died8yearsago: (awkward in tank top)
So, the heat frying out all the electricty on the island put a slight hitch in Rosa's plan to just ride out this laundry strike thing by being her usual anti-social self and hiding out in her apartment until it was over. Which was still definitely a plan, but one made slightly more annoying by the lack of air conditioning and other creature comforts. She was maybe about a step away from just dealiing with the fact that her Fandom Gladiator singlet (a little more approriate than the last remaining set of underwear she was wearing now) would just have to do as clothes until she and her bike could get off this island for a while, but there was probably one thing she should take care of before she did that.

come over and help me eat all this ice cream in my freezer before it all melts.

Well, two things, but that text would serve as a catalyst for the second, although Rosa was wondering if she should put it off until things were a little more normal around here again. But she also knew that if she put it off now, she'll probably put it off forever, so she just needed to get it done, get it over with, and move on.

So she sent the text, turned her phone off to help save the battery in case this blackout went on for a while, and went to go light some candles. While actually feeling somewhat grateful that at least the heatwave meant there'd be no way to tell that some of that sweat wasn't from the heat, but instead from the stupid nervous feeling in the pit of her dumb stomach.

At least the windows were all already open, though, in case she needed to make a get-away.

[[ for he of the tightest of pants and the slowest of plays ]]
died8yearsago: (*boyrosa angry)
"God dammit."

Look, obviously, Rosa figured this was going to happen eventually, especially after talking with Kitty about it last night, but she was sort of hoping she'd have time to, you know, prepare for it a little more. Waking up as a dude already sort of put a wrench in her plans to go and pick up some clothes that would likely fit a dude version of herself first thing that morning. She did take a moment to consider if anything she did have would be workable, and only wound up realizing the irony of her nickname for Miguel when she, indeed, seemed to possess nothing but tight pants.

And tight dresses, but that was a whole other thing.

Thankfully, there were other helpful avenues she could take. Well, one, mainly, as she picked up her phone and sent off a quick text:

Guess who needs clothes. And you owe me.

Yeah, she probably could have just asked nicely, but then he's probably just think she'd not only switched bodies, but personalities as well.

[[mostly for the recipient of said text, but, hey, sure, it can be open, too, with a very strong possibility of SP until later!]]

[[ also, I totally had the right apartment building the whole time *waggles fingers* ]]
died8yearsago: (*au - sonia over shoulder)
There were a lot of very confusing (though not entirely bad, which was possibly the most confusing part about all of it) things going on that morning for Sonia when she woke up, to the point where she had to pinch herself a little to make sure it wasn't all just some bizarre dream. She didn't even need to open her eyes to know that she was definitely not in her small village in Colombia, because this bed was much too nice and big. And then there was the room to confirm it once she did open her eyes; no one had a room like this back home, this was the sort of room that belonged in the nice houses that sisters who stole your life from you had in California. Then there was the dog, sleeping in its own bed, inside, and looking far too well fed. And then there was another person in the bed with her that she could already tell was not Antonio Marquez's father with the wooden leg that he lost in the flood.

This place probably even had indoor plumbing that didn't burst or break every three days or so.

She...probably shouldn't question it too much. But, at the same time, Sonia was almost a little too afraid to move or do or say anything or start questioning the mysterious man beside her about her current situation, because that would be just when the other wooden leg would drop...

[[and mostly for that other person, but also open if anyone's wanting to swing around ]]

[[/au spam. for noooow.]]
died8yearsago: (dafuk?)
Thank you, everyone, for helping prove Rosa's point that Valentine's Day was an incredibly dumb day.

The three from Kitty were easily the only ones she could deem acceptable and not terrible. Not only had she wound up with mystery flowers from an anonymous person that really had better not be from who she thought they might be or else she was going to have to be really pissed off, but she also got a weird one from her boss (though, he was right, she did appreciate that it wasn't a rose), and a whole bunch of roses that she couldn't even pretend she hated, even if she tried.

And she had tried.

The worst of it, though, was the fact that someone had gotten her an axe. And not just any axe. This was a giant freaking greataxe nearly half her size. Which was bad ass, she had to admit, but who the hell got people giant axes for the dumbest holiday in the entire world? Anonymously! It wasn't even practical; what was she going to use a greataxe for? Though it would make for a pretty sweet centerpiece for the weapons closet. She had been thinking about reorganizing and redecorating in there, anyway...

