07-29-2018, 08:46 PM
ROSEMARY ROUX
She watched the two women, ignoring the rest, as she curiously waited to see how they dealt with this logical laps - but, it resolved itself rather quickly and in the manner she predicted. Still, she wished her sister luck in wooing Fischer later; Vandal's love-struck nature was quite obvious, at least to Rosemary. After all, the soothsayer's secret clairvoyance magic gave her an edge in the field of picking out emotions, which was quite fortuitous for her given she otherwise struggled with it.
Leaving the Tempest with her shell safely inside her satchel, the ocelot trotted over to the next location. The one with a throne, which seemed obvious; Pincher held meetings atop that thing almost every week. The throne was practically etched into her memory, given how much social anxiety she got from those crowds. But, as she walked into the underwater dome, she didn't feel the sinking sense of dread today; probably because of the few faces that were inside now.
Glancing at the other two that arrived just before her, she breathed out a small sigh of relief as she realized that she was still ahead of a good deal of people. Not the first, certainly not, but not out of the running yet. There was still time to catch up, but she knew she couldn't afford to fall too far behind. In the race of endurance, you never wanted to be in the trailing edge of the pack, after all.
Trotting up to the throne, she grabbed the pink trinket and placed it in her bag. Perfect - now she needed to keep making good time. Forked tail flicking behind her, she quickly trotted out of the area and onto the next location.
© MADI
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?