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]

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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