♥ pretty in pink ♥

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s2, e1: i have no idea whats happening anymore. || rose || re: trial?? execution/? h || closed for fuchsia

Honestly - though she was loathe to admit it - Rose had no idea what was happening anymore.

Staying away from her fellow captives and keeping far away from all the goings on of the hotel had come with the slight drawback of being completely and utterly lost. Her investigation had gotten her nowhere except on Colleen’s bad list, she had proved utterly useless in the trial and said absolutely nothing, and now her entire subunit was dead.

Great. That was really just great.

Something she was also not particularly proud of - she couldn’t bring herself to watch the execution. She couldn’t. Her eyes snapped shut at the very last moment, and she could only hope that nobody saw her do it.

Can’t handle a little blood? Ha.

So, she wasn’t exactly in the best mood once free to roam again.

After giving some serious thought as to what her next move should be, Rose decided that rather than retreating to her her room it would be best to explore a bit more, and eventually after a bit of wandering found herself in the changing room. The sudden restrictions on where people could go based on what attribute they had made her a bit curious. Would something change about the room, or was it just for the sake of the murder game? Whatever the reason, she was already wary of those rooms. The entire attribute system confused her a bit still - what was the point of that? Why were these the people she was grouped together with?

In a way she was almost glad that her subunit was gone already - not being a part of a team made things easier. Independence was the best option, clearly.

While looking around the changing room she came across some ice cream in a freezer. Fucking score. Hopefully no alarms would go off when she took it.

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s1, e3: thats just the tip of the yikesberg || ch1 || rose || re: Death Occurrence

Staying out of the spotlight, so to speak, was not a strategy that Rose was accustomed to. It was something she could never avoid - but here, it seemed easy. Nobody knew who she was, nobody knew her name, and as long as she kept out of sight, nobody would know her face either. And more than it was easy, after the first dead body to pop up and the things they were told that followed, it seemed necessary. Out of sight, out of mind, and out of the grave - that’s how Rose needed to stay. So for the most part, she decided it was in her best interest to lay low and avoid her fellow captives as much as she could. It was only the smart thing to do, after all. And she had to admit, she was enjoying the lack of attention.

Fortune, of course, couldn’t last anyone forever - and though she was glad it wasn’t her sitting dead at a piano, it was still a horrifying and sad sight to see. It shocked her and it frightened her and for a moment she thought she might cry - but then she looked around her, saw a few other people doing just that, and shook the feeling away. She clenched her fists tightly at her sides, willing herself not to let a single tear fall, begging that her expression wouldn’t betray her and show how scary the sight of the dead body was. She wouldn’t be like that. She wouldn’t let herself.

“Oh. Oh no. This…definitely isn’t good.”

She knew him. Barely, yes, but she knew who he was. He was a part of her designated trio, or whatever. She could have known him. She could have spoken to him. Maybe she was supposed to, maybe that was the whole point. She’d never know him now.

She took a step closer to the body and opened her mouth as though she was going to say something, though she had no idea what she was supposed to say. She had no final words for him. Or first words? What would they be considered? First or final? Maybe both.

On second thought, she closed her mouth. Maybe it was better to just not have any words for him at all.

She turned rather quickly all of a sudden, worried that if she looked any longer she might really start to look as afraid as she was. There was investigation to be done, after all - no time for fear.

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s1, e2: Merry Christ || prologue || rose || attn: peach

After the…grand show Peachy had witnessed with…Kermit the frog,,,and staff that had seemed somewhat incompetent, perhaps because of their perceived physical appearance. In short, Peachy had some doubts about the situation, but her own curiosity about the current events prevented her from rebelling, or trying to do anything that would cause trouble for the somewhat incompetent hotel staff.

