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"I'm waiting in the back like you asked. I'll be leaving if I'm not let in within the minute," read the text that Sailor Rosalind sent to Chaonis. And she meant it!

Unfortunately, the back door flung open not even ten seconds later. What, had he been standing around, waiting for her? What a loser. Rosalind glared at Chaonis as she let herself in, walking past him with her nose in the air. "I was about to leave, you know. You're lucky I'm even here tonight, Chaonis." She traipsed down the empty aisles of books, making her way to an open area of tables and lamps. Her arms were crossed the entire time, her face had an imperious expression.

To be completely honest, she only knew a little bit more than Chaonis did. Perseus had told her about her adventure into space, and how to do it-- but she had never done it herself. "Of course I've been to space. I've done it tons of times, you know. But why would I want to teach you how to do it?" She said it teasingly, her hands on her hips. "What's in it for me?"

"Maybe I'll send you to the Sun." Rosalind rolled her eyes and pulled her phone out, clicking it open. There was a specific sequence you had to press to get to where you wanted... what was it, again? Ugh, this was so bothersome-- but she couldn't go back now. "You're a real pain, you know that? Give me your hand."

She extended a gloved hand towards Chaonis, her palm upwards. She was about ninety percent sure that she knew the code to get to outer space, and it didn't hurt to try, did it? "If we're not holding hands, you'll be left back here. Watch what I do. Oh, and trust me when I say that the last thing I would like to be doing is holding your hand."

Her face was red all the while, of course.

"Don't rush me," Rosalind spat, punching in the last digit of the number on her cell phone.

And suddenly, Rosalind felt extremely fatigued. She collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air-- it felt as though she had just ran a marathon. Her first instinct, of course, was to blame Chaonis. "What did you do?!" Picking herself up slowly, dusting her fuku off, Rosalind studied her surroundings.

Uhm. Where were they? She was inclined to think it was the asteroid, Chaonis, but it couldn't be, as there was a giant, golden statue of Sailor Rosalind in front of the two, striking a sassy pose. Behind her, and far off into the distance, stood a rustic-looking palace that was a sullen gold color-- there were chunks and pieces missing from the architecture, but there was no mistaking that it was a palace.

Suspended in the night sky (or was it the day sky? One couldn't tell in space) was a powdery blue planet, the Sun far off in the distance. Around the massive building were multiple, gem-laden flowers-- rubies, sapphires, topaz, all sorts of gems-- lined the gold-paved streets.

"Uhm." It's all she could manage-- she looked at Chaonis sheepishly. It wasn't like she could lie about where they were, what with a giant statue in her visage being before them and all. It was gaudy!

"I did nothing except as I was told. Your presence ruined our direction. You're lucky we didn't end up in the Sun, or maybe in a black hole. That's the last time I go with you!" She flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow in a bluffing manner. What reason did he have to not believe her? After all, she had done it many times before.

Rosalind's first instinct was to cover her chest, which she did, of course. "Don't talk about my breasts so flippantly." She turned red, except darker than before. "In fact, even better-- don't speak of them at all. Ever again." She didn't uncross her arms, and probably wouldn't until she forgot about them-- which wouldn't be for awhile.

Part of her felt good that Chaonis was impressed with her moon. As it should be! Everyone should be impressed. It was rightfully so. But the only thing on her mind was the fact that she needed maids, and stat. "I. I'm not sure if I want to go in there-- what if it falls on top of us? I mean, it's pretty and all, but..."

"Oh, fine. I'll go-- if you touch anything, I'm chopping off your hand and throwing it into outer space. I'm not kidding, either." Rosalind followed after Chaonis, albeit slowly, since she was still rather tired. "It's my palace, so there's no doubt a lovely bounty to be found inside. But no touching!"

When the two came to the gilded doors of the palace, stopping, Rosalind was pretty eager. All this hype for him to just stand around? Pushing him forward and bursting through the door, Rosalind smiled triumphantly. "The coast is clear, I'm assuming?"

Daintily stepping over Chaonis, who was still sprawled on the floor from being shoved through the doors, Rosalind swatted a hand through the air to clear the dust. Unfortunately, it was rather dark-- not pitch black, but dim. The two appeared to be in a hallway with several arching doors.

"So. Where to? I would give you a tour, but... I'll just leave the suspense to you." The truth was she didn't want to fall into a bottomless pit and didn't want to fall into a black space abyss.

Better Chaonis than her, of course.

"Uh-- in case you hadn't noticed, that room is pitch black? I don't know, maybe you have night vision, but I don't." The way he looked back at her signified that, obviously, he could care less. "Ugh, fine." She trotted past Chaonis, their shoulders bumping aggressively, towards a barely-visible ray of light a few feet away. As it turned out, there were drapes-- silky and thick-- and not hesitating for a moment, Rosalind pushed one to the left, and one to the right, letting a dim, blue-hued light fill the room.

The following sight was astonishing. Many, many marble busts filled the room, all of Rosalind and her lovely visage. There was one bust for every emotion fathomable-- angry, happy, sad, laughing, disenchanted, mildly hungry, possibly offended-- they were all there. The auburn-haired sailor soldier felt as though she wanted to turn into stone along with her busts. She just knew Chaonis would have something to say. She. Just. Knew it.

"If you touch it," she said grimly, "I'm taking one of your ears. Actually, no. I'm taking your tongue, because you don't even use your ears anyway. But you sure do flap your tongue around, don't you?" Rosalind looked around the room, visibly annoyed, trying to find another door for them to go through. The sooner they left her room of precious art, the better. "Moving on, moving on," she began, slapping Chaonis' hand away from her bust (the statue kind, of course), "we're going this way." She put her hands on his back, guiding him towards a golden door. What was on the other side, she didn't know-- but it was probably something fabulous. "Over here is my. Uh-- it's myyyyyyyyyyy..." She traipsed forward, pushed the doors open, and peeked in. "It's my bathing room," the auburn-haired soldier called out. "Yes, and it's quite lovely, even in disrepair."

This room had a source of light already, seeing as there was a giant, massive hole in the ceiling. It was expansive and filled with dead plants, but it seemed to be a once-verdant room, filled with sparkling water and such. For a moment, a very brief moment, Rosalind saw a once-glimmering room, filled with light and water, and many exotic plants. In the center of the pool was a gazebo-like area, raised above the water, and filled to the brim with extravagant pillows and silky drapes.

But then it was gone, and there was a massive hole in its place. She wondered what had happened. "Did you see that?" Rosalind inquired, tilting her head inquisitively.