Roxy Lalonde [tipsyGnostalgic] (
tipsygnostalgia) wrote in
asgardeventide2012-03-07 09:41 pm
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wow what a day
first col sassace kills my cat
god cat gets me stuck in thevoid
get attacked by some weird punk loking pisces fish lalien 3dent and all
*looking *alien
escape the creppy cat hunters
then next thing i know wake up here
WTF is up w/that
anyways i should introduce myslelf
one roxy lalonde here
how do u do and all that crap
doesnt seem likely considerin the crap day im having but its worth a shot
janey dirk jake if ur here plz respond
ok RL out
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first col sassace kills my cat
god cat gets me stuck in thevoid
get attacked by some weird punk loking pisces fish lalien 3dent and all
*looking *alien
escape the creppy cat hunters
then next thing i know wake up here
WTF is up w/that
anyways i should introduce myslelf
one roxy lalonde here
how do u do and all that crap
doesnt seem likely considerin the crap day im having but its worth a shot
janey dirk jake if ur here plz respond
ok RL out
[If you dont want to deal with dat courier, please leave me a note on her Permissions page :) ]

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Rose always keeps an eye out on the network feed. So many people near to her and entwined in her fate had already been whisked away to this city, it wasn't such a far stretch to think it could continue. This post was nothing special; unfamiliar, but nothing special. Colonel Sassacre was an interesting similarity, but who's to say that a parallel version of his doesn't exist somewhere?
Then she sees it.
Lalonde.
Roxy Lalonde.
It was close. It was so close it hurt. It was her and at the same time it wasn't and it hurt, it hurt far worse than Rose would ever care to admit.
For the first time in a long time, Rose hesitates, really hesitates, unsure. She thinks about shutting of the network, running to the library, drowning herself in foreign texts and Norse mythology.
In the end, she responds; a simple word. A kneejerk response, and in hindsight she hates it for how pathetic and childlike it sounds.]
Lalonde?
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yup, lalonde
who r u?
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Rose.
[...Or not.
Rose isn't stalling. Of course she's not stalling. She just...needs a moment, perhaps...
It's not her mother. They were the same but they weren't the same and by all means, the name shouldn't give her the tight, headachey feeling it did.]
Welcome to the city of Asgard, Roxy Lalonde.
[...Nevertheless, Rose is very glad she chose the text option.]
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I like ur name i knew someone called rose
btw u can jsust call me roxy
*just
[she was going to just leave it at that, but Roxy is still hopeful that there is someone here she knows. Perhaps this rose can help her?]
hey can iask u a queation
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do u know if any of my freinds r here
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it got squiushed by a book :(
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it was pretty sad
and hi btw, can i ask who u are?
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:33 < *with her tail swishing behind her*
:33 < *she is completely purrplexed*
:33 < roxy? :oo
[ Roxy doesn't sound like she remembers anything at all, and had Nepeta not experienced someone disappearing and then returning, clueless as to their previous appearance, she might have been even more confused.
It helped immensely to be from somewhere where time shenanigans weren't uncommon, too. ]
:33 < did you just get here?
:33 < er again i mean?
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hi
r u saying i hasve been here before?
i think i woudla remembered a placce like this
*place
plus the cat rps too
hi
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:33 < from my purrspective
:33 < but maybe you were sent home
:33 < and came back again without any memories?
:33 < its happened to people befur
:33 < but hello again :33
:33 < i guess if we dont know each other
:33 < i should introduce myself!
:33 < again
:33 < h33 h33 h33
:33 < im nepeta
:33 < the last time you were here we had drinks together
[ Well, Nepeta had one sip of Roxy's horrible idea of a drink. And then she had quickly drowned that out with tea. ]
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That must have been, if it was able to kill a cat.
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omg fuck hiatus!! i have some time =3=
yayy
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try again later
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oh yeah answering this too
o7
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[Lalonde? Roxy Lalonde?
[Surely there has to have been some mistake...]
[She certainly seemed young anyway...]
[Because seriously, he must have read that wrong...She made so makes so many typos anyway, so who's to say?]
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roxy lalonde
do we know each other?
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and you know what, the 2ad thiing ii2 ii bet nobody ii2 goiing two 2ay a damn thiing about how you are ba2iically iincomprehen2iible.
what are you even 2ayiing, ii2 there a coherent beiing in there.
not even goiing two touch how iit2 gettiing riidiiculou2 how you human2 are piickiing up dupliicate2 of your2elve2, you werent that great two begiin wiith.
whoop2 there ii go agaiin actually giiviing a 2hiit.
ii really need two 2top that.
let me gue22, you dont remember beiing here at all.
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p sure my ,essage was comprepehensibr to all
* compreshensible
*READABLE
like ur one 2 talk
and no i dont rememember being here but i guess u remember me
i bet we werent fgriends coz u sound like an ass
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look, do you 2ee, twiice, what the fuck ii2 that.
ii am exactly the riight per2on two talk, at lea2t ii know how two 2pell.
good, you caught on, now ii dont have two awkwardly explaiin that ii pretty much diidnt giive a 2hiit.
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best of friends obviously
totally. a comraderie for the ages.
8)
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no i certainly dont remember being in this weird lokling place
*looking
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[text] please pretend this isn't three weeks late.
np ;D
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