Deciding that she had had enough of the assorted rainbow that scattered the interiors of the building, she took her own peach covered self and walked away. She had…no idea where she was going, or where or when she would be able to see someone else, but she really didn’t care. As long as she could find someone else to have the tiniest smidgen of fun with, she figured that it would be fine. Since everyone was snowed in anyways, she figured that she would go and find some sort of prank, pranking tool, or pranking victim. Either of the three would be fine for her, as long as she could give another student a good startle.

Deciding on entering random rooms until she found what she desired, she found herself…wandering to the courtyard. She really wasn’t looking for anywhere to go, or to check out, so looking around really was just something that she was doing to kill time and find tools. The combination of them both of the activities make everything efficient for the peach colored girl. Taking a few moments to admire the winter scenery, she stared at the courtyard, and after spotting a rather…cute looking lady, Peachy decided it was up to her to…scare or startle the other girl.

“…” deciding to approach silently, she took great care to make little noise as she approached the other. After listening to what she had to say…Peach moved again, silently. She noted that the other’s attention was caught by the tree, and so, she made her move. With ready fingers, she began to tickle the other’s sides, hoping to earn some sort of reaction from the other.

“Got-ya~”

#onscreen #prologue #peach thread 1

Fun fact about Rose: She’s extremely ticklish.

Follow up fun fact about Rose: She hates being tickled, because she’s so ticklish.

It’s these two facts combined that led to the reaction she had to suddenly being tickled from behind, unable to stop herself from laughing despite the fact that she was not happy with the situation at all.

“Wh-what the ffff-” She won’t say fuck. “Heck!”

It didn’t take long after realizing what was happening for her to move out of the person’s reach, scrambling forward and turning to look at the grinning girl behind her, preparing herself to run if the other tried again and an escape became necessary.

She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do with her reaction - she couldn’t believe that she’d laughed, she was unbelievably annoyed with herself for not being able to stop it. Would it be worse after that for her to act like she was fine with it, or to let the girl know that she was angry? For just a split second she showed no emotion at all, then just decided to stick with whatever she went to naturally.

“You...really shouldn’t do that to people, you know. It’s not polite.”

Because that was the perfect way to go. Great job Rose, remind her what’s polite. Clearly the wrong way to go, but she could still pull it back. All she had to do was remind herself to smile.

“I mean, I’m not upset with you or anything! Just, you know. Be cautious. Not everyone likes having their personal space invaded like that. Some people might actually quite dislike it. Some people might be angry with you and hit you or something. And that would be terrible!”

Jesus you’re amazing at talking to people, Rose.

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#im bringing this post back and cyn cant stop me #i meant to reblog this to my personal but honestly im leaving it here #offscreen

i know a candy man | rusty | prolo | attn: rose

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“Glad y’followed me, darlin’!”

Way to tip that hat, Rusty. Good one. I’m really tired and I don’t want to write narration. Rusty Crouches behind the stairs, waving cheerily at Rose after he finishes tipping his dang hat. Meanwhile, Watson seems confused. I am too, don’t worry.

“Soo… it’s, like, super duper secret, and there’s a 60% chance of it working.”

Maybe he doesn’t realize that those are not great odds? Either way, he cups one hand around his mouth conspiratorially and leans over to gesture with the other as he explains his Plan.

“We’re going to steal lots of candy.”

As if to build dramatic effect, he pauses and grins happily at Rose, waiting for her to react… and then just continues anyway.

“See, the way I figure it, that girl’s gonna be like ‘no, you can only take some candy’. And that’s lame! So we should take lots of candy, because there’s two of us. See? So, do you have more pockets or do I? Because that person can grab candy while the other distracts that girl.”

“Uh… I should have introduced myself first, right… Rusty Nayler, at your service, and this is Watson.” He gestures at the exasperated-looking dog. “You can call us whatever. And yourself, darlin’?”

#onscreen #prologue #rusty thread 1

Admittedly, Rose wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it was not a plan to steal candy. Her surprise didn’t show, of course - her expression remained mostly calm, still listening, waiting until she’d taken everything in to really react to it. It wasn’t until they had finished completely that she really thought about what was being asked of her.

