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The Park; Saturday Afternoon [07/07].

Rosa got back from Brooklyn to a broken coffee machine in her apartment (top suspect: probably Leroy), meaning if she wanted coffee, she was going to the Perk, and she wanted coffee, so to the Perk she went.

It was a pretty nice day, though, so she kind of dawdled, so Arlo 2 could be the dork that she was and chase the ducks around a little, while Rosa hung back and let her do her thing while she enjoyed her coffee.

Sure, she saw the stupid thing before it got too close, out of the corner of her eye, but she almost wanted to just ignore its entire existence. Stupid gremlin. She narrowed her eyes, side-eying as she menacingly growled, "Don't you even think about it."

Which, of course, only made the gremlin grin oh-so-innocently...and it pounced. Rosa was ready for that, or, at least, she thought she was, trying to jump out of the way and reach for her gun, but she'd underestimated just how fast those assholes were. She'd barely gotten her hand on the handle before she let out a scream of mingled pain and rage as teeth dug straight through her leather jacket and into her arm.

She got in one good punch that sent the gremlin scampering away before her shout of anger turned into a merry little song and the follow-through of the punch turned her into a little pirouette in a dance.

"What a lovely, beautiful day!" she said, with a happy, breathy little sigh. "It just makes me want to sing and make friends with all the lovely animals. ~Whistle while you work~."

And those were some surprisingly lovely little vocalizations coming out of Snow White's mouth there, even if her attempts to get those happy little bluebirds to perch on her finger and sing with her wasn't quite working too well.

[[ I'm having a shit day at work and need a brain reset, so here, have a Disney Princess Rosa. OOOOPEEEEN and apologies if I get unexpectedly busy ]]

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Seivarden had been in a terrible mood since this morning, and her talk with Kaidan hadn't improved it. No, actually she had been in a terrible mood since last night when she had run out of tea. For this reason she wasn't really paying much attention to anything around her, until she heard a familiar voice singing.

Singing?

Seivarden turned her head.

And the source of that singing happened to be knelt down in front of a very confused squirrel, with a charming little ditty about the loveliness of said squirrel's bushy tail. A ditty that brought itself to another vocalized crescendo where Snow White then stood up and pranced around in a few circles to go along with the music, swishing the skirt of a long dress that totally wasn't actually there.

And then stopped, when she realized that it was not longer just her and the woodland animals in the park. "Oh!" she let out a little surprised gasp, hand flitting to her chest, eyes flitting with a surprised blinks and trying to be much wider than they actually were. "Hello, there."

Seivarden just gaped. It wasn't something she often did, but this was the first time she got to see the effect of a gremlin bite first hand, and it was disturbing. Had it been someone else she would have considered the possibility of being made fun of - the past few days might excuse this hint of paranoia - but this was Rosa. Seivarden might not know her that well, but this... was not Rosa.

Finally she said: "What are you doing?"

She couldn't help blushing a little at the strange expression on the other person's face; kept inside the castle walls by her stepmother, her interactions with others were limited, but that didn't chase the bright smile away from her face.

"Why, making friends with all the sweet little woodland animals, of course!" she nearly chirped, her voice light and playful as she laugh. "And singing! Oh, how could I not, it's such a lovely day, don't you think?"

And she proved how incapable she was of not singing by trilling out a little scale and beaming at the bluebird that responded in a tree some distance off.

"It's a fucking terrible day," Seivarden snapped back. She waved a hand towards the squirrels. "Those creatures are just laughing behind your back, people are being impossible and there's no fucking tea because some idiot bought it all and wants to ruin it with glitter.."

She paused, drawing a breath. "You're going to hate yourself tomorrow or whenever this wear off."

And then, mostly to herself: "Fuck, I hate this place."

And if Snow White thought her face had been turning red before...! Never before had she heard such uncivilized language, truly, nor had she ever met such a grumpy person! Not even her stepmother on her worst days!

Still, she was not going to be perturbed by someone having a bad day. That just meant she'd have to work extra hard to make that person's day better!

"My goodness," she said. "It sounds like someone needs to take their frown and turn it upside down! Perhaps you'd like to sing about it? That always helps me when I'm sad. Or you could sing to the woodland creatures, they're ever so good at listening!"

And the squirrels were terrified, really. Because they had no idea what was going to happen once that venom wore off, and, for once, they weren't quite sure they wanted to find out.

It was perfectly civilized, thank you very much. Definitely more civilized than singing to animals, and for once Seivarden agreed with the squirrels. What would happen when Rosa was back to normal?

At least she preferred weapons to buying all the tea on the island.

"I. don't. sing. You should have met my fucking ship. I'm sure it would have sung for your animals given the opportunity." Justice of Toren hadn't strictly speaking been her ship, but she was making a point here.