Still. An axe? And there was only one person she could think of that would actually get her an axe, if it turns out she got her anything, she was going to be pretty pissed off about it.

She may have given it a few experimental swings around the living room, though, and decided that, okay, so it wasn't so bad. Really unweildy and not very useful, as far as axes go, but she could get used to something like this.

She was still going to be pissed off about it, though.

[[because who doesn't love a good wave of reactions posts? It's open! With the expected V-Day slowness]]
died8yearsago: (leaning on a pillar)
So, Rosa had invited Captain Tightpants over for a...thing. A date...sorta. Not really. Maybe? Whatever, it didn't matter, it was mostly just to prove that RoboCop CyborgPolice was the greatest cop film of all time, and anyone who said otherwise was clearly just a dumb asshole.

Mostly.

Either way, she didn't exactly appreciate that there were gremlins on her balcony right now to boot, but at least they weren't trying to get in, and she'd reminded them that she was very much armed and not afraid to take advantage of it if they got it in their heads to try and get in and get all bitey and make her think she was some flighty princess again. No, apparently, they had no desire to actually come inside, they just wanted to stand out there like idiots, singing Christmas carols, and they weren't even doing a very good job of it.

And then Arlo 2 got it into her head that she wanted to join them. So now she was little out the occasional little tremulous howl to along with the so-called 'singing.'

"Oh, yeah?" Rosa asked her. "This is what we're doing today? Cool. That's not going to get old real fast or anything."

[[expecting he of the tightest of pants, but, yeah, sure, open before his arrival if anyone needs/wants to poke at her]]
died8yearsago: (i know i'm right)
Rosa knew that her dumb, weird dog loved any kind of annoying weather. Arlo 2 was bonkers for running in the rain and diving through the snow, which was cute, sure, but also annoying because then all that rain and snow came inside with her.

And apparently, tinsel-rain was no exception to Arlo 2's love of annoying weather, and she'd spent all morning making it very clear that she wanted to go out and play in it, which was an idea that Rosa, being smarter than that, was not willing to entertaining. "No," she said. "I know how that'll go: we'll go outside, you'll eat that tinsel right up, and then you'll be sick all day. We're not going outside."

But that dog was persistent, and that dog was also very good at whining and scratching sadly at the door and giving Rosa the saddest looks ever and then there was the sad pitiful howls, and, dammit, now Rosa was getting up from the couch where she had been trying to ignore Arlo 2 and going for her coat and the leash.

"Fine," she said, "but don't say I didn't warn you."

Immediately, the whining stopped, replaced by happy little prances, and they made their way downstairs and outside. And, sure enough, not even five steps out, there was Arlo 2, moving in on a pile of freshly fallen tinsel and chomping it right up before Rosa could stop her.

So right back inside they went where, five minutes later, just as Rosa predicted, there was now tinsel-puppy-puke on her floor. "See?" she told the dog, who looked perfectly innocent and confused as to where that tinsel-puppy-puke could have possibly have come from. "What did I tell you? What did I just tell you? God, you're lucky you're cute."

So cute. And Arlo 2 had to emphasize it by taking advantage of Rosa close to the floor cleaning up the mess to give her a well timed and perfectly revolting tinsel-puppy-puke-breath kiss.

"That's disgusting," Rosa informed her, but, so help her, she could not stay mad at that dumb stupid face no matter how hard she tried.

[[because sometimes, a scene just won't leave your head. Open!]]
died8yearsago: (*weetiny - jean jacket)
When Rosa woke up that morning in a nice big bed in a room she didn't really know, she was....a little confused, but not a whole lot, really, someone else was there, too, so it must have just been a whole sleepover situation. Which she didn't usually get invited to, not anymore, not after the whole Maria Valles birthday cake incident, anyway, which was...not to be discussed.

But it didn't matter, not really. She was thirsty and would go poke around to find something to drink. So she sat up, make a particular point out of stretching and yawning, before throwing her blankets off in a way that buried the other person still sleeping, and went out to look around.

And stopped dead in her tracks in the living room.

"Ohmygod," she stared. "They...have...a PUPPY!!!"

Run, Arlo 2! Run!!

[[ mostly for that other person there, but definitely open for anyone else who might like to swing by!]]

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