Rose was not a thief. She’d never stolen anything in her life, she’d never even come close. She’d never even played a character who stole something, at least not simply for the sake of it and out of wanting to like it sounded the way Rusty was proposing. She wasn’t even entirely sure she wanted to help steal something, but...this didn’t sound like it was too big of a deal. Just some candy, right?

Besides. How would it sound if she refused?

“I’m glad that I followed too!”

Oh boy.

“60 percent...that sounds like a good enough chance to try it. What’s the worst that could happen anyways, right?”

Cue laugh track. Probably the worst thing possible to say. This was starting to remind her of a role she’d had once...

“I’m guessing that you’ve got more pockets, since my dress has exactly zero. It’ll be me on distraction, and you on candy-grabbing then? I think I’ve got an idea of how to distract her.”

“You can count on me! Nice to meet the both of you - I’m Rose. Officially Madame Rose, I guess, but I think just Rose works fine.”

get up and go ! ♥ white ♥ re: game start, rose

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Their conversation was starting to veer towards the more concerning elements of their situation, but White still seemed to be remaining upbeat despite it all. At least she wasn’t blindly smiling through it all though, her expression becoming one of thought as prompted by Rose’s words. A little exaggerated perhaps, given how the girl tapped a finger off her chin a few times in what was clearly meant to be a gesture of thought, but she did seem to be genuinely trying.

“Mmmm… maaaaaybe it does? I don’t know! You’re the only person I’ve spoken to here, so maybe others were going to Hope’s Peak too! Or maybe it’s just- maybe it’s just incredible coincidence that we spoke to each other first! Ohhh… there’s probably some kind of term for that if so. I’m not sure how any of that would make us end up somewhere like this though!”

With a light giggle and a shrug White appeared to be done pondering that particular topic for the time being, becoming much more concerned with eagerly waiting to see if Rose would fulfill her request- and she did! Like a delighted child White gave a few small claps despite everything she held or had tucked under her arm, her hands remaining clasped together as best as possible after the third.

“Ms. White! Oooooo! That’s what you said, right? I’m saying it right? I’ll need to have a perfect introduction, see- I can’t mess up on my own name! Wait, wait, does ‘Ms’ mean I’ve been married off or not? Who’s the lucky person? Oh- no matter! White! There’s probably a lot of meaning to that colour that I’m forgetting right now. I’m sure that it’s all good though! Hee hee!“

Someone got excited over even the smallest things, huh? That was only emphasised by White grinning widely and essentially making a nico-nico-nii hand gesture by her shoulder, holding that for a brief moment before coming back to speaking to Rose with no silly gestures.

"Rose-chan it is then- for now, anyway! Maybe I’ll shake it up a little! Who knows. Oh, Ms. White or White is juuuuust fine by me! I suppose you’re right though, being able to guess people’s colours by, well, their colours! Though I guess you’re right again- we can’t guess much more if some of these titles are fancy! Ahh… couldn’t I have had a fancier one..?”

The way White’s tone trailed off seriously threatened that the girl was going to suddenly become rather dejected, pink eyes becoming a little downcast and the corners of her smile wavering. But then the excitement of the situation seemed to sweep her up again and the girl bounced back, humming briefly to herself as she snapped up her purse and tucked the invitation inside without another glance at its words- before looking up over it at Rose, flashing a stable smile once again.

“Do you want some bubblegum? I’ve plenty! Oh- and it’s pink too! It’ll go with, well. You! Hee hee!”

A coincidence? Rose figured that was a reasonable conclusion to come to as well. It was, after all, only the two of them with ties to the school that she knew of. Maybe a coincidence was all that it was.

“Maybe...perhaps you’re right. Could all just be an incredible coincidence - fate, maybe is the word that you’re looking for? Destiny? Call it what you will, it’s all kind of the same thing. Either way, I guess maybe I’m just jumping to conclusions a little to quickly.”

