Now Entering: Hell ((open RP))

[elfkameo.livejournal.com]

Kameo just didn't get it.

She'd heard all sorts of things about the "joke" house, mostly about it being terrible and very, very pink. Being a princess, although one with a masculine attitude, she didn't see how the latter detracted from the house's environment. And it had fondue! In summary, the reports conflicted. Thus, another result of being a princess: Not knowing what went on didn't sit well with the elf.

And thus, she left Hufflepuff's common room and searched out Sparklypoo. It wasn't that hard, as the organization of the place eventually made itself clear. Eight houses, eight corners? Something like that, anyway. Now standing in front of the Sparklypoo common room door--whether it be a painting, or otherwise--the elf realizd she couldn't get in.

So she stood outside, waiting for a passerby to enlighten her. A Sparklypoo member, preferably--from someone actually inside the house, a better picture could form.

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[miss-bunny-swan.livejournal.com]

At the mention of the house name, Swan bobbled her head vehemently. "Yuhhhh, Sparklypoopoo," she stated assertively. "Swan know everyTING!"

Poor Kameo. It wasn't just pink that made the house hell. It was its inhabitants.

[elfkameo.livejournal.com]

The mun doesn't have any expressions for Kameo, unfortunately. Imagine a facepalm, followed by slowly pulling down. That's what she felt like.

"And?" Kameo pressed on. "Is it a bad place to live? Everythng's...not making sense." She would have said 'contradictory', but princesses don't have time to learn big words.

[miss-bunny-swan.livejournal.com]

Miss Swan tipped her head to one side and frowned. "You the one not making any sense, lady! Of course it not bad place to live! It Swan house, with Gorgeous Pretty Beauty Nail Salon 2!"

[elfkameo.livejournal.com]

...Be patient, Kameo. Imagine it's diplomacy with a member of a particularly stupid tribe...

"I see, a salon?" the elf repeated, making a mental note to see it sometime. She shifted her weight to one leg, and continued. "Anything else? I'm just...trying to figure it out, since it seemed promising during my Sorting." Confused princess is confused.

[miss-bunny-swan.livejournal.com]

"Yuhhh, we doing nails and hair and waxing and tanning and sexy massage. Special 30% discount for people living in Sparklypoopoo House!" Miss Swan looked Kameo up and down. "Swan thinking you needing haircut and moustache waxing. Give you 40% discount because you housemate." She pursed her lips and then opened them to flash Kameo a rabbity smile. It lasted all of three seconds before her face went back to its neutral, staring espression.

"Anyting else? Yuhhhhh, of course anyting else! Anyting, everyTING!" she added.

[elfkameo.livejournal.com]

The elf hadn't cut her hair in a while, so, maybe. She would have corrected Miss Swan about being a housemate, but heck, she still didn't know the Hogwarts system. Anything could be correct. So, Kameo smiled and nodded in that neutral 'I don't get it, but okay' way. You've seen it before. It didn't occur to Kameo that Hogwarts might not accept her realm's currency. Coincidentally, it was close enough to galleons, sickles, and knuts in the form of runed coins with the same color order.

"...What else...what are the decorations? What do people do outside of the salon?" First answer would confirm the 'pink everywhere' notion. The second, who knows.

[miss-bunny-swan.livejournal.com]

"Yuhhhh, oh-kay, why you no say so?" Miss Swan admonished. "It very pink inside. Pink and -- "

She cut herself off, her eyes suddenly narrowed. "Why Swan not see you before in Sparklypoopoo Common Room? Maybe you new student, or maybe you...SPY! TRICKY DICKY SPY! Swan not telling you anyting else about Sparklypoopoo House! It very blue inside! No sparklies! No Swan! No salon! No Noo-Noo (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teletubbies#Noo-Noo)! Only empty and blue!"

[elfkameo.livejournal.com]

Somehow, Kameo didn't think she'd get anything more of value out of the crazy woman, who now assumed Kameo was a spy for some reason.

"I'm a new student. Hufflepuff," she explained, scratching her head. Knowing this whack-job, that would likely make Miss Swan angry. Anyway, the specific denials provided a picture of the house: Pink, sparklies, the long-name Salon, and whatever 'Noo-noo' was.

[miss-bunny-swan.livejournal.com]

"Yuhhhhhh, Huffypoof" -- did Miss Swan know any of the actual house names? -- "the trickiest dickiest one of all! NO DISCOUNT FOR YOU!" Ooooh, burn! "Why you want to know so much about Sparklypoopoo House, hmmmmmmm?"

[elfkameo.livejournal.com]

No discount? That didn't bother the elf. She'd tried to save the Enchanted Kingdom, and the shopkeepers kept their prices right where they are, especially the prick in the Forgotten Forest. To answer the question: "I've been here for...a week, I think. I'm still so confused; Hogwarts is so foreign...I need to know this place, and not just stay in Hufflepuff forever. And no one will give any straight answers about Sparklypoopoo."

...Someone please tell her she just picked up Miss Swan's pronunciation.

With that, she reached into her money pouch and took out a few gold, runed coins. "...How about that haircut?" To make friends with a business owner, serve them. Politicians had to know these things, and yes, princesses counted as politicians--at least where Kameo came from.