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entrancelogs2014-05-17 02:47 pm
justrunsasaloon) wrote in entrancelogs2014-05-17 02:47 pm
Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
Who: Ellen/Porthos & You
Where: Everywhere
When: Duration of the event (May 16th - 19th)
Rating: Pg13 (will change if necessary)
Summary: Everyone's craving something. Some cravings are easier to satisfy than others.
The Story:
Ellen: Ellen can be found all over the mansion and the Greenhouse, painting symbols and sigils. Some are recognizable (like so) others are a lot more obscure, and might not even be right! Ellen doesn't care, she's doing it all from memory, and is working them into everything she can think of. The last day will be chalk because she's out of paint and isn't thinking well enough to get more from the closets.
She will draw them on people upon request.
Porthos: Porthos is looking for the ~Ladies~. Any lady want someone to spend some time with? Platonic or not? Porthos is your guy! He likes all sorts of attention. He will still have that slight moral compass that the ones too young will be safe from anything but platonic attention, but he will enjoy their company all the same.
Where: Everywhere
When: Duration of the event (May 16th - 19th)
Rating: Pg13 (will change if necessary)
Summary: Everyone's craving something. Some cravings are easier to satisfy than others.
The Story:
Ellen: Ellen can be found all over the mansion and the Greenhouse, painting symbols and sigils. Some are recognizable (like so) others are a lot more obscure, and might not even be right! Ellen doesn't care, she's doing it all from memory, and is working them into everything she can think of. The last day will be chalk because she's out of paint and isn't thinking well enough to get more from the closets.
She will draw them on people upon request.
Porthos: Porthos is looking for the ~Ladies~. Any lady want someone to spend some time with? Platonic or not? Porthos is your guy! He likes all sorts of attention. He will still have that slight moral compass that the ones too young will be safe from anything but platonic attention, but he will enjoy their company all the same.
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At the back of the greenhouse he spies his lavender blue queen, luscious and full in its bloom. His need for its services had been scarce in Wonderland, yet he thought it a fine distraction to obtain further supplies all the same. The harvest, if nothing else, would require some concentration and care, which he hoped might suit to take his mind away from other matters. An endeavour somewhat doomed to fail now.
Buckingham considers making his excuses, but already his feet object to the retreat, and he finds himself approaching Ellen. At least his eyes trail towards the mortar yet, and to leaves which he thinks he recognises well enough, although for what purpose they would be combined that way he could not quite imagine.
"A poultice?" he ventures after some thought. "I'd thought the clinic had... better cures to offer."
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"I leave the medical stuff to those that know it." She's not going to step on toes there. Besides her length of herbal knowledge ends at peppermint for upset stomachs and lemon tea and honey for a sore throat. After that, she likes medicine the way it is.
"This is for hex bags. Protection spells. And I'll be throwing in some holy water in a bit." She picks up one of the bags - crocheted in a delightful purple and tied tight - and tosses it in her hands. "You should hold onto one of these. Never know when it might come in handy."
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Yes, that discovery certainly ought to suffice in curbing his cravings, should it not? ...No, no, all in all the opposite effect seems far more palpable. The duke leans against her work surface, and reaches to attempt closer inspection of one of the bags.
"Suppose none of them will ward against Wonderland's whims, eh?"
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She rolls her eyes and hands him a bag that just needs tied up. there's a lot of recognizable herbs in there: lavender, thyme, rosemary and a few other things here and there. "If they did, I wouldn't have been singing last time, or suddenly having to make all of these this time." She points it out easily. "And why are you here?"
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A pity the event prevents his interest to prevail, and immediately pulls it away into the darkness of the back of his mind. Only one thing matters, Wonderland whispers to him encouragingly, and the duke decides to take up the cue.
"Will you allow me to speak truthfully?"
He ties the bag she gave him, and takes a whiff of its herbal scent, before tucking it safely away in a pocket, and reaching for Ellen's hand.
"I had... rather hoped to find you here."
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She sets her knife down for just a moment, allowing him to take her calloused fingers into his.
"Lookin' for something specific?" Because Ellen is always blunt and to the point.
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"Your time, your... company."
He slides between her and the table, wondering if he might not succeed in making himself more enticing than her work. Slowly he reaches up to her neck, brushing back her hair. And how did she put it again the first time?
"Pleasure on both sides."
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"A craving to be satisfied?" She asks, leaning close to him and picking up another bag. "And if I give into yours, will you allow me to give into mine?" She asks. Cravings for both of them and itches scratched.
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"Just that," he confirms, and with his coat so well-supplied he finds himself all the more eager to shrug it off, and let it fall where it may. "What would you have of me?"
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Ellen grins and taps him on the chin with it. “A few markings, a bit of sigils, a few other minor spells. Nothing that will do you any harm. Might save your life.” She points out. “And if not, well, it’ll wash off in a couple days.”