open RP, corridors: Camilla as a child.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

(( Camilla has eaten some magical chocolate and is now seven years old. ))

It's a make-believe place, isn't it? She's in a castle. She must be dreaming. It's a beautiful dream, Camilla thinks.

She seems to know where things are, here, in the way of dreams, even though she doesn't remember any of it really. That way's the Great Hall, not knowing what the Great Hall actually is, only somehow knowing its name and if she follows that particular turn in the corridors that's where she'll end up. That's the way out to the courtyard, though she's not sure what's in the courtyard.

Inquisitive, she wanders, that first exuberant skipping long since slowed to a sedate walk.

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[march-theater.livejournal.com]

Jo nodded vigorously. "They're both right," she said wisely. Then she studied the new man. "Huh. My name's Jo, too. What's yours?" Turning back to Susan, she grinned. "I like your dress," she asserted. "And it shouldn't get dirty if you blow things up while wearing it." Jo really had no idea what blowing things up meant, but it sounded like fun, and she had a short attention span.

[laurie-laurence.livejournal.com]

"Jo?" asked Laurie with surprise. "I'm Laurie, um, Theodore Laurence. Sorry. Didn't mean to be rude but I usually do things without thinking, which my grandfather always scolds me about."

He bowed deeply to Camilla and Susan. "Beg pardon, my ladies. Hope I didn't offend either of you. If it was, it was unintentional. Say, why don't we head to the Great Hall? There should be... stuff to blow up there. And benches to sit down and read stories."

Laurie turned back to Jo with a frown. "Your last name isn't March, is it? I mean... it can't be. Jo's only a year younger than I am and you can't be more than ten...."

[ghostorangel.livejournal.com]

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Monsieur Laurence. I am Silas, and this little one is Camilla--I am...looking after her for a while."

He looked at the other two, wondering why such small girls would take such an unholy delight in the idea of blowing things up. Truly, this was a strange, strange place, and the parents, at least of the white-haired girl, ought to be shot.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

"The Great Hall is where food is," says Camilla, frowning. "It isn't for reading, is it? Though there are big tables there," she remembers hazily. "We could sit under them and pretend it's a fort."

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

Susan grinned a gap-tooth grin at Jo. "Thanks," she said, glancing down at her bare white feet. "Yeah, if it gets blown-up stuff on it, at least it won't stain." Even little Susan appreciated the value of black clothing.

"Oooo..." Susan was all over the idea of a fort. She glanced up at the grownups--well, up at Laurie, and up up at Silas, sizing them up and wondering if they would fit under a table. Ah well. They'd squish.

"Yeah, let's do that! It'll be like camping."

[march-theater.livejournal.com]

Never having been blessed with patience, Jo took off running in the direction of the Great Hall. "Yes, let's make a fort!" she agreed enthusiastically and at the top of her quite considerable lungs. She had obviously decided they were done talking about who exactly she was, and she was already pondering fort design and construction.
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