[Acro] GLoG 44: Continuity has no place here!

[celtois]

... and back

Aldren, keeps walking covering the 20 feet rather quickly. He's still singing but it's so quiet it's almost like he isn't saying anything at all. He pauses outside of her open door, wondering if there is anything he should say... or if he should just keep going. She didn't seem evil after all.

[Lex-Kat]

Butler just puts his hand on her head and pets her a little.
"It's alright ma'am. It's practically a part of my job ma'am."

Shania sits back. When will they release me? I promise I'll leave immediately and never come back.

[Reinholdt]

"Oh we don't want you to leave if you don't want to ma'am. But I think they'll let you go when they think it's safe for you ma'am. They once locked me up to protect me too ma'am."

[Lex-Kat]

Why would they lock you up Butler? She looks at him confused.

[Je dit Viola]

I'm back too.

Her door's a little open, like, at a 45 degree angle.

She's in there, painting again, but she's finally painting the blue parts. And she's humming softly while doing it.

[celtois]

He knocks softly on her door frame.. doubts echoing through his mind.

[Je dit Viola]

Come in! she calls, a stark contrast from her earlier mood. She has no idea who's at the door right now.
And she has about half of the blue (sky and water) painted in right now.

[celtois]

He walks in slowly, softly humming something.. a song of creation.. he's creating flowers..

[Je dit Viola]

She's facing the wall, painting the mural, so she doesn't see who it is. But she hears his humming. Aldren? She turns around and looks at him. Oh, hi. I just want to apologize for what I did earlier...

[Reinholdt]

Hmm... how to explain that one. "Well somebody managed to get a hold of a piece of me ma'am. And they used it to control me ma'am. And every time I visited that person, they'd take more of me ma'am. So it wasn't safe for me ma'am."

[celtois]

he finishes humming and flowers appear in his hand. Funny, that's what I'd come here to do... I really shouldn't have said that.

[Je dit Viola]

Oh, wow! she says, looking at the flowers. They're so beautiful! Where did you get them?

[celtois]

I sung them into being, just now. That's what I was humming. I'm glad you like them. His cheeks turn a little rosy. I better go get changed if I'm going to help you with this paiting.

[Lex-Kat]

{Shania's Cell}

Hmm... how to explain that one. "Well somebody managed to get a hold of a piece of me ma'am. And they used it to control me ma'am. And every time I visited that person, they'd take more of me ma'am. So it wasn't safe for me ma'am."

Shania looks stunned. Like... voodoo?

[Reinholdt]

Butler looks confused. "Voodoo ma'am? What's that ma'am?"

[Je dit Viola]

Yes, you could go get changed. she says. Speaking of which, she's somehow in a pale green dress again. And it has red and blue paint on it, but mostly red.

She also wonders what's going to happen to the flowers. She has nowhere to put them.

[celtois]

This time he thinks of the clothes room. I'll be right back.. Oh, by the way I like the dress it's very pretty. he walks off there and selects a very nice set of painting clothes or so he thinks.


You see he doesn't really understand this whole gender of clothing thing.


After getting changed in walks back towards her room, in a plain white tunic that based off the cut is probably female, and a long brown skirt. They fit him quite well form wise, but the shirt is a bit baggy in the chest.

[Lex-Kat]

Voodoo is evil magic. Where someone takes a part of you, attaches it to a doll, then makes you do horrible things. Shania looks around, as if someone is watching her now.

[Reinholdt]

"Mmmm... I don't think so ma'am. At least there was no doll involved ma'am. He did keep making me hurt myself ma'am. So I guess it's similar ma'am." Butler looks around as well to see what she's looking at.

[Je dit Viola]

Oh, thank you, she responds to his compliment.

When he comes back in, she conceals a laugh, and says So you chose a *snicker* kilt and a blouse?

She's smiling, and she says Well, I'm on blue now. It's pretty easy, just coloring the sky and the river. on the left side of the room.

[celtois]

I think it's called a skirt actually. He pauses slightly confused by her laughing decides to change the subject. Well I'd be glad to help you. He takes a paint brush and ,helps where he can with the blue paint

Surprisingly it actually looks quite good on him.. gives him a sort of innocent village maid look..except male and with wings.

[Je dit Viola]

So...

Thank you.

After a while longer, the blue will be done.

All that will be left is purple, black, and brown.
Hmm...I think it's pretty good, don't you think? The left side of the room is a stark contrast to the right side. And the transition in the middle is only partways done, it's suposed to be mostly the three colors left.

[celtois]

It looks quite good. much nicer then when you started. He smiles, generally content, with the idea of creating beauty. He looks at the remaining paint tins and the unfinished patch of wall.

[Lex-Kat]

"Mmmm... I don't think so ma'am. At least there was no doll involved ma'am. He did keep making me hurt myself ma'am. So I guess it's similar ma'am." Butler looks around as well to see what she's looking at.

Which doesn't help her. Do you see something?

[Reinholdt]

Butler shakes his head. "No ma'am. What are we looking for ma'am?"

[Je dit Viola]

Yes, it does look good. And I think I'm done for now. she says, wondering how to get furniture. No, not yet. She still needs to finish painting. But she doesn't want to do that right now. ...what else is there to do here?

[celtois]

Go swimming, read, watch a movie, train though most of the members occupy most of their time with their lovers. His cheeks turn slightly reddish again. You could go have that meal you wanted.

[Je dit Viola]

Actually, swimming sounds nice right now. she says. Where's the pool?

((sorry for the long non-post))

[Lex-Kat]

Somone watching us. If she could, she'd whisper.

[The Bushranger]

And Quinn now undeadtimes, in the detention wing, well-meditated.