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 Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 10:50 pm
 The BeginningSurprising? A little, well quite a bit actually. The card had arrived via normal post, but with no postmark. It was beautifully done, the accents and the simple lettering. "030 Project", it was no wonder that she called in. However, the tale that Shy dazzled her with sounded somewhat less then credible. Fae, existing, in real life. It was a joke, but Ronnie's sense of adventure would not be shmushed! So, so accepted his charge of being a beta tester. There might have been some mention of live sacrifices but, she just blocked that part out. Later, she found the jar sitting on her doorstep, along with a peculiar(sp?) device. There was a note on the same rich looking paper with it. "You need to make a LIVE offering in the jar, or it won't attract a fae. The offering is up to you, but remember, it has to be alive!" Ronnie read to herself. "But I don't have anything alive." Still, she took the jar and device inside and set it on her coffee table. Perhaps a half hour was spent staring at the jar, as if that would magically make something happen. When that didn't work she took to pacing. "What on earth am I supposed to give you? Even if I were to give you something, wouldn't it be like, illegal somewhere? Animal sacrificing and all." She stopped her continual moving to stare at the jar again. "This is hopeless." So saying, she stalked off into the kitchen. Breakfast food was the only remedy to stress in her book. Yet, when she opened her refridgerator, the answer was there. An egg. Not the variety you find in a fridge, but the real kind. If she was not mistaken, and she wasn't, she had an actual demoiselle crane's egg under a heat lamp. She hadn't turned it down when her sister gave it to her as a gift, but honestly, she didn't want a bird around the house. Maybe, she could just put the egg in the jar and then put the heat lamp over that. It wasn't actually sacrficing animals, it was re-locating it! Yes, that was it. Rather pleased with herself, Ronnie ran off to retrieve the egg. It only barely fit into the jar, but it worked and she situated the lamp on top of it. There, her job was done, and with that she turned around to go finish breakfast.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 11:53 pm
{030} Project ^^ congratulations VO. ^^ Your jar is glowing. They don't do much at this stage, except glow just slightly, rather like a heartbeat. Some have been noted to have odd characteristics. VO's will make cracking sounds. The way an egg is about to hatch, really. Stick something foreign in and it will part the glow like gas. Yay!
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 5:33 am
Nereida clings to Silverah's pants leg and frowns at the brown, paper-wrapped box her caretaker is holding. "Where're we going?" she prompts.
Silverah looked down at her charge and held a finger over her mouth. "I'm just dropping off a present for one of the new children," she explains.
Ner frowns. "I never get any presents," she frowns, lowering her voice to an ocean-sounding whisper. "Why's the new kid get presents?"
"Because it's a nice thing to do," sighs Silverah, placing the box down on the doorstep. "I'll get you something later if you clean your room. Now come on."
They leave. When you open the box, you find an adorable little bird stuffed animal.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 6:52 pm
 July 11, 2006 6:13 pm
I woke up this morning to find two surprises waiting for me. One was sweet and unexpected, the other, well it was very different...
It's sad I am to say, that at first I didn't even notice the change. I heard it, the faint crackling, like a stereo out of tune and on low. This wasn't really un common at my apartment, I'm always forgetting things and what not. So, ignoring the sound, promising to fix it later, I decided to step out and water my plants.
Or I would've if I hadn't stumbled over a package. I'm kind of a klutz that way... sweatdrop But, apparently, someone else by the name of Silverah has gone through this whole jar thing before and decided to leave my jar a present. As it wasn't addressed to me, I only brought it in the house. I thought to put it on the mantel by the jar, but instead of seeing the jar with the egg inside... there was a pulsing light radiating out of it. Needless to say, I was rather freaked. (I accidentaly dropped the package... but it seemed alright!)
Upon closer inspection, it appeared the the jar was emitting the odd crackling noise. Most un-settling. There was an odd gas like substance inside the jar, but it neither evaporated or exited the jar. It merely continued to pulse and make the strange noise.
