paradisalogs | i know how to dance;

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i know how to dance;

who; anne boleyn & the once-ler
what; bitchslapping and/or drinking, who knows!
where; room 1620
when; may 4th
rating; pg

Anne could scarcely believe some of what she had read on that woman's 'journal entry', if it could really be called that. Useless screeching more like, and on a day Anne could barely tolerate her own dear friends. But it had not all been for shame, since she had learned some interesting news. Some of what had been hinted at before, but never really explained. It only sparks Anne's curiosity.

She has to laugh when she passes the door in the hall next to hers, and after staring at it for some time, decided to see just where that man is. He has not been responding over the journal since, and she's irritated that she has to seek him out. But she requires some work to be done, and he is the best she knows.

She carries a small basket with her at her sides, violet skirts ruffling with each step she makes in the tower. Anne doesn't even bother to knock, why would she, just opening the door and waltzing in while calling out her presence, since there is no proper usher to handle this for her.

"Master Once-ler, I hope you are decent enough for a queen's presence."

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He flushes a little at the compliment, it's not exactly one he hears all that often.

"You really think so?" he glances down at it. "It fits pretty great. I like it. Thank you."

She looks pleased, or is it smug, and is there really a difference? "Think nothing of it. Now you must waste no time in showing it off to the rest of the castle."

Because staying in here too long will just be too pathetic. Even inventors need breaks, right? Like five minute ones... "When you feel you have...hm, had time to bond with your sweet mother, we may discuss plans for the city."

"I'm not sure about that, hermit and all that, remember?"

The other comment gets a confused look, he stealthily avoids talking about his mother but...

"The city?"

That was sarcasm anyway; it was code for 'done being holed up in your weird room'.

She slowly walks around him, to get a full view of her work, eyes lingering on an 'unless'. There always seem to be more when they stand still to talk. Anne really doesn't understand it, and can only assume it's witchcraft, but she's tolerated it this long!

"Yes. I would have an orphanage built, and I would have it be as welcoming and entertaining as possible for the children. You could make it the most...unique."

It's a terrible witchcraft. One day he will tell her what it means.

"Oh. Well, sure, that's a...pretty good cause. I could sure try anyway," he pauses. "...How do you mean 'unique'?"

"I am thinking for play, when they are not at their studies. You must have innovative creations where you come from."

"Ohhhh," he seems to relax at that, too many find his designs a little to...cooky, when in his own world they're perfectly natural Doors on the third floor: absolutely normal.

"I can do that."

His compliance makes her smile soften, and she reaches to rest her hand on his arm. It will always take time to adjust to his height. And Henry had been praised as the tallest all the time, really...

"You will bring them cheer again, and that is something to be proud of, no matter what any other says."

It would be nice, really, to make people happy. That was what the Thneed was supposed to be all about, before he tainted it and made it a moneymaker. He really does want to make a difference, and have it be a good one for a change.

"Well, having somewhere to stay would be good enough right? I just need to tweak it to make it great."

"Then we will start as soon as possible."

With a pat to his arm, Anne walks over to the basket to pull a piece of bread out for herself. "How long do your efforts usually take in these matters? The plans, the designs?"

"Well, usually a a couple of weeks, for the blueprints," he gives a soft shrug, gesturing to the room to signify the castle itself. "Everything here can change with the whims of the castle, though. It's hard to plan around that."

Anne nods as she spreads some of the jam along the bread, mesmerized by the the waves it makes as she spreads it, though really her mind is completely elsewhere. Her look is still vague as she tears off an even smaller piece to pop into her mouth.

Yes, it is quite good. She offers the larger piece, jam already spread, out to him.

"There is no need to strain your mind in haste, for first the building must be made. Perhaps we can build from one that has yet been abandoned."

"That would help, being able to work with something already there. Then I could just improve on the building structure without disturbing the city residents too much."

He takes the offered bread, taking a bite out of it.

"Pretty good."

She nods in encouragement at his approval, taking another piece with jam for herself and hoping he isn't shy about taking more for himself. Anne would just eat the jam with a spoon if she could get away with it, really, but the bread makes for a good snack, too.

"You worry for disturbing them? This will only brighten their realm. I wish to build much more than just an orphanage. This will only be the beginning; An extension of friendship towards the peoples who reside in the city."

He certainly will do that, and he cants his head a little as she speaks.

"So this is like some big olive branch, extended out to the city, huh?" he considers. "After everything, I guess they deserve a little something from us. big 'sorry we trash the place so often' gift."

Trash? That's not a good connotation, and easy enough slang to decipher. At least she hopes it's slang and not literal. "Often? How often?"

"Not as much as it used to happen. But think about it, whenever something weird happens here, it usually ends up bleeding into the city," he pauses. "And that doesn't even count the residents we have you'll occasionally attack them."

That gets a much sharper look. "Whyfor would the residents attack their own loyal brethren? Had they given cause, or were these castle denizens rightfully tried and judged?"

"Some residents are just like that," he says. "I mean, the castle brings anyone in, good people, bad people, heroes and villains. It doesn't pick and choose. Sometimes it brings in people who like to hurt other people."

"I am quite aware of the cruelty and ambition of man. In fact I am surprised there is not more civil war among the castle and city residents, when there is none to really keep the peace."

"I think there was...once. It was called the Peace Patrol. They disbanded before I cam here, though."

She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head. "Who headed the patrol? Do you know of why they parted ways?"

"Sorry," he offers her an apologetic smile. "That's all I know about them. Someone who's been here longer could help you out more than I can."

A little 'hmph' as she turns her head away to chew on her bread and get lost in thought for a minute. Perhaps Kalinda could tell her more. She had mentioned how organization around here seemed to fail; no surprise at all, without a head.

Finally, "What were you working on when I called upon you? May I see?"

The Once-ler casts a look at his workshop, his beloved sanctorum.

"...If you really want to. I mean...it's not a lot at the moment."

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