Making a gesture with her hand and taking a step back, she added: "I'm leaving now. Have fun. Don't shoot anyone."

Ok, so that last part was said with a smirk.

Both hands were covering her chest now, her eyes as wide as they could possibly be, simply not comprehending how to possibly deal with such an unpleasant person and thinking that perhaps it was a good thing that she was leaving. Even if she was terribly curious about a singing ship. Anything that sang would certainly be something she'd love to see.

"I don't see why I should want to shoot anyone," she said, voice almost mousey in its innocence, "so that shouldn't be a concern. Though I do wish you would reconsider and stay and sing, and you might surprise yourself on how much better you'll feel! But I understand if you must depart. Though I sincerely hope that your day will get better."

She smiled her best bright smile, too, filled with all the sincerity and conviction of that hope, because how could anyone's day not get better with a smile?

But Seivarden was already on her way, heading home to curl up on the couch, feeling sorry for herself, and watching entertainments with Issa.

Without tea. She hated this day.

Cristina was out this afternoon making a purely performative attempt at jogging. It was truly shocking the lows she fell to when she didn't have surgeries to perform.

She slowed to a walk when she saw the hot angry lady cop trying to sing to birds, pulling her earbuds out and redirecting towards her. "Princess? You feeling okay, there?"

She was going to end up thinking of the park as the place people went while tripping, at this point. At least Rosa wasn't wearing poorly knotted ropes on her head?

In a way, she...kind of wasn't wrong?

But the princess heard someone calling for her and turned, in the dramatic fashion one would expect out of someone wearing a flowing dress that possibly sparkled a little instead of tight jeans and knee high boots in summer. "Oh, hello, there!" she chirped...yes, chirp was definitely the best way to describe the new higher, sweeter octave of her voice, and she smiled brightly, eyelashes fluttering. "Why, you must be one of my subjects!"

She really didn't get out of the castle much at all, so this was all terribly exciting.

"And, yes, thank you so kindly for your concern, I'm doing quite well, it's such a lovely day, isn't it? Just the sort of day for making new friends and singing new songs!"

And, to prove it, she offered another one of her little wordless trilling scales and looked pretty proud about the whole thing, too.

"Must I," Cristina said, not sounding convinced. First a southern belle and now a princess with 'subjects'. Apparently gremlins gave people delusions of racist grandeur.

It occurred to Cristina that she should maybe be taping this. You know, for research purposes. And posterity.

"So, uh, tell me, your highness. What's the name of the kingdom you help rule?"

The princess's head tilted with faint curiosity at the funny little device that the woman was holding, perhaps something to ask after later. It would, after all, be terribly rude not to answer her question and she smiled brightly before her musical laugh rang out.

"Oh, but don't be silly," she said. "I hardly help rule the kingdom, for I am not yet of age!"

Clearly, a fourteen year old girl stood before you and not a thirty-something woman.

"And even if I were," here, the cheerfulness slipped, albeit reluctantly, replaced with something akin to the fear found in a frightened baby deer; she dropped her voice, glancing nervously toward the trees because the queen seemed to have ears and eyes everywhere, "I doubt my stepmother would allow such a thing. I do hope, though, that, one day, I'll find my true love, and we'll escape from her, and we'll live happily ever after in his kingdom."

And, boy, wouldn't Rosa be so glad to know that was unknowingly said directly to the camera, too.

"Well now, that's just sad." Cristina shook her head (while making sure to keep recording). "You should never let a man define your ambitions. Or your mother."

If Cristina had let her mother influence her ambitions, she'd still be married right now with 3.5 kids or whatever. Gross.

Funnily enough, Rosa'd be in the same spot if her other had anything to do with it, too, and her reaction to it would be just about the same.

Usually.

Today, however...

"Stepmother," the princess corrected lightly, with a smile so that the woman didn't think she was being rude. It was just such an important distinction, she felt. "And she is the queen. Begging your pardon ever so much, though, I don't believe I understand what you mean..."

"So? All queens do is show up at ribbon cuttings or whatever and look nice." Cristina was not a royalty buff, no. "Ooo, wait, is she going to try to deny you the crown because you're not her biological child? Actually, that could work out. Then you can run off and marry, like, an athlete or something and do whatever you want."

The princess stared for a moment, slowly blinking her big wide eyes. This woman did seem to talk quite a bit and half of it, in a way, almost seemed like she was more musing to herself than actually talking to her, and they weren't exactly concepts she'd really thought of before, either.

"I...do suspect that she would find things...easier if I wasn't around," she ventured, slowly. "But I'd rather not run off; my kingdom is my home!"

Cristina shrugged. "Alright, then fight her for it."

In many ways, Cristina's philosophy was very simple: if you wanted something, you fought for it. If you didn't, you did something else.

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