Well, she wasn’t entirely sure about that. But she didn’t think that this was the right time (or person) for her to argue her point.

White’s joy at having her name read to her told Rose that she’d done the right thing, but it only confused her more than being asked. Maybe the girl really couldn’t read? She still hadn’t tried to read it for herself, not that Rose could tell anyways. It was almost a little bit worrying to think, but she didn’t worry for long.

“Mhm, Ms. White, you’ve got it perfect! And ‘Ms’ means you’re unmarried, so there’s no one yet - that you’re married to, at least. But anyways.”

Narration.

“Well, you know, it’s not like it’s your real name. You could probably change up at least the first part if you wanted and I doubt anyone would notice or mind. Something more like Madame White or even Princess White seems like it would fit you much more, especially with that fancy looking outfit you have.”

And then she was being offered gum. She considered taking it, wondering if it would offend White to have her offer refused, but ultimately decided that it was just gum and it didn’t really matter.

“Thank you very much for offering, but no thanks! I don’t really chew gum.”

get up and go ! ♥ white ♥ re: game start, rose

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To say White had brightened up at just the simple addition of a person to talk to was an understatement. Her pink eyes had noticeable excitement in them, smile obviously genuine and clearly fueled by Rose’s words if not just her sheer presence as it grew bigger and gave White a stronger and stronger expression of a child on Christmas morning. Eventually she spoke, and it was clear that she’d been dying to from how her words came out in a rush of breath. Someone was clearly the opposite of introverted.

(See? Everything was solved someway eventually!)

“No, no, that’s perfectly alright! Reaaaaaaally alright! You’ve been very helpful already- thank you, thank you! Owe you!”

She gave the other girl a small salute and a wink, briefly sticking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. Then her expression became more subdued; perhaps a little exaggeratedly so in comparison to some, but that way nonetheless.

“Ohhhh… I don’t remember any plans like that I’m afraid..! Meeting over the holidays too… I don’t know why I would have agreed to that, honestly. All I really remember is- yes! Going to Hope’s Peak I think! Why would… wait, maybe-!” A pause in which White snapped open her purse and rifled around, only to come back up with a frown- and no explanation. “Uwaa, empty… oh well. I suppose we’ll just have to try something else..!”

Realising she was beginning to talk more to herself as she got caught up in words rather than Rose White shook her head a little vigorously, curls bouncing on her shoulders before the girl started twirling one in her free hand in a thoughtful action- and apparently a happier one too, as White brightened up considerably once again.

“I suppose you’re right though- Rose!” The other’s alias was used for the first time with a considerable amount of emphasis followed by a giggle, her free hand raised to briefly cover her mouth in a deliberate action. “Hee hee! Hello, Madame! I’m glad I can greet you properly now! Wait, what do you prefer? Madame? Rose? Maaaadame Rose? Oh, wait. Mine is… ah…”

She hadn’t gotten there just yet.

Humming a nameless tune in thought White once again flipped her invitation open after a pause, turning it over in her hand rather quickly so it was more in the style of waving the paper around rather than anything more deliberate and useful- but then she held the back of the invitation up, positioned so all Rose could see was ‘Ms. White’ printed in that large font with the girl herself peeking over the top of the paper. Seemed like she’d gotten an idea, judging by the visible look on her face.

“Actually- aaaaaaactually! I wanna hear it first! Oh, oh, will you say it to me?”

Well, someone was managing to find excitement in the little things despite their situation.

Though the more Rose spoke to this girl, the less she knew what to make of her, it was always nice to be called helpful. To hear that now the other owed her, however...she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She didn’t need anyone feeling like they owed her anything.

“Oh - don’t worry about owing me anything, please. I’m just happy to help.”

But soon enough the topic of conversation was switched to matters far more important, which while they still didn’t tell Rose much, seemed like they should be focused on. So she wasn’t the only one who didn’t remember planning to come here, or the only one who didn’t think that she would. And it wasn’t only that that the two apparently had in common, which only made the situation stranger...

