blastiafreak

[The network gets a close-up of a tuxedo cat's curious face, and then the feline loses interest and moves on--revealing a dozen more cats huddling on a bed and crowding close to Rita, who's quick to complain to her roommate.]

What a pain! Where are these guys all coming from?

[Despite her best attempt to put on a grumpy face, both of her hands are busy skritching ears of the closest cats.

As for said roommate, Estelle sits next to Rita on the bed--and the cats absolutely refuse to come near her, leaving the princess' half of the bed empty except for herself.]

[ooc: Rita is cursed with the (arguably) not-awesome superpower to attract cats today! Estelle is just a natural deterrent.]

[The video's not very clear when it comes on; it's dark and gloomy, showing hints of thick dust and cobwebs--a glimpse of a window reveals deep fog--and then it shifts to Rita's wide-eyed face. When she speaks, she's trying very hard to pretend she's calm...and failing pretty horribly.]

I-is anyone else stuck in this weirdo place? I mean, it's not like I need help or anything, but-

[A loud creak and sudden clatter of footsteps interrupts her, the shutters to the window abruptly blowing open, and she jumps with a yelp.] Aah--! Uh--it's not sc--just where's the exit, already?!

[Maybe realizing that the video's still recording her little freak-out, she quickly shuts it off.]

[ooc: Tags slow forever. ._. Sorry!]

This needs to...No, wait, that's no good...

[The shuffle of papers, the scribbling of a pencil in the background--someone's busy. But the distraction doesn't last long as Rita takes note of the date-]

Wait a minute--September?! How the hell is it--it's almost October again...

How could they bring back Estelle now- What if something-

[ooc: Tags could be late, sorry! I have only about an hour before next class. Strikes are hackable.]

Unbelievable. I am not staying here with all these idiots and this--this dog!

I don't care what this useless thing says--there's no way this is happening. Any idiot knows there's no such thing as curses.

[ooc: Cursed with Feels Like the First Time. Not only is Rita missing her City memories, but she's also from very early canon for the curse (first visit to Aspio/Shaikos Ruins early).]

Ugh, what a pain! I can't get anything done like this!

--Hey, get back here!

[Rita is more interested in grabbing for some floating tools and equipment than the fact that she's wearing a short skirt with no gravity. She's used to it...]

Ugh, what a pain. I'm staying in, so don't bug me unless you're worth my time.

[She'd be happy to see people she knows, really...It's just all the other idiots she can't stand.]

[ooc: 4th wall, anything goes!]

I knew something like this would be simple to figure out. There!

[Rita indicates...what might be an attempt at making a torte. Or a pudding cake. The only sure thing is that it's messy and looks about ready to collapse, two cake layers haphazardly stacked with too-soft and melting ice cream sandwiched between. She's still pretty smug about it, though, like it's the highest-class dessert ever made.]

Genius. Who needs instructions for this?

--iece of junk-! About time!

[When the video finally works, Rita's surprised for a moment. She spares the device a brief glower before glancing away and crossing her arms over her chest in agitation.]

I don't know just how bad this curse is going to get, but...If anyone sees another one of me, you better say something! Got it?

| Private to Estelle |

Be careful today, Estelle. Don't go anywhere without me.