Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want

[justrunsasaloon]

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.

Comments

For Ellen.

[seekinghome]

Ed starts to leave his room to go spend the entire weekend a few hours in the library when he spots Ellen. "Oh hey. What's with all the paint?"

for porthos.

[wolfwild]

This morning, Lyanna dared to test out the indulgences of these closets. And from hers she found a tidy set of wooden weapons: play sticks; training swords; untrimmed shields. And she marched the whole lot of them out to a grassy section outside the mansion. If she is to get to know the strangers in this place, she would test them. Not a test of ability, per se, but a test to see whether they would even deign to knock swords with her -- however childishly.

She recognizes Porthos from a distance and springs from where she reclined in the grass -- jumping on bare feet, she set her skirts a flutter as she hopped a few times. And waved her arms. "Ser! Beg pardon, ser!"

For Ellen.

[pottershotter]

James has absolutely no idea who's been dumping salt on the windows or why. As soon as he notices it, he sees them everywhere. He's pretty sure the mansion's just mocking him at this point, or maybe making him see things, because otherwise why would there just be salt lying around? That's just silly.

The first day he leaves them alone, though seeing them usually makes him veer towards a closet for a bag of crisps. But by the second day, he's can't hold himself back anymore. After making sure no one's looking, he goes right up to the windowsill and runs his hand across it, completely ruining the line. It feels good against his fingers, and he pulls his hand back and looks at it, making sure there's nothing gross from the window on it. Then, unable to help himself at all anymore, he licks the salt right off his fingers.

He does this for every salted window he comes across. Eventually, as the third day rolls around, he find windows he already wiped clean salted again and takes the salt from them all over again without a second thought. And by the last day, when they've inevitably been laid down again, James wants the salt so much that he's stopped looking to see if anyone's watching him. He doesn't care if anyone else thinks it's gross anymore he needs it, okay?

Saturday for Ellen

[airshipswank]

Wonderland has always made it abundantly clear that Buckingham was not permitted to satisfy all his cravings the same way he might at home; months and months in this world have made him a grudging student to that lesson. And yet since yesterday he has come to discover an entirely new cruelty, a desire so deep that his usual distractions would no more sate it than a man with a wooden bucket would empty the waters of an ocean.

After a while he took to distracting himself instead, at least as best as he could. He had, for instance, the notion that perhaps tending to the flowers in the Greenhouse might soothe his thoughts, as it often had in the past. But already he thinks of his gardener rather than the gardens; not of the beauty that bloomed around his estate, but of the shelter its hedges would provide from prying eyes when they lay entwined.

Buckingham shakes the thought off, and vows not to allow his mind another excursion into their direction, which... proves somewhat more trying than anticipated, when he finds the greenhouse occupied by an old, ah, acquaintance.

"Ellen," he greets curtly through a somewhat clenched smile, before he can reel in his surprise.

Ellen bb come teach Hector this hunting thing.

[justguidelines]

This...Compulsion, for lack of a better word, that has him actually moving through the mansion at the busiest of times when he typically avoids the heavy traffic times and areas to the best of his ability, has honestly left him slightly worried.

Oh, he's been here long enough to know it's an event, and that soon enough things will return to normal for a short span of time, because Hector is certainly not the type to go out and seek companionship of the human type without a reason to do so. He's been perfectly content to carry on as he has.

And yet here he is, anyway, seeking out some of the faces he regards as friendly. The strange markings everywhere are not necessarily something he's familiar with, though they bring to mind his short jaunt on the other side of the mirrors, where he'd met a dragon, of all things, who'd taught him something more than passingly similar. The salt on the windows he understands. It's a practice used in Obeah, and he'd seen it plenty of times in that dead time he'd spent waiting for the others to turn up at Tia Dalma's shack. He'd thought it funny, then, to waste something like salt to keep spirits out.

But then, he knows there's a soul in this place that puts just as much weight behind things like that. Which is why he follows the trail, to come up on her. And for a moment, he simply stands there, because there's no purpose beyond him tracking her down, other than sometimes it's a little nice to converse with the few you get along with, before he shakes it completely.

"You've been busy, I'd wager."