I want to say that it will be alright, but I don't see that happening. I may have to call Professor Shy again and find out if this was the appropriate response to stimuli. God, do I hope so.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 11:20 pm
July 12, 2006 5:43 pm Today was... un-eventful. Lately, that seems more like a blessing than anything else. How very sad. The jar still glows, and cracks, and creeps me out just a little... I'll get used to it... I hope. stare My head tells me that I've finally snapped and am having hallucinations, but I can't help but think that my heart's right, that this is all as it should be. I hate not knowing what's going on. So, why haven't I called Shy? Well, because that would require admiting that all this fanciful stuff was real. So, as an alternative, I'll call Rias over. At least I'll be able to just set my load onto someone else that way. He's kind of fanciful, so mayhaps he'll convince me to believe it. Wait, no, I know I believe it, now I just have to accept it, or something like that. I'm tired, I'll call Rias tomorrow... sleep now.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 1:58 pm
The one with the disbelief...
These days, you could hardly change the channel without finding a reality tv show. Of course, those were Ronnie's favorite kind, but she wanted something different. So, she settled on "Friends". Being a slightly pathetic kind of person, she not only knew what episode, but spoke to the tv as well.
It was at the end of the 3rd season, when Chandler was trying to convince Monica that he was boyfriend material. "You great boob Monica, don't you realize you'll be stuck with him forever!!!" She was curled up on her couch in an oversized black sleepshirt and hugging a pillow.
The jar, largely unnoticed at the time, was still on the mantle. After it'd begun to glow she realized that the need of the heat lamp was futile and removed it. The package from Silverah was also sitting next to the jar.
Too busy yelling at the sitcom, Veronica didn't notice when he entered. Rias Kain was, in the simplest term, the love of her life. Average height, with brown hair and hazel eyes. The man was too silent when he moved, it was almost un nerving. So, when he reached down to play with her hair from behind the couch, it was no surprise that Ronnie let out a yelp of surprise.
"You nearly killed me!!!!" She whipped her head around to stare at him with evil eyes. "Make some noise when you come in or something!!!!"
"I did, you were too busy giving love advice to tv characters." He smiled at her angry face and went off to the kitchen.
"Don't you walk away from me!" She scrambled over the back of the couch to hunt him down. "If you don't cut the smart a** act I'll be giving love advice to more than just tv characters."
"Hush." He began rumaging through her cabinets and finally spun on his heel to accuse her. "You're out of bagels!"
"I know," she said rather smugly, "I ate the last one this morning." She gave him a toothy grin and flounced back into the living room. He would follow, he always did. Finding her way to the mantle, she carefully took down the jar.
"Well you better go and get some more right now!" He stormed out of the kitchen in her wake and was about to continue in his complaining. "That's just mean you kno... what's that?"
"This is why I asked you over today. It's going to be my child."
"You're WHAT?!" He looked so stunned that Veronica had to smother her laugh. It was exactly the reaction she'd been looking for, and it made telling him about it much easier.
She explained all about her receiving of the jar and the glowing that began. Now all that was required of Rias was his easily won over acceptance of it.
"Well, I think it's fantastic!" He hugged her and the jar, careful not to shmush it. "It'll be our family."
Ronnie blanched slightly... our family? She avoided that subject dutifully and busied herself with placing the jar back upon the mantle. "Well you're going to have to help me alot then! I'm not so good with the kid idea."
"Sure, it'll be really fun!" His enthusiasm did much to soothe her nerves. Perhaps she'd survive this after all.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 10:21 am
{030} Project And we have another girl! She's naked, like the rest- and except for the eyes and the ears, she could pass as human. Taller than most children, she'll grow rather quickly. Height wise, anyways. (VO sacrificed a baby egg to the jar... T3T who knows what the consequences will be?) She doesn't seem to be incredibly happy about this though, and enthralled by things that could prove to become a problem. ^^;; Oh well. Hopefully, things will work out between herself and her guardian. Perhaps they've both survive this after all.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 11:10 am
