"what were you doing on the floor?"\n\n"oh! i was being on the floor."\n\n"ah."\n\nshe sounded so sure of herself that you were sure that was the only answer you'd need from her.\n\n[[(<<)|thusly]]

here she was, fallen on the floor of your house.\n\nit takes her a few moments to notice you've come in, gently turning herself to face you and slowly shifting to a more proper position.\n\n"ro-sie!" she sounded out the name in a way that was just as cautious as it was chipper. "hello!"\n\nthe thought of helping her up crosses your mind briefly, but she doesn't particularly seem like she needs help; she hadn't even seemed [[(troubled)|what]] from the start, and she seemed just as pleased to get up on her own time.\n\n[[(in fact)|fact]]

your bed seems more inviting.\n\nyou toss a glance towards one last room as you start to turn back.\n\n[[(theres something there)|there]]

firstly, she wanted to know what a name was. the concept was interesting to her. she asked for your name, and you gave it. you asked if she wanted one.\n\n"uh....." she said, gently, "i don't know that many words, or, um, 'names' or anything. i don't know a lot about that."\n\n"if you'd like, you can be nameless."\n\n"oh! alright. i would like to do that, i think."\n\nshe was happy to speak, and lead the conversation more than you had to. she asked if 'rosie' meant anything, other than a name. she asked how you got in, about doors and locks. she asked what you'd been doing, where you were, what any of that meant. she asked what a house was, or a home, about gardens and flowers. the more you answered, the more she asked; though she seemed to be telling at the same time, chirping bits and pieces about herself alongside her queries.\n\n[[(<<)|curious]]

your conscience wasn't going to let you just go.\n\nthe door was old. the lock was old. it didn't take too much effort to force the thing open, sending you stumbling through to the other side.\n\nthe first thing you noticed upon gathering yourself was the girl hovering above you, in a plain and non-literal sense. she'd definitely heard you coming, then, though you didn't necessarily fault her for not letting you it. it just struck you as a little odd, maybe. she had what seemed to be a smaller type of surgical mask over her face, but you could see the stars in her eyes. a very excited girl. an overtly excited girl.\n\nthe second thing you noticed was how <i>dark</i> it was. there wasn't a speck of light beyond what was given by the windows, which couldn't offer much past the grime. the building was beaten up and musty and clearly hadn't been used by anyone in a long time. somehow you felt even colder than you'd been when you were outside. the entire place smelled like entering somewhere that'd been abandoned for years, like mildew and stale air, to a nearly overwhelming degree, and you were fairly certain that each breath you took in consisted 25% of dust. this couldn't be good for you.\n\nthe girl, however, seemed largely unaffected, though you did notice that she was wearing entirely more clothes than you'd ever seen. you probably didn't even own that many clothes. they looked old, too, in terms of fashion and age; worn and mothbitten. all considered, she seemed like she was probably beaten up and dusty and likely hadn't interacted with anyone in a long time, too. parallels, though she was plenty more excited than the place she embodied. she stayed put above you for a few more moments before bending forward a touch, looking at you with wide eyes, her face considerably closer to yours than was necessary.\n\nyou didn't particularly mind, though. it was more of an observation than anything else.\n\n[[(it was fine)|nameless]]

it's a girl.\n\n[[(oh)|girl]]

in retrospect, you feel a little silly for forgetting.\n\nyou found her staring out the window of an old abandoned what-probably-used-to-be-a-factory where you could hardly see her past the dirty glass. it wasn't like anyone else was going to notice. you'd passed by before, assuming it was abandoned and the doors were locked and that was the last of it, and presumably so had everyone else.\n\nshe'd seemed excited that anyone had seen her. she seemed VERY excited that anyone had seen her, though she wasn't banging on the window for help, or anything. she just seemed happy. you took that as a signal regardless.\n\nthe only real entrance you found was a door in the back, with a handle that was rusted over. it was locked. the girl on the other side didn't seem to have any intent of opening it up for you, despite the clatter you were probably making by trying to open it at all.\n\n[[(well)|door]]

resultingly, you spent a lot of your time explaining different things to her. \n\nshe asked lots of [[(questions)|questions]] and you answered them. she was eager to learn, and you didn't mind the attentive company.\n\nit never really passed your mind to ask in return what her deal was. being locked in a long-abandoned factory with no apparent sustenence or light seemed like it probably wasn't par for the course, but it didn't strike you as particularly abnormal, either. nothing really strikes you as particularly abnormal. it's a habit of being celestial.\n\nshe ran out of questions, eventually-- or at least, out of ideas for questions. you didn't have anything special to add; you figured you had the answers you'd entered for.\n\n[[(that was that)|continue]]

the first thing you hear when you wake up is a crashing sound from another room.\n\n[[(you live alone)|alone]]

there was a lot going on here. you decided that maybe asking for a name would be a good starting point.\n\n"oh! i don't know what that means," she chirped back.\n\nnameless. gotcha.\n\nyou quickly found that she didn't know most things. not in the same sense that people usually used the term; you wouldn't call her ignorant or foolish. rather, she simply seemed to just... not know things.\n\nsuch as how to open a door.\n\n[[(curious)|curious]]

as the quiet grew a little more drawn-out, the thought crossed your mind that you should probably, maybe head home.\n\nyou glanced across at the girl's face, sitting across from you gently with those same excited eyes. through her intermittent personal talk, you knew she'd never actually left this place. that this chilly building was all that she knew on her own, and also that she didn't know what a home was, or what most anything was.\n\nyour conscience wasn't going to let you just go.\n\n[[(and so)|thusly]]

you'd really rather just stay asleep, but you guess you shouldn't.\n\nyou roll off the bed and toss the sheets back over your shoulder messily. sunrise sunlight is starting to stream gently through the window of your room. the morning air is chilly but you don't care enough to find a sweater in the clothes slung in a small pile in the corner of your room. you don't remember the last time you actually opened your dresser. that doesn't matter.\n\nit's a quick trip out of your room and down the hall. the air is clear and musty and carries a certain early morning feeling that you guess you probably go-back-to-bed-and-sleep through. you're poking your head in and out of rooms to find the noise source, which could really be anywhere, from anything.\n\n[[(this isnt working)|last]]

angelology

the multitudes of cabinets and desks and shelves in your house are entirely covered with things; books that you can't remember if you've read anymore, different keys for places you'll never go and music boxes that may or may not work. jewelryboxes full of coins and potpourri and rocks and glass. incense, dead flowers, old bottles, clocks and cameras, little figurines, photos that didn't belong to you, candles you've never lit and don't plan to. you've been running out of places to put things. there's plenty of stuff to knock over.\n\nit's the matter of what did that.\n\n[[(go look)|find]]

there are four worlds and our world is the last world

a very tall girl with big droopy eyes who seems to be wearing an entire closet full of old clothes at once, looking considerably pleased with herself.\n\nif the lack of apparent fallen objects isn't signal enough at what the sound was, she's also lying on her back in the middle of the floor.\n\n[[(huh)|huh]]

you have to get out of bed first.\n\n[[(fine)|go]]

you aren't... entirely sure what to do.\n\nbreakfast or drinks seem unnecessary; you aren't particularly hungry in the mornings, and someone who needed no sustenence for heaven-- for who knows how long certainly wouldn't need any now. she didn't seem to have any needs that weren't met by existing in a new place, generally, but simply going back to bed felt a little cold. \n\ntbd