Who| Rosalind and YOU!
What| She found her themed shop. She isn't quite sure how she feels about it, but she's pretty sure she's not amused. At least she feels all right setting up a base here.
Where| The Bioshock Infinite theme store.
When| Anytime during Week 1!
Warnings/Notes| Rosalind has a potty mouth. Also if anyone talks to her about her bio, more warnings may happen in this space.


From a distance, she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing.

The big, cuddly toy Songbird stared out from the window display like a beacon, yellow eyes glowing as soft as a child's night light. As she approached, a motion sensor in its chest triggered, switching the eye color to red. She pursed her lips at it. She could already tell she wasn't going to like this, but she couldn't very well just walk away, either.

"Quaint."

Curiousity caught, she turned the corner, walking into the shop...and felt a sense of revulsion wash over her. Columbia. It was all about Columbia. Shelves of dolls made to look like Songbirds and Handymen and Boys of Silence. Little magnetized toy apples with polarized stands that made them hover in mid air. Bottles of "Vigors" that looked like cloudy, rotted liquid floated inside. Toy replica Sky Hooks. Tiny wind-up Motorized Patriots. There were even some replica Voxophones, made so that you could record a message on them and play it back. The whole thing reeked of Fink's brand of sensationalism, whether Fink was involved or not.

Approaching the scale model of Columbia that hung from the ceiling in the center of the shop, she heaved a deep sigh and rubbed her temples. Ridiculous. This whole thing was ridiculous.

"You must be joking."