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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 8:37 am
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Hollandaise was in the reaper dorms. She had chosen her destination at random - that is, she had closed her eyes, spun around thrice and walked forward, ending up at the reaper dorms. The warder was on a mission, possibly ill-conceived, to spread the joy of plants to those who did not know it. To that end, she carried two plants: one a small succulent, the other a flowering tea bush. Tucked into the neckline of her (new!) dress, she had a couple handmade pamphlets which were titled 'How to Love Your Plant".
She counted the doors she passed, trying to decide where to leave a plant. The first door she tried was unlocked, but it was also completely uninhabited: the most unideal place for a plant. The second door was locked, but in her time at the school, Hollandaise had discovered an almost preternatural ability to pick locks. Humming softly, her thin fingers made quick work of it and she swung the door open slowly. Candlelight greeted her, the small flames reflecting in her golden eyes. Not ideal, no, not enough sunlight, but it might do. Maybe someone would love the plant and let it bask in the sunlight! Hollandaise's eyes sparkled in her fancy.
Quietly, she eased into the room, wooden feet carefully picking their way around stacks of papers and books. It was... kind of messy, to be honest. Really messy. Her fingers twitched with the urge to straighten things, organize. "There you go," she whispered softly, and moved a stack of papers on the desk to set down one of the plants. One of the papers drifted to the ground.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 9:15 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:54 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 1:19 pm
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"Oh," she cooed at the cat. "Come here, dear beast." It was so close and had the prettiest blue eyes. Her hand dropped to the floor to steady herself as she leaned further forward. Dresses did not matter when there were fluffy creatures around, especially, if there was no one else to see. Hollandaise typically had not bothered with things like undergarments; she had to thank Merry for the introduction of cute and lacey things. Cute, lacey, metallic scraps of fabric were her favourite. It was strange, she had thought sadly, that underthings were not meant for showing the world.
She leaned down a little farther, hand trambling as she held it out. Her foot shifted, bumping against a stack of books. So close. "Shhhh, come here. I only want to pet you." Hollandaise tried to hold very, very still, and ignored the fact that her dress was riding up a little bit.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 3:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 6:42 pm
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With a creak of delight, she began to scratch around Sharpie's ears. "How did do you do the invisible thing?" Still scratching and stroking, she began to wriggle backwards, attempting to coax the cat out from under the desk. Thinking she was clear of the desk, she straightened... and promptly slammed the back of her head against it. With a windy yelp, she dropped down and immediately scooted the rest of the way free, delicacy be damned.
"Beaastie," she called out, searching the shadows for the gorgeous cat. Hollandaise had probably scared it with her yelp. She frowned, biting her bottom lip. Suddenly, her eyes alit on something else then widened in dismay. "W-who are you?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 6:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 7:21 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 7:26 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 10:29 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 5:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 5:36 pm
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