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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[laurie-laurence.livejournal.com]

Laurie walked down the hall, sheet music in hand, rather more inclined to go and play piano than study, write to his grandfather, or try practicing magic. To his utter amazement, he saw a tall albino man in a monk's robe catering to three small little girls.

Moved by pity (and convinced that he knew how to take care of little girls because he usually got along with Amy) Laurie walked over and said, "Um, need some help?"

[ghostorangel.livejournal.com]

((Hee! Okay, so we've got Laurie-Silas-Camilla-Susan-Jo))

Silas cast Laurie an almost agonized look. "If you please, Monsieur. They wish to hear a story, and--" he held up the book "--apparently I am meant to read it." He glanced at the trio of little girls, twitching slightly. "I have...very little experience with children." He had to keep Camilla with him, he knew that much, but beyond that he was adrift.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

Camilla lifts her chin. "Silas is going to read to us from the Blue Fairy Book," she tells the newcomer. "He doesn't need help to read, do you, Silas? He said he would read to me," she adds, a little uncertain now. Is this new man going to take the book away? You never know what to expect in a dream.

"You can listen with us," she offers, to appease him before he can take anything.

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

Susan, who had been eying Silas contemplatively since he'd set her down, stepped up beside Camilla and now subjected him to a frighteningly penetrative stare. "He doesn't need help," she said. "He's kinda like my granddad, only not as tall and not, you know, dead."

[march-theater.livejournal.com]

Jo was also dubious about another grown-up, but the new one at least looked sort of familliar. "I think we should let him stay," she said, frowning contemplatively and chewing on her lower lip. "But only if he helps fight off the evil wasp clowns."

[laurie-laurence.livejournal.com]

"You speak French?" Laurie asked brightly, in French. "I went to school there. What you want me to do, Monsieur? Um, maybe... we could move them out of the hallway?" He glanced down at the girls and said, in English, with mock- solemnity, "I should be very glad to help fight off evil wasp clowns, even if Monsieur here doesn't need it because he is a not- dead shorter version of your grandfather."

The last girl looked kind of familiar... "Hunh. You remind me a lot of my friend Jo." He looked back at the second girl. "Wait, what is that on your shirt?"

[ghostorangel.livejournal.com]

"Oui, Monsieur," Silas said, slipping back into French with relief. He glanced at Camilla, whom he was meant to look after. "If we could move them elsewhere that would be a great help, yes. The Great Hall, perhaps?"

He regarded the other two. The dark-haired one seemed pleasant enough--not that he'd know, he'd hardly ever been around children--but the little one with the white hair and the profane shirt was another story. She wasn't an albino--the black in her hair proved that--but she'd run through the wall; perhaps she was some kind of ghost. He didn't even want to ask about evil wasp clowns.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

Camilla tilts her head again in that way she has. "I know a few of the words you're saying," she tells the grown-ups gravely. "I know oui means yes. The rest of it I can't understand, and it's not very nice to speak in front of someone in a language they can't understand, I think."

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

"It really isn't," Susan agreed, looking from one to the other, and then down at her shirt.

"It's my shirt," she said. "My dress, now. All my other clothes are too big." It didn't occur to her that it wasn't a shirt a child should be wearing, or other children seeing, and it certainly wasn't a thing to be worn in front of a monk. "C'mon, I want a story, and then we can go bomb the wasp clowns." She grinned at Jo. "You should see the plans Stephen and I made...nothing will get away!"

[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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