forsaken_queen | The Holy, Yew, and the Ivy Tree are green the whole year 'round

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Okay so, for those I haven't met yet, my name is Sylvanas. Miss Barbara is initiating a Buddy System. And for that she needs an accurate head count of all the kids. So if you haven't already spoken to her or to me, please do. Just tell us your name and how old you are, and if you have someone you wouldn't mind being your buddy. If you don't, we'll try to find you one. Don't be shy! It'll be a great way to make a lot of new friends.

[Locked to anyone teenage or above]

Some of the kids are really shy or still kind of skittish because this isn't their home. If you've met someone who probably won't speak up themselves, it'd be very good of you to let me or Miss Barbara know. Thank you.

[She moves as though to end the transmission, but stops, because she's had another thought.]

Oh um, on a personal note. I mentioned it to the Spider Gentleman already, but would anyone have any clothes I could maybe borrow? It's not that I don't like my uniform, but it'd be nice to have something else to put on. I'm not a mage or anything, so it's not like I can polymorph them clean or the like. I do have to wash them. Anyway, I'd be very appreciative!

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[Teen Sylvanas is very active and as social as it gets. Especially with the younger children. She can be found pretty much anywhere on the Barge. She's in the dining hall promptly for meal times, walks the garden often, occasionally with this awesome leopard that is her new friend! Sometimes she's up on the deck building a snow man, or there could be a snowball fight going on. Like when you're walking by and happen to get hit by one out of no where. She also may or may not have found the mistletoe that keeps showing up, and has taken a sprig of her own to carry about.]

Current Location: Green the Whole Year

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Mmmmm five.

Five and a half.

The half is very important. [She's being absolutely serious.] And what's your name?

Yes, it is.

Luna Lovegood.

Hello, Luna. It's nice to meet you. Have you got someone to buddy with?

No. But I don't think I want one.

Why's that?

Because they think I'm odd.

My mum says I'm special.

Believe your mom. She's right.

Mum knows everything. Where to find garden gnomes and how to make the dirigible plums float and how to paint giraffes.

She sounds very smart. I bet you're just as smart as she is.

[Even though Sylvanas has no idea what a dirigible plum is.]

Mmno. Not yet. I go to her whenever I have questions.

"You remember the story, right Dante?" He asked his twin grinning as he shoved snow up to build a little wall. Tales of Troy and more so their fathers battles had the little boy thinking a snow ball fight was a real battle, something to be victorious at! Mama always stops them from fighting this time they get to fight other people.

"Father will come collect us soon." He added, talking in an attempt to make his brother feel better and lighten up. "You have the snow ready?" Dante was on snowball duty While little Vergil half assed made the snow wall.

Dante nodded with an "Mm-hmm," to Vergil, tiny gloved hands packing away at a snowball as he thought about the stories their father told. They were great Warriors with him, no matter what they played. He wondered exactly where Father was and had started to frown a little over his snow ball before Vergil spoke up again. Looking up, Dante put on a smile and shuffled a step to the side to reveal the pile of five or six snow balls.

"Are you sure Vergil? I mean-" He set the ball down and squatted to scoop together another one. "-He's never taken us away from Mama like this before." Though.. Dante looked up. "Think if we win, then he'll take us home?"

Because even at six, Dante liked a challenge and more then that, he liked making Father proud.

[Humans are throwing snow.

Why?

A floating creature with wide, curious eyes hovers over the deck. The snowballs flying suddenly slow to a halt mid-arc in a shimmer of blue and hang in the air, the better to examine.]

[Seeing the snowball stopped mid-air by the floating kitty-thing, she laughs good-naturedly.]

Well, that's hardly fair.

[The kitty-thing stares at her and pokes a gentle thread of telepathy at her. Nothing as organized as words, but the gist is clear: Why?]

I found eleven so far. Where do I put them?

[It's not that the prince doesn't like children, he just doesn't know what to do with so many of them. They have so much energy. Why.]

Uh, no where. We're just trying to keep track of them, not file them on shelves.

[You're kind of bad at kids, aren't you Sir Paladin?]

But they should at least be supervised. That man Cambridge?

I'll take care of Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey and.. [He groans now, not at all excited about the next name he utters. But.] Jackson Whittemore.

[Sylvanas is taking notes. She's probably spelling some names wrong but whatever.]

Excellent, I don't think I've met any of them yet.

Hmm. That's a bit of a crowd. You could probably have them buddy up, if you need to take a break.

[Spelling is so overrated.]

Yeah, I will. If I need to. [He already has Plan B for doing that, even. He's pretty sure that there's only one kid in that group likely to give him trouble. Maybe two. He barely remembers Isaac from when they were younger. He could be a wildcard.]

I'd, um, try to keep Allison away from sharp things. [The kids means well, and definitely seems to know some things, but...]

And Bucky and Steve said they'd watch over the littler ones, too.

[Oh god.]

...okay in general I think most kids having sharp objects is a bad idea, but uh, why specifically, are you warning me about Allison?

She mentioned having crossbows. You know, real ones.

[Oh.]

Gotcha. I'll -- yeah I'll make sure she doesn't hurt herself. Or anyone else. I'll take care of it.

Okay. Good. [She smiles, a little, clearly relieved.] It's good they've got someone who cares about them.

Yeah. Well. They're family.

[He smiles faintly.]

[Her own smile deepens, though there's a hint of wistfulness to it.] Family's important.

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

I've got some clothes in my cabin. I don't know if they're any good. [D u b i o u s]

What do you mean?

They're all men's clothes.

Men's clothes? Like formal suits?

And uniforms and things.

What size are they?

My size. Average. Slim.

Those might be your clothes, if they're in your size.

But I don't wear clothes like that.

I'll take a buddy! Give me someone clever who can fit into crawlspaces. [It's sort of hard to tell if she's joking.]

[Sylvanas just raises a brow.]

I didn't catch your name, Miss...?

Bleu. Lady Bleu. And your name, miss?

I'm Steve, and I'm eleven - I've got a buddy already, but we could maybe watch a younger kid, too.

[He sounds vaguely amused.]

If magic could be used to clean clothes, I missed out on a dynamic business venture.

Hi, I'm Duke Crocker, and I'm up to keep an eye on anyone who needs it. If necessary, I am a genius with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

If you still need some clothes you can look through mine. [He's around her height? But far more broad-shouldered, to say the least.] Other people will probably have better, though.

D'you know what size you are?

[Oh goodness. Morgana's eyebrows skyrocket when she first sees this, but when she hears the request, she smiles.]

I have more than enough clothes for you to borrow. You don't mind dresses, do you?

[She says it like she doesn't expect them to be a problem at all.]

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