts about others we keep to private discussions, Ha ha. Jade blloods perhaps excell in the matter, given our respective conversation partners.
They seek to torment me again.
Another remarkably late entry, I apologize for that. Tonight I went stargazing. I invited both John and Dave along, but only Dave showed up. In typical Egbert fashion, he had more important things to do. I know that just means he is cooping himself up in his house and wallowing away in the metaphorically masochistic spiral that is trademark for him these days, so I figured it best to leave him to it. Everyone grieves in their own ways. Dave talked my ears off, which was nice. He got into astronomy a few years ago, no doubt some lingering subsconscious fascination with the cosmos derived from his inability to cope with the last time one of his best friends left him behind. At least he actually came out and watched the stars with me. The Green Sun looked particularly close. Tomorrow I'm going to have lunch with Kanaya.
What DID they put in the shindig to make it so addictive?
c< NOt a daMN clue, but i caNt s2p diggiN My sHiN >c
I switched drawing applications today. I may have to switch back. Attempting to decipher the new onslaught of hieroglyphic symbols they call features would take me much longer than I have. Even if I wasn't on a time crunch here, I would likely still choose to go back to the comforts of my original application, where it was just me, myself, and the beautiful digital brush installed onto it by default. Today I went for a fly for the first time in a few years. It took everything out of me, and I've been recovering on my couch ever since. But gods, was it ever wonderful to feel the breeze again.
B33 < it really is beautiful out there B33 < hope you have a few more in you
28. This one is late today. I really don't have a good excuse, considering I spent all of today attempting to draw Calmasis on my phone and being so miserably frustrated with the results each and every time I would have to close the application, before falling asleep until about sixteen minutes ago.
B33 < great work with the hands rose
Thank you. :)
hEY, sO,,, dO YOU KNOW, wHAT WILL HAPPEN, aFTER?
My hope is that, much like my girlfriend, I will be thrown on a one-way express train to the dreambubbles. Though that is very hopeful and improbable.
i HOPE SO, aLSO AND AM, cROSSING MY FINGERS FOR YOU,
I hope for this as well. I have not had cause to say a finall farewell since... My own death, I suppose.
I have spent my entire life certain that my mothers will both outlive me Your unfortunate condition has questioning that assumption It is Hard To see any version of you like this At least with the one who is Roxy's mother there is more conceptual distance between her and my mom but You Are her Just much younger I cannot honestly say that I will miss you since obviously we do not really know each other and my mom will continue to exist But ...I wish you did not have to die so soon And it will probably be very distressing when it happens
I know that he is just coping in typical Strider fashion, but I am getting really tired of hearing Dave say the worst thing about all of this is that I am going to just barely miss Grand Theft Auto VI.
Is there anything you really want to do with the time you have left?
I have a [redacted] list made up already. I plan on doing some of them over the month and posting about them as well. Some will be more difficult than others. If you know anyone who can hop realities, let me know.
There's a few of us here he can! I can cut through space to other universes if I've got the coordinates of it, and there's a few others here who can manage it as well. @malleablePersonage and @bummelBoogie are some good options.
i’d be happ7 to, but i’m in a situation where i (an’t do it most da7s. i’m free a (ouple more da7s, and it’s looking like if things work out the same, on the weekends
I do have coordinates. @bummelBoogie I will give it some thought, and ask one of you when I actually need it. I appreciate it.
I made plans with John for tomorrow. He's going to swing by with some fast food. I have had a very specific diet since I first fell ill, under a false assumption that a proper palate might do something for my condition. Even when I realized it wouldn't, I decided to keep at it, just for the sake of it. But this is my [redacted] list. And the first thing on it is to have a burger so juicy it expels its seared innards with such majesty I'm transported back to the rainbow falls.