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[valle]

Laura Howlett

@shane (Joey Starrett)

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un: pyro

[firings]

saw you with some dogs. what's that about?

[valle]

If I tell you, you are not allowed to use fire near them.

Deal?

[firings]

i promise i'm not gonna turn them into hotdogs

[valle]

Gracias.

There was a man here named Fiyero. I think he's gone now, I can't find him anymore, but he showed me. There are a bunch of dogs in the stables.

They are perfect and I love them and they are round like sausages and they have triangle ears and they're very sweet and you can meet them if you want I've named seven.

voice;

[lonelysectionofhell]

Hey, I was just wanting to touch base with you and see if maybe when we start lessons I can also do a few sessions of just listening to some of the stuff you have on your music player. I'm offering up lessons but so far there's people asking for music that's kind of out of my wheelhouse. Anyway, he's asking to learn punk and hard rock and I don't know as many songs from that genre. None by heart, for sure.

[valle]

( This! Is the first time! She has ever gotten a phone call! It's very exciting, and she fumbles to answer it, wide-eyed and confused until she puts together why exactly it's alerting her — and then the voice message comes through. She beams at absolutely nobody, and responds. )

Si, of course I will let you There is a lot of songs. You can listen as much as you want.

[lonelysectionofhell]

Oh, great, thanks!

By the way, I wanted to give you first priority on when lessons would take place. Obviously our schedules here are pretty open but if you have a preference or if you want more than one lesson a week I'll take that into account.

[valle]

Maybe we could do two? I like to learn.

( And it's not like she has actual school to attend, so... )

text; un: eleven

[savingthrows]

are you back soon

[ It's sometime after the surprise is finished. Eleven made good time with Erik's help, and now has to sit with the terrible impatience of wanting Laura to come see it but not wanting to ruin the surprise.

She could spy, but that might not actually tell her whether or not Laura will return to their room soon.

She thinks of saying 'please come back' or 'I miss you' or 'you need to be here', but she doesn't get as pushy with laura as she does with adults. ]

un: shane;

[valle]

( She doesn't get many direct texts. The big ones for everyone that come across the feed are different. John doesn't text her. Erik doesn't text her. She's gotten one message from Larry once, but other than that, nobody usually reaches out to her personally for anything. It's a little exciting, being bewildered by that notification and then realizing it's from her friend.

She's starting to see the appeal in why John thought phone chargers were so important. )

I can come back.
Está bien?

( Is everything okay? )

[savingthrows]

sí

[ She picks them up, little by little. The words that Laura uses that are so different from anything Eleven has heard before. The words she understands because of how this place works. Little by little, they slip into their interactions. Like little gifts, given and reciprocated. ]

I want to show something

[valle]

( She likes it when El speaks Spanish to her. She can tell the other girl doesn't know it, that she probably hadn't heard it before they met. It means she's picking it up from Laura, that she's using it because of Laura, because they're friends, because she wants to talk to her the way she talks. It's nice. It's wonderful, and Laura smiles to herself when she reads it.

Her text back is a little clumsy, a little slow; she isn't used to it the way a normal girl her age would be — but that's okay, because neither is El. )

I want to show you something too, but I will show you later.
I'm coming.

( It takes her a few minutes to make the walk from the stables to the castle, across the lengthy wings, and up Dawn Tower — but eventually, the door cracks slowly open and she carefully slips through it. )

text, after the May TDM | un: Charls

[crosslaced]

(OOC: This might just be a short interaction depending on whether Laura has anything to bring up; Laurent mostly just wants to check that she's okay after the May TDM. Hope that's good!)

Hey. Are you alive?

sorry for the delay! just got back from vacation.

[valle]

Si.
I can't die.
Why?

No worries! Hope you had a good one!

[crosslaced]

[oh yeah she can’t.

WELL-] I wanted to be sure, just in case the fae have more tricks than we know of.

I’m glad your seven dogs still have their friend around. And for your information, so does my horse still have me around. I was in jail for some time after the party, but I would consider myself unharmed.

[If anything bad (or good) happened to her, Laurent’s hoping she’ll be cued to mention it.]

it was good! thank you C:

[valle]

They have lots of tricks, but none that can kill me so far. Maybe one day they will. They can try.

I'm glad you aren't hurt, and that your horse still has you. Why were you in jail?

