i know how to dance;

[ensorceler]

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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[whichwayyoulean]

"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."

[ensorceler]

"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."

[whichwayyoulean]

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

[ensorceler]

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

[whichwayyoulean]

"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."

[ensorceler]

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?"

[whichwayyoulean]

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."

[ensorceler]

Artists can be very particular, she knows, and he already is eccentric. Anne has a special fondness for artists and their works, and she can't help but show them more leniency than others. ...So long as the matter isn't too important.

"Are you still fashioning the design on paper?"

[whichwayyoulean]

He gives the smallest of shrugs, a little awkward.

"It's past that stage now, it's mostly just lots of pieces of machinery that eventually need tom come together to make one machine."

[ensorceler]

"Machinery... And a machine is...a sort of device? As in the machina, I assume?"

Completely clueless on machinery, but curious! If it can be explained to her, many things are interesting. At least this is a less morbid topic that dead city residents.

[whichwayyoulean]

"Yeah, here, I guess it's ok if I show you."

He cast her another look, before sighing and heading into his workshop, gesturing for her to follow. It's a touch brighter than the rest of his habitation in the tower, strewn with various parts and tools, blueprints decorating the walls. There's a lot of half-finished things lying about, either by him losing interest or hitting a roadblock in the inventing process.

[ensorceler]

Anne follows close behind, having little care for his need for personal space, though the distance grows whenever she sees something that catches her eye, allowing her steps to slow or stop.

"So many! However can you keep track of it all?"

[whichwayyoulean]

The simple answer is that he doesn't. So much of it is abandoned for some new project or other, when some random new idea pops into his head and distracts him, leaving whatever he was working on unfinished and abandoned.

"I just pick at stuff when I feel like it. It's no big deal."