First Rose

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

[An accidental recording, as Angelina gathers her skirts to walk across the grass. Her gown is white and fair, an indicator of her fresh arrival. A red rose is tucked behind her ear to match her hair. She's humming 'London Bridge' to herself.]

London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, My Fair Lady...

[She pauses to smile.]

Well... If I have perceived correctly from the voices filtering through the garden, I can assume this is not Paradise. I do not count myself on one that belongs there anyhow. But I would like to know my companions at the very least.

Hello, who is there?

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[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

This is most certainly is not Paradise. If it ever starts feeling like such, be very, very afraid.

[She gives a cheerful smile and a bow]

My name is Ren Miyaki. A pleasure to meet you

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

[She places an ear to the Vine.]

Ah. So this must be where the voices come from.

A pleasure to meet you, my dear. What a curious name... You must be from the orient?

[nomorefeathers.livejournal.com]

[Yes, well that gets a surprised cough]

Ah, yes, I am from Japan. No one really uses the term "Orient" any more.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Japan! Why- I did not mean to insult you, dear. That is how my friend Lau refers to himself.

Fascinating place... Wonderful tea and silks.

[falterderleere.livejournal.com]

[Staring at this entry forever. Then, she activates the voice-only feature when she can control her voice enough to stay calm.]

Neither Paradise nor a dream, my Lady.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

[Angelina seats herself then, cupping a large frond she had discerned the voice emanated from.]

Grell, darling, is that you?

[falterderleere.livejournal.com]

[Darling? That was strange, that she'd still be so affectionate...]

Indeed, Madame. Have you recently arrived?

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Hello, I am here.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Hello. Who are you, little one?

[border-phantasm.livejournal.com]

Little? Really? I'm probably older than you are.

[readitinabook.livejournal.com]

There's a bridge? It's falling?

I didn't realize how dangerous this place was...

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Oh! No, no, darling, it's a song! A lullaby! To soothe little children to sleep.

Have you not heard it?

[readitinabook.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's very soothing. Someone should make up a better song.

No, I've never heard of any London Bridge.

voice.

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ Nevermind the question; Birdie's ears perked up at the sound of the sing-song tone the lullaby has been delivered. It doesn't take long for her to hum along, a perfect copy of Red's melody. ]

Re: voice.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Oh! Have I a little sparrow?

[Switching tunes.]
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for my Master, one for my Dame,
but none for the little boy who cries in the lane.

voice.

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ She smiles at the song, can't help but to laugh a little; it's sort of like the lullabies told to children and she does like them. ]

Not a sparrow, no. [ She says, but she isn't very interested in giving a proper answer, too focused on the song. ] Are you, a sparrow, singing? Do you know more, can I listen?

[shanghaiworld.livejournal.com]

Alice Margatroid, although I doubt my name is familiar to you.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Alice! What a darling name. The name is not familiar, but it sounds so. Where are you from?

[shanghaiworld.livejournal.com]

A land sealed off from the rest of the world.

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[quarkleader.livejournal.com]

[As Maria would prefer to introduce herself to whose whose face she can see, she puts on the video function. There is now a serious-faced young woman with long blue hair in the mirror.]

The name's Maria Traydor, and you're certainly right in that this isn't "Paradise" at all. Many of us, including myself, have been stuck here for almost three weeks with no sign of a way back home, and I don't trust the woman running this place at all.

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[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Ah! [Inching close to the frond to look.]

Hello. I understand the frustration with being trapped... but has she harmed you at all?

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[quarkleader.livejournal.com]

... is this your first time using the Vine? It would do you good to ask one of the cats for a guide, if you haven't already done so. It's one of the only things they'll actually give you information on, after all.

[Frownyface.] Not so far, but I don't like the way she's blatantly keeping secrets from us at all. I wouldn't be surprised if that caused us harm further down the line... which is why I'm planning to find out what she's hiding from us for myself. [She says the last line with a resolute expression.]

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

Most people guess this is the afterlife or a dream first. The jury is still out on the latter, but it's probably not the former.

[redtribution.livejournal.com]

Probably not. But, it doesn't seem terrible so far.

[hotshot-momma.livejournal.com]

As prisons go, it's not exactly uncomfortable, no.