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 Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 3:36 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 8:49 pm
Lighting Prompt (Required to reach Lit Scent stage) You have just purchased an oil burner and a specific scented oil from the Solace Scents shop and you can't wait to light it! Now that you're home, it's time to find the perfect place to light that scent! However, strange things seem to happen when you do... particularly with the smoke...
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 8:52 pm
||Louis+Peter|| Lighting Solo RP~At the very best of times Peter found it hard to contain herself. But with a sparkly new gift from 'daddy,' and a whole lot of leftover excitement from being outdoors for