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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[missprimavera.livejournal.com]

Primavera scowled. "Yes. He's a boy monster, I know from the smell, even if he hasn't got any bits. He needs to be taught to mind his manners."

She kicked the Sparklypoo door, but she wasn't really putting any effort into it. The door merely shook on its hinges, and held firm.

"I don't want to ruin the nail salon."