[So it's like this: the instant she learned the Parade was a thing, she'd started carrying malleable wax around. It's disgusting, jamming it in her ears, but-- and this is important-- it works. There's not a sound she can hear, up to and including whatever the hell the spirits are playing. Not that she ever intends to be caught by them, but no one ever intends to, do they? It's a failsafe, and a smart one.
These are the things she tells herself as she stares over at Newt, hearing completely cut off, sitting as primly as she can on a cold, dirty floor. They've barricaded the doorway, but she isn't too worried about that. It's just a matter of time of waiting the day out, til the parade marches away. She would not, ideally, be stuck in this situation at all, but if she must, at least she's someone intelligent with which to pass the time.
Not that there's a whole lot to do here. Rosalind sighs (silently!) and calls up her device.]
If I ask you why you've been so tetchy all day, are you going to answer, or deflect?
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These are the things she tells herself as she stares over at Newt, hearing completely cut off, sitting as primly as she can on a cold, dirty floor. They've barricaded the doorway, but she isn't too worried about that. It's just a matter of time of waiting the day out, til the parade marches away. She would not, ideally, be stuck in this situation at all, but if she must, at least she's someone intelligent with which to pass the time.
Not that there's a whole lot to do here. Rosalind sighs (silently!) and calls up her device.]
If I ask you why you've been so tetchy all day, are you going to answer, or deflect?