[Rita is out and about in the City, though not quite herself. Rather than ignoring people on her way to wherever she's going, she's busy observing passersby in an almost predatory manner. Patience, though, is wearing thin, and she taps her foot in irritation. An appropriate test subject is needed soon ( Read more... )

Ugh, what a pain! I can't get anything done like this!

--Hey, get back here!

[Rita is more interested in grabbing for some floating tools and equipment than the fact that she's wearing a short skirt with no gravity. She's used to it...]

I'm not cursed today.

[Rita's hideously smug over this fact. Both because she gets to sit out while other people do ridiculous things, and...because of what day it is.]

You better remember to prove how good you are, Tyr!

[Not that she's excited to see his ice-cream-cake-making skills. Not at all! Okay, she totally is.]

Ugh, what a pain. I'm staying in, so don't bug me unless you're worth my time.

[She'd be happy to see people she knows, really...It's just all the other idiots she can't stand.]

[ooc: 4th wall, anything goes!]

Let's get one thing straight: I'm forgetting these curses ever happened, got it? You all should do the same!

[What Rita has failed to notice--but what's pretty obvious to anyone who looks thanks to the green tank top she's wearing--are two or three small fading bruises on the sides of her neck. The genius mage still has some hickeys as a souvenir ( Read more... )

I knew something like this would be simple to figure out. There!

[Rita indicates...what might be an attempt at making a torte. Or a pudding cake. The only sure thing is that it's messy and looks about ready to collapse, two cake layers haphazardly stacked with too-soft and melting ice cream sandwiched between. She's still pretty smug about it, ( Read more... )

[A surprised yelp, splintering wood, and at least a dozen candies in rainbow colours rolling across the floor greet the video.

Rita herself is sticking out of a hole in the wooden floor, her entire torso below her shoulders lost from view. Something small, pink, and blob-like scurries around in the background, but Rita ignores it in favour of ( Read more... )

--iece of junk-! About time!

[When the video finally works, Rita's surprised for a moment. She spares the device a brief glower before glancing away and crossing her arms over her chest in agitation.]

I don't know just how bad this curse is going to get, but...If anyone sees another one of me, you better say something! Got it?

| Private to ( Read more... )

[And here is standing Rita...who doesn't look or even sound particularly different than usual. However, the genius mage is very much male today. And as far as he's concerned, he always has been.]

I hate you and your curses, City.

[He scowls at a blown-up wall in the house. Some of the debris is still lying around ( Read more... )

[The following scenes have posted themselves to the network, without Rita's knowledge:]

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