( it seems the small teenager with the shock of pink hair wastes no time exploring the new phone she's been given, sat cross-legged at the back of the carriage, flicking through a whole store's worth of apps while the horses trundle along.

really, you'd be forgiven for thinking that she's just catching a ride back home with how quickly technology has sucked her into blocking out all the weird new stuff around her, but that illusion doesn't last much longer.

you see, the coach just went over a pretty nasty bump right at the same time that Rosa discovers... )

Chirper?! ( okay, this is one bridge too far. she thought giving them phones and picking them up with... whatever those animals are pulling the carriage was weird. being plunged into the lake was weird. but Chirper?

i mean, don't get her wrong, she's downloading it but??? ) If you've got, like, social media and phones, isn't it like, weird not to have e-cars?

( phones = electric. cars = electric. what's the problem here? )

Are the, uh... ( look, Dewell isn't exactly known for its connection to nature and it shows in the confused wrinkling of her nose as she gestures to the front of the carriage. ) those things electric?

( maybe it's just for the aesthetic. )

( the party is pretty fun, and for the duration of it, Rosa can be found at the most important part of the room:

where the food is being served. this is, after all, a whole new world with all new, tasty treats. she can't pass up the opportunity to try a bit of everything and discovers several new favourites along with one particularly sour and bitter concoction she vows never to let near her lips again.

it's all going swimmingly until the first punch is thrown.

panic clenches her lungs, though the orc seems far more concerned with the bouncer and anyone who thinks it's a good idea to get near the two of them than the teenager trying to inhale half the buffet. the singular, all too familiar thought fills her mind:

this place isn't safe

and her plate is dropped, half-eaten, onto the table, the person nearest her grabbed by their forearm and tugged at insistently — come on, move, you're in the way — before Rosa darts, not looking but already seeming to know there's an exit behind them both, a small door which leads to the back of the convention hall.

there'll be time to ask for forgiveness later. she isn't hanging around, and neither should you, so follow her! )

( wanna do something else? hit me. bring me ideas for a familiar and secondary, maybe? )