“Hope’s Peak, hmm...? I remember going there too...I wonder if maybe that has anything to do with it...?”

Didn’t seem unlikely, knowing what she knew now. Really, she didn’t think anything could seem unlikely to her at the moment, she was just eager for any answer. She didn’t even notice White’s searching for something in her purse, it was almost like she’d forgotten that she was kind of in the middle of a conversation. That is, until she was directly addressed again and actually had to respond, at which point she seemed to snap back into focus with a smile on her face.

Only for that smile to turn into a brief look of confusion as she was given...a bit of a strange request. Could this girl not read or something? She did mention not getting through the invitation. Rose couldn’t decide if she admired the boldness in asking for such a simple task to be done for her or pitied it. Either way, though, it seemed that it had to be done.

“S...Sure! Now that I think about it, I probably could have guessed from your outfit, but...hello Ms. White! I think everyone’s aliases will be pretty easy to guess, actually, if they have to do with the colors they’re wearing...though then again, maybe not, since I’d expect something more simple like Ms. Pink for myself, no need to be all fancy with the Madame Rose.”

“And you can call me by both or either, I don’t mind! Not like it’s my real name, after all. No need for me to care about how it’s said.”

i know a candy man | rusty | prolo | attn: rose

Following his conversation with Fuchsia and departure from the starting zone, Rusty had spent the next hour or so wandering around, looking for Love Gems. It wasn’t anything he was unused to, of course, as he had gone through the inevitable Normie Grinding ™ in both Aichuu and Love Live. In fact, he considered this much more fun! With Watson trailing behind him dutifully, he managed to locate a grand total of 5 whole gems on his grand search, the last of which involved a staredown with a picture of a really nasty-looking green-haired person. They really looked like an asshole. Still, Rusty’d gotten a gem from them, so he could leave soon after, and quickly enough he was located… at the loveca machine! Ready to spend!

“Ally-oop, prayin’ for good luck!”

Thanks, Rusty, that’s really gonna help. As the machine stops rattling, he eagerly reaches for his items, pulling out…

# 40 Class Photo! A large class of 30 students standing in rows of ten smiling at the camera on their big day! One lone child in this picture isn’t smiling. Their messy black hair obscures their face. But they’ve been positioned on the end of the third row the only non smiling child towers over their classmates.

# 140 Japanese Horror Game Guide An anthology of all the horror video games made in Japan. It’s clearly used, based on all the dog-eared pages. The section with the most folded pages, however, is the section dedicated on fan-made games.

# 91 Elephant Plush Your very own personal pet elephant that you can bring everywhere with you. The patchwork gives it a very homely feeling. It looks much happier in your arms. Could it be your next best friend?

# 122 Picture of Umi Sonoda A beautiful, printed out picture of an UR Umi card from the game Love Live! A happy waifu makes a happy laifu!

“Wah! Umi! And this plush is cute, too…”

He didn’t really know what the other two things were, and wasn’t interested in them, either. They’re tucked unceremoniously under his arm, the other two things held more gently as he registers the last item.

# 2 { Rose Tolerance } The owner of the keycard with this skill equipped will gain a higher tolerance to strong smells and messy scenes, allowing them to investigate gorier and gross murders without being ill.

This was weird.

“Gory murders? Jeez, at least give a guy some training or something… I’m no private eye! Kyehehe, how useless… shoulda gone to someone else.”

Still, he was the recipient, so he simply sighs and puts his keycard away, toting his new loot off to his room.

★★★

With that done, Rusty is off once more, this time with an old-fashioned polaroid camera around his neck and a bag under his arm. Who knew what he was planning to photograph, but he definitely has a location in mind. Maybe he’s going to go use his weird new skill to commit murder?