( It honestly doesn't occur to her to supply any details about what she's done since last they spoke; she was raised and conditioned to consider herself irrelevant. Like an object, like a thing. Concern from others about her life and wellbeing is still bizarre. )

slid beneath the door of her room

[nightmarescenario]

[8.5x11 inch sheet of paper with a fairly accurate drawing of an English Mastiff puppy with a note beneath it that says: 'leave this at the end of your bed tonight. - TS'.

wherever she leaves the page, there will be a puppy in the morning.]

the next day;

[valle]

IT TURNED INTO A DOG YOU GOT ME A PUPPY THIS IS THE CUTEST DOG I HAVE EVER SEEN EXCEPT FOR MY OTHER DOGS THAT ARE ALSO CUTE BUT THIS ONE IS VERY GOOD HOW DID YOU DO THAT??

[nightmarescenario]

i don't know.
i draw the pictures.
someone else makes things appear.
probably the fae. who knows.

[he is not admitting to the pen being 'magic' b/c he thinks that's bullshit]

[valle]

Is he real and forever or is he going to disappear?

( You never know with this fae caca. )

text; un: eleven

[savingthrows]

[ It's not so much a text - it's a picture. The blanket fort, and on the floor inside, between their comfortable pillow arrangements, a big plate stacked with a horribly unstable tower of waffles that honestly don't look like they were made with any sort of skill or finesse. They're drowning in something that at best guess is hopefully something somewhere in the ballpark of whipped cream, with random fruit pieces like sprinkles or candy, and dollops of what is maybe honey or fruit jam to serve as syrup or sauce.

There are two forks on the plate. It's an invitation, quiet and unobtrusive. ]

[valle]

( She's been making herself scarce recently. Slipping off into the woods, to the place where she met Logan, where they both coincidentally wound up in their attempts to escape other people. It doesn't smell like him anymore; the scent didn't linger long. There's something particularly sad about it.

But the text is tempting, and her bottomless stomach persists even if her appetite doesn't quite match it.

And so, eventually, she goes. Slips quietly into the room with only the click of the door latch, and then just as quietly into the blanket fort where El is waiting.

For a moment, no words are spoken. There's just eye contact, and a look — an expression not quite as guarded as it would be with other people. Past the stoicism, it reads: I am sad; I am hurting.

This is nice; thank you for the waffles, but her heart still aches. )

[savingthrows]

[ She doesn't... quite get it. Not all the way, not really. Not the specifics. But the shape of that ache in broad strokes is not quite unfamiliar. And it comes so soon after what happened to Erik, too, and everything feels... heavy.

There are flowers in Eleven's hair. She likes bright and cheerful colours. Yellows and purples, especially. Laura... helped. Didn't give Eleven colours to like or things to care about, didn't dress her up and called her a person. Just gave her space to be, understanding the shape of Eleven's aches.

And Eleven... does not know how one comforts people. She knows that sometimes people yell or cry or hug. Sometimes people sit in silence and sometimes people sit with words. Words are difficult, though, like so many other things. What comes easily is this; lowering the front flap of the blanket fort to shield the two of them from the world. Food that Eleven's first real friend gave Eleven when she had to hide; food that Eleven now offers her second real friend while she has to hide in her own way.

No words, because words are... hard.

But a hand, sliding into Laura's. Like the way they clutched to one another months ago when Eleven arrived and they recognized the shape of each other.

This is nice; you're welcome for the waffles, and it's okay that your heart still aches. ]

[valle]

( It does feel a little better when El closes the blanket fort up against the world. It feels like it confines things to just right here, right now — and all the bigger, worse things are stuck on the outside. There's a comfort in a space small enough to be claustrophobic in any other context, but here it just feels cozy.

A hand wrapping around hers also helps. Not very many people in her life have touched her with kindness and care, and even fewer have been the one to initiate it. Hand-holding is a thing she learned from two mannequins at a casino, and the first time she tried to implement it, Logan ripped his away. Even still, she has a particular fondness for the gesture, and she squeezes Eleven's hand back gratefully.

It's quiet for a minute.

Then: )

Erik... adopted me. When I got here. But he's not the father I came from.

( She won't say he's not my real father, because — he's her real father. The real one. The one that stepped up and chose her in ways Logan outright refused to. That means real more than biological ever would. But still- )

Logan... the man who- ( Her voice cracks. She stops. Starts again. ) I only met him for a few days back home. And he didn't want me. But he protected me, and he died for me anyway. And I thought maybe... while he was here, I could trick him into liking me.

( As she talks, the wetness wells in her eyes, shining, her voice strained and getting a little thick and pitchy under the mounting pressure of something she's holding back. )

But I don't think I did, and now he's gone.

( So that's why. Why she feels sad, and why she hasn't been very much fun for days. )

text | un: loki

[meforsaken]

you are invited to

GIRLS NIGHT

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