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[FloweringStar]

*runs in, panting, and grabs Rose's ear.* Rosie Jo, you're gonna get it.

[BlueRose]

*teleports out of Hobbit's reach.* You have no power here!

[FloweringStar]

*smiles sweetly* I have all the power, Rosie Jo, dear friend who has a S-I-S-T-E-R C-O-M-P-L-E-X.

[BlueRose]

I do, Hobbit dear, and I'm totally chill with that.

For everyone who wants to know and does not want to know, my username is something I borrowed from both of my big sisters. My oldest sister used to tell stories about a magical blue rose, and my other sister's middle name is Rose.


Tada! No secrets here!

[Rusvul]

Did you now? Care if I... Borrow... those thoughts? I'll get your memories back to you... Eventually... Ehehhh...

[BlueRose]

Huh? Why? You don't need them.

[Rusvul]

Don't I?

[BlueRose]

And, now that I think about it, what thoughts, exactly? The stories of the magical blue rose? Those you can't have, no matter how much you want them.

*smiles* All my memories of my sisters are my treasures, even if I don't get along with them all too well.

[Rusvul]

You know why I need them. And you know which ones I need. All of them, of course. And if you don't know why I need them... I suppose I'll just take your thinking process as well such as it is.

[The Skarzs]

And now my mom is telling bedtime stories of a troll in a cave to my little siblings.

[BlueRose]

You can't have them, Rus.

Good for your mom, Skarzsles!

[Rusvul]

What? Oh, okay, fine...

[BlueRose]

My memories are my own.

[Rainshadow]

  My mom read us Narnia...  Well, Narnia, then Little House on the Prairie (every.  Stinkin'.  Book.  We made it all the way from the Scottish girl to Rose.  Ugh.), Left Behind (I really enjoyed that series), The Zion Chronicles (meh, they were World War II, which my mom loves, but isn't really interesting to me), and finally The Zion Covenant (a sequel series that totally forgot about the original characters and introduced twenty billion new ones so as to make it ridiculously confusing).

  Anyway, do you have any more dragon feed, Rose?  The mewling little hatchlings refuse to shut up about food.

[BlueRose]

*Hands Rain several more bags of dragon feed*

My mom read us Narnia, and Redwall, and LoTR, and Hank the Cowdog, and I can't remember what all.