It becomes clear when he reaches his destination– the candy counter, where he stands looking in delight at the variety of sweets available. He even seems to be singing a little song, although it’s mostly made up of him repeating the word “Candy!” over and over at various pitches. After a moment of deliberation, he turns to look down at the dog ever-following him, wagging his finger sternly.

“Now, now, Sonchan, you can’t have any of these. They’ll make you sick! Got it?”

The poor dog gives him an exasperated look, as she always does, and he looks sheepish as if she’s scolded him.

“Don’t look at me like that, okay? I just wanna keep you safe, y'know…”

As he carries out this elaborate conversation, acting as if Watson is actually responding to him (really, how lonely is the guy that he acts like this is completely normal to do in public), Rusty finally notices that he’s not actually alone at the candy counter. Thank’s, Dude!

With an exclamation of surprise, he stops talking to his dog and turns towards the other person– a very pretty girl, if he (and Finn) had anything to say about it– and performs a very elaborate bow. Sadly, he doesn’t tip his hat, but maybe that’s for the best.

“Jeez, how rude of me to carry on like you weren’t even here, darlin’. Are you lookin’ to get some candy, too? There’s a wide array, huh? It’s hard to pick… hey! I’ve got an idea!”

Oh no.

“You’ve gotta come over here, okay? Don’t worry, I’m not gonna try anythin’, but we’ve gotta be like… super secret agents!”

With that, he drops into a surprisingly agile crouch and scurries over to hide behind the edge of the staircase out of Colleen’s line of sight, beckoning Rose to follow him. Why god.

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There’s still much of the building to explore even on just the first floor, leaving Rose with quite the decision to make - where does it sound most important to look? A study, a loonge, a coat room, a...candy counter? Interesting. Perhaps not the most useful thing around, at least not the most obviously useful, but...Rose couldn’t exactly say she didn’t want a little bit of candy. There couldn’t be any harm in going there at least, just to check it out. And maybe get some candy if nobody was there to look (and judge).

She’s greeted by two things at the candy counter, one expected, one unexpected. What’s expected is, of course, the candy. And, she supposed, Colleen being there was somewhat expected as well, since of course they would need someone to watch over the candy and make sure none was stolen. She considered for a moment if getting candy would be alright since it was only Colleen there, but before she could really make a decision she noticed that it was in fact not only Colleen there - which is where the more unexpected part came in.

Also at the candy counter was a boy talking to a dog.

It was his dog, she presumed, since it was following him around and he was talking to it after all. And maybe it wasn’t so strange to talk to a dog. What did she know? She’d never been around one for more than a few hours. But still, she couldn’t help but think it was a little weird that he was basically trying to carry a conversation with a dog. She didn’t really know what to do. Should she say something? Should she just let it happen? Did he even know she was there? What’s happening. She just decided to let it happen until he noticed she was there and said something to her instead of the dog. Admittedly, she didn’t quite know how to feel about that bow, but she had other things to think about.

“Oh, don’t worry about it...! And, ah...I don’t know, I’m really just looking around. I wouldn’t mind a piece or two, I suppose, but-”

Well it looks like something completely different is happening now.

She tilts her head in confusion and stares at him, unsure whether or not to follow. What could possibly go wrong? Is the last (stupid) thought she has before shrugging and deciding that she could handle whatever might happen, and following his lead. Once she was sitting beside him, hidden out of Colleen’s sight as well, she looked towards him expectantly.

“So what’s this mysterious plan? Must be important to require not just secrecy but super secrecy.”

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“Oh my.”

A very subdued reaction given the situation that the girl now to be known as Ms. White had found herself in. Especially given the girl herself.

While of course being something of an active individual White decided not to display that particular trait right away, continuing to lay where she had found herself even as the voices ringing around the room became louder and more involved. It was only at the mention of an invitation of some description that finally perked White up- well, to tell the truth, it was more the implication that someone could have been pilfering, as the frog head boy had put it. Oh gosh. Mama had always told her to be careful-!