Well, aren't we rude? The day at the beach had been fun, but Ronnie had to duck out early. She had mountains of housework waiting at her apartment and she'd procrastinated enough already. If nothing else, the beach had proved the 030 project to be true and quite interesting. If she wasn't mistaken, Ronnie was beginning to feel like having a child wouldn't be so bad. In fact, she was going to clean out that second bedroom today. There was a futon in there somewhere... she was sure... sweatdrop Her dreams of a happy nice child were quickly shattered when she opened the door into her living room. She heard her before she saw her. "You there, with the bad clothes! This is your place is it?" Ronnie whipped her head around to find the intruder and settled on the naked girl on her couch. She almost looked human, but the eyes and ears gave her away. Her eyes were the color of crushed garnets and her ears were pointed. Her hair fell well down her back and had to great strikes of white in all the inky blackness. "Hello? Aren't you goin' to say something?" Ronnie had to shake herself out of shock. "Who... who are you?" She cautiously shut the door and leaned back against it, wanting a quick escape. "Well you've got nerves in spades then don't you?" She said in an airy sarcastic tone. The child stood up from her spot on the couch. "I'd be Dierdre." When Ronnie still only gave her a blank look the fae pointed wildly at the mantle where the jar used to be. "The fae?" "You're! You're my fae?!" Ronnie looked stunned and wondered how she'd ended up with such a rude mouthed brat. She edged off the door and walked forward to get a better look at the girl. "Oy, you're not so quick with the words then eh?" Dierdre wandered off toward the extra bedroom, "and you better be joking if you think I'll be sleeping in this room." Crossing the hallway she took a peek into Ronnie's room. "Or this one... Woman, don't you have an ounce of style in you?" Finally the shock began to pass, and the insults began to get through. "Now just a minute! I didn't know when you'd be arriving. I didn't have time to prepare, half the time I didn't even think you were going to exist ever! So, stop you're little ranting and sit still!" At this Dierdre raised and eye brow and tilted her head so she seemed to be looking down at Ronnie. "Well, if'n you don't be wanting me, then I certainly won't be wanting you." She began to head for the exit and had nearly opened the door when Ronnie grabbed her round the middle and hauled her back. "What the bloody hell are you doing? Turn me loose you badger!" She carried her all the way to the couch and set her down. "I guess we haven't got off to a good start. I'm Veronica Orcot, and I'll be your guardian. You caught me off guard so I may not have been as quick as you'd like. But I promise we'll clean out the extra room and do it up to your liking." Dierdre fumed, and then grumbled a bit, but finally replied, "Sure, and I'd be Dierdre... you're fae. Do I have to take that awful last name of yours?" When Ronnie only nodded Dierdre rolled her eyes. "Fine then, I'd be in the way of being Dierdre Orcot." Little did Ronnie know, that her entire next paycheck would go to renovating little Dierdre's room.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 12:11 am
 July 28, 2006 12:01 am
It's a chore it is, to be living in this dump. I'd swear on whatever diety you call upon that Veronica has no style what so ever. Un-earthing the bed in my room took a full day and what's a body to do without a bed? I was reduced to sleeping on the couch as I was afraid her bad taste would rub off on me by staying in her bed.
I've no doubt that once I've the funds, I can transform my room though. Shouldn't be too difficult. Sure... and I'm a faerie princess... er... well I've not got the princess part down yet.
Oy, and I've met this Rias Kain person that Veronica is so attached to. I'll say this, that man has got style in spades, makes a girl wonder how Veronica snatched him?
Also, I've noticed something on our mantle in the living room... something familiar. Truth be told, it's got me a bit scared. Though gods know I'd never tell Veronica that. But... it's a jar, and all too familiar jar. The great turnip hasn't said anything, but I've a wonder if'n it's not another fae.
It's slightly offended I am, what, I'm not good enough for her. If she has any stroke of luck, it's that I'm here to right her decorative wrongs. Egh... I'll be watching it for any un-settling behavior. Couldn't see what she put in it though... how annoying.
Right, I've about had me fill of this writing trough today. I'm off for my new copy of Vogue.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 12:41 am
Un-determined date
Well, where to start then? So much has happened, Ronnie's got two new children, a boy named Jack who is based off of the Pirates of the Caribbean and a babe who seems to be based off of a red panda. Jack seems alright, and has taken to following me every now and then. It's a bit annoying, but I can tell that he knows I'm the boss of this home. So I allow it.
I can't say much as to the new one, Nydia, she doesn't do much...
Oh, the best part that's happened, we've got a new apartment! Just moved the other day! And I've got my own room! S'not like that's going to last though. Soon as Nydia gets bigger I'll probably be forced to share, s'long as she knows I'm boss here!
Oh, and I met a new friend! She's actually Nereida's sister and seems a lot smarter than any of the other kids I've met. She really likes dance and we want to take ballet together. It'll be really fun, probably more fun than the ballroom classes I've made Gage take with me!
And I've got a pet! Ghaliya! Although she's more a companion of sorts. I let her think she's got the last say in arguements, but we both know that I'm the brains here. I've got to say though, she's got an eye for fashion, even if she can't wear clothes. We've got a symbiotic relationship I guess.
Anyhow, I'm bored of this now, I'll write again at some other point... maybe...
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