Rose Lalonde
@tenebrificTermagent
Your favorite way of looking forward.
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.
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 Thief takes the Seer's or8.
No she doesn't.
You can take one if you never word it like that again.
You know what I mean.
even with a migraine, im cooking. @tenebrificTermagent i made beef burgandy. i hope you like it.
Thank you, Jinx. I know I will.
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 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 do have coordinates. @bummelBoogie I will give it some thought, and ask one of you when I actually need it. I appreciate it.
29. Today I called Karkat. He and I haven't talked in... gods, probably three years. It turns out he's been trying to get into the film industry. It made me think about the movies he would talk about, and how grateful I am that we have not yet lived long enough to start naming our films with the ridiculous level of specification that trolls used to.
Not quite. It's a countdown. But that's sweet of you.
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The day of my death. It has been a looming thing in my life for quite some time, and I wanted to make a spectacle out of it.
I'm alright with it. Thank you though.
@tenebrificTermagent dinner tonight is gonna be teriyaki salmon over rice with stir fried veggies as a side. when do you want me to bring it over?
That sounds lovely. In an hour?
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?
Also, you can see my sketches with #rosessketchbook.
Please, Rose. Must I?
I'm so sickly and devoid of chuckles...
Cough cough.