Alright, let’s sit up then! One, two- good job, nicely done! A smoothing out of her dress’ skirt - oh this was a nice one, thank goodness, at least she would be waking up here with some dignity! - before White began patting her hands around herself, a frown becoming more and more pronounced on her face before being abruptly wiped away as her hands finally closed on a small purse. There we go! A surge of relief. Now. what was this about an invitation?

Ah.

Unfortunately White didn’t quite manage to pass beyond ‘You have been’ before something else was being brought to her attention- oh well! She could deal with this particular scrap of paper later. After doing a small bit of subdued juggling with paper keycard and purse White deemed herself ready to listen again and so she did just that, all the while kicking her legs where she sat like an eager-to-get-going child might.

(Snowed in, though?… Easily sorted in many a way in time, right? No cause for concern!)

Perhaps she should go back to that invitation now.

It was this that White was frowning at when suddenly another presence made itself known to her; actually directly to her this time- and that alone was enough to remove the frown from her expression again! Snapping her gaze up from the paper a bright smile came to the girl’s face, White instantly jumping to her feet with a clatter of her heels and a giggle, clearly brightened up by both the sudden company and the pun.

“Hee hee! Good one! I have to to say all that was… well, nothing I expected at all, buuuuuut I suppose it had its own charm! Oh! But a pleasure to meet you too- ah-”

Seemed that White had suddenly ground to a halt despite obviously getting into an excited gear, an air of sheepishness clouding her expression with a gloved finger being briefly pressed to her lips like one might to silence someone.

“…Ohhhhh. I’m not quite sure where to go with that introduction..! Aaaaaaadmittedly, I don’t have much idea what’s going on here- I didn’t even make it through this yet, you see! I’m just going off what I heard!” A brief wave of the invitation she still held, with perhaps a little more enthusiasm than was necessary. "Ah well. I suppose I’ll get there- eventually! Oh, oh, wait-! Could you maaaaaaaybe help a girl out? It seems like you know your stuff already-!“

Well, Rose, you now have White biting her lip and looking at you more than a little eagerly. Good luck.

Well, she couldn’t say she wasn’t disappointed that of course she had chosen to approach someone who not only didn’t know what was going on, but didn’t even seem to bother with trying to figure out by reading the information given to them, but no matter. She seemed to be a nice enough girl to converse with for now, and Rose wasn’t the type to just ignore someone and walk away as soon as she realized they couldn’t help her (unlike a certain dead magician who will go unnamed).

Even more than that, the girl was asking her for help - and how could she turn that offer down? She perked up and tried to stand even straighter up than she already was (though unfortunately not much could be done about the height the other girl had on her).

“Of course, happy to help! According to the invitation, it would appear that we’re in a building called the Tudor Hotel, where we’re supposed to be staying until December 29th to meet a mysterious person called Inspector Pry. I believe we’re to meet with him on the 25th, so we’ll be staying here through the holidays, which is odd, but I guess what’s happening. You wouldn’t happen to have any memory of making plans like that, would you?”

Her smile faded just slightly as she continued.

“Ah...I’m afraid that there’s not much more I can tell you that we both didn’t hear already. But we’ll find out eventually, right! If this meeting is coming up, I guess it’s only a matter of time...”

“Oh! And another thing, I forgot to introduce myself! Apparently we’re supposed to be going under aliases while we’re here instead of our actual names. So, hello! My, uh, “name”-” She put air quotes around the word. “- is Madame Rose! What’s yours?”

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s1, e2: Merry Christ || prologue || rose || attn: peach

With clearly nothing better to do than explore the strange hotel in which she was apparently confined for god knows how long, it only seemed natural to Rose that that’s exactly what she would do. If she wasn’t going to get answers from the only people who openly seemed to know what was going on, she would just have to go on a hunt for them herself. A hunt which, unfortunately, left her mostly empty handed. But at least it was a nice hotel, right?

