Rose Lalonde

[The feed is video when it clicks on, and a probably-familiar-looking blonde teenager in a bright orange god hoodie is looking away, listening to one of the drones in the junkyard going through the welcome ramble. Something on the screen catches her eye, and violent eyes flick down to stare at it for a moment before she brings her other hand up to turn it off. For a moment, the feed is just audio, and there’s a soft sound of frustration before it shuts down entirely.]

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Sacrosanct.
As far as names go, I can’t decide whether it’s an omen of something good, or a warning.
The word can go either way, really, and I can’t decide if being forced to violate the ‘purity of location’ aspect is something I’m completely comfortable with.
It would be so much clearer if I’d made the decision myself.
Not that I was given the option.
But judging from what little I’ve read of this electronic community, none of you were either.
I can’t say that’s terribly reassuring, but at least there’s comfort in knowing one does not suffer alone.
Or so everyone claims, I can’t say for certain I agree.
Feel free to chime in on the subject if you’re particularly inclined, I won’t mind.
Anyway.
Hello.
My name is Rose.
Some of you may already be familiar with me.
But I’m new.
…
And I am currently sitting in a field next to a dozing llama, which I can say with complete honesty, I did not see coming.
I suspect that will only be funny for a few of you.

Hey, HMDing, etc. Everyone knows the drill by now. Lemmie know!

Rose is a rather new muse, so I'm still banging out the rough edges. Comments are screened and anonymous commenting is enabled.