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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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"I..."
He trails off and lowers his hands. His line of sight dips down to her bag of salt, but he shakes his head. No, he's not going to go there. The only thing that seems to ease him is the thought that as soon as he's near a closet, he could get his own giant bag of salt if he wants to. He could get a dozen bags of salt and it's mad and he knows it's mad, but if it keeps him from trying to run off with her salt then he'll have to put up with it.
"...Err. Not really, no. It's...it's the event," he says, nervously tangling his fingers in his hair. "The bloody stupid...craving thing. I don't - I mean, I'm not usually this mental, I swear."
He's sure it's easily the dumbest thing Wonderland's ever done to him. No one in their right mind would ever crave salt this much.
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She knows that, but they piss her off just the same.
"You're craving salt?" She wants it to be clear, and to have some sort of idea of what she's getting into here.
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"I thought it was just salted food at first, like that thing Castiel's got for burgers," he elaborates hurriedly, and it quickly becomes more like babbling. "But then it wasn't. I-it wasn't enough all of a sudden. I needed much more of it at once and too much salt isn't good so I've tried to go slow but there's just salt lying around everywhere-!"
Meaning, of course, the salt on the windows, and how it's reliably been there every day (apparently since she's the one who's been replacing it). He wrings his wrist for something to do with his anxious hands. The craving is already creeping back.
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"So, you decided, instead, to take the salt that I'm putting out, to protect everyone from ghosts and demons, because, you're craving salt." Ellen is more incredulous than angry. She doesn't have it in her to be angry right now.
"Why the hell didn't you just ask the closets for salt?" Because that's what she would have done.
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That's it. That's the entire motivation behind it. The event has made James' craving so completely out of control that he can't take five seconds to duck into a room and use a closet. Even the time it would take to apparate is too long when there's a line of salt right in front of him.
"...Wait," he says, looking confused as something finally sinks in. "Why would you use salt against ghosts? Couldn't they just go around it or over it?"
It's certainly not that James doesn't believe in ghosts. No, he's on a first-name basis with many of Hogwarts' ghosts, and he can't imagine any of them not being able to cross a simple line of salt. Then again, he can't imagine anyone seriously needing protection from ghosts, seeing as they're mostly harmless where he's from.
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And she's running around putting sigils on everything.
She shakes her head. "Hell no. Salt repels and traps ghosts and demons." Because she knows the latter is here, the former can't be far behind. "And seeing as they tend to take offence to the living, I like my protection."
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"I feel like if that were true, there would be a lot fewer ghosts present at the feasts back home," he says. "You know, if they can't handle a bit of salt. Though, it'd probably be fun to trap the Bloody Baron that way..."
James is imagining running around the Bloody Baron in a circle dumping salt on the ground, and then watching the Bloody Baron angrily bump into invisible walls to try and get himself unstuck, and the thought of it makes him chuckle a little.
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"Ghosts back home? Kill. And keeping them contained, or gone is a hunter's job." She lays the salt back on the sill, standing between the boy and the salt. "And I've been a hunter a long time."
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"Right, right. Different worlds." He shifts a bit, as if he's uncomfortable where he's standing. He arches an eyebrow up though. "Fair point, but...can you really have ghosts in a place where no one stays dead?"
In theory, wouldn't any ghosts that appear in Wonderland just come back alive and well? And no one in Wonderland should be able to become a ghost for the same reason.
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"Works on demons too and I know we've got more than a few around here." Crowley for one. That bitch Meg was supposedly gone, but Ellen doesn't trust that.
She really needs the angel warding to keep out Lucifer. She'll track down Cas once they're both done being ridiculous with this stupid event. "Why don't you take this sack and just leave my salt lines alone?" She can always get more salt.
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He's not really listening though. Instead he's staring at that bag of salt and paying much more attention to it than he is to Ellen. When was the last time he'd had some? It couldn't have been more than a few minutes ago, but it felt like hours and it was agonizing.
It takes her offering him the bag to snap him out of it, and he blinks a couple of times, unsure if he heard correctly.
"Really? I can have it?"
James is far more excited than any teenage boy should be able a giant bag of salt. It pains him, but he remembers his manners and doesn't just grab for it. But that bag is his - she's going to give him her giant bag of salt!
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She wants to know why, but that can wait for another time.
"We got a deal, kid?" She holds out the bag one more time.
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"Okay. Deal," he says, with his hands up defensively. "I swear, I'll leave them alone. I promise."
With a whole bag of salt to himself, James is fairly sure he won't feel the need to go after her salt lines. Very slowly, and trying his absolute hardest not to look like a desperate addict, he takes the bag when she holds it out again.
...And immediately sticks his hand in it.
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“Good. Now go on. I’ve got work to do.” Salt lines to replace, sigils to put up. This place may be messing with them, but at least she’s doing something important.