For the time being, she was sticking to the first floor, since there seemed to already be a lot of different rooms to explore. The crowd once initially gathered in the lobby had long since dispersed, leaving Rose with plenty of room to go where she pleased with little chance of being interrupted. The most obvious place to go seemed to be into the hall and trying to get through the front door, but it was useless - just as Colleen had said, they were snowed in. At least that much was actually true, and she hadn’t just made it up to keep them all inside.

Unsure where a good place to really start would be, Rose turned to her keycard for help. She was grateful for the map feature that it provided, and paused right where she was standing to look at it and decide where to go. No place seemed more likely to have some kind of clue than the next, but it didn’t seem less likely either - until she spotted an area that was apparently a courtyard. Well, courtyards were outdoors, weren’t they? Which meant that if she could access the courtyard, that’s at least one place she can go that’s outside. Did it really mean anything? No. But was she going to pretend it was a big important discovery? You guessed it.

When she got to the courtyard, however, she was a bit disappointed to find that there was really nothing more to see than a Christmas tree. She thought how strange it was for her to not only suddenly be at this hotel for some reason, but for her to be here so close to Christmas - surely her family would want her around for the holidays?

“What the heck is going on here…?”

She wondered aloud, staring up at the Christmas tree with such rapt attention that she wouldn’t have even noticed if someone were to come up behind her…

s1, e1: pilot || rose || re: game start, attn: white

There were probably worse ways to be woken up than by a strange man wearing a Kermit head.

However, in the situation where she actually was awoken by a strange man wearing a Kermit head, that wasn’t exactly the first thought that Rose had. Rather, her first thought was something along the lines of “This is not my bed, this is not my house, this is not a person that I know" followed by a slightly frightened sounding "What the heck?!” that may or may not have been less of a thought, more of a whisper to herself. Unfortunately - or, to her, very fortunately - she quickly became aware of the fact that she was not alone wherever it was she had been sleeping, prompting her to force any worry about the situation that may or may not be rapidly rising right back down where nobody could see it. Within seconds she was sitting up ramrod straight, expression one of only mild confusion as she stared at the strange man (now sans the Kermit head) and listened to him speak.

Listening, however, only brought that mild confusion up to extreme confusion and beyond.

She was relieved when the woman came out, as she seemed to be much more likely to give straightforward answers than a man who walked around with a Kermit head on. But…it seemed like even with her there, there really weren’t that many answers being given. There were letters, there were keycards, and there was a very last minute addition about “By the way, we’re all stuck here!”, but there were no answers. Why did she need an alias? Why was she in a hotel to begin with? Who the heck was Inspector Pry?

Rose wasn’t just going to chalk it down to her own personal forgetfulness. No way.

She briefly scanned the information given on her keycard, looking over the basics, which she already knew about herself, and eyeing the things that she didn’t understand at all - the “attribute” for example.

“Smile, huh…? Figures.”

But this was no time for her to dwell on that - she had answers to seek out, after all. With her keycard in hand as she cursed her dress for it’s lack of pockets, she stood and surveyed the room to find someone who might be able to provide some kind of information. Any at all. Really, though, it seemed like any of them could - she just had to pick a person and hope that maybe they would have something to offer. Which is exactly what she did, spotting a girl and deciding there “Alright, it’s her then." Without a moment of hesitation she headed towards the girl, going right up to her and smiling as though the two of them were already friends.

"Hellooo!” What the heck was that, Rose. “Ah. Pleasure to meet you! How about all that, huh? Weird, yeah, but not the most entertaining or informative to listen to. Even with the frog You know, those Colleen and Lucas people, they put on a good show, but it wasn’t nearly as…”

“…ribbiting as I think they might have hoped! Hehe. Not sorry.”

That was the worst pun I’ve ever heard Rose I hate you.

“In all seriousness though, that stuff was, well, weird, if you’ll excuse the er…simpleness of my vocabulary. Wonder what it could all be about…”

No way is she going to ask outright if the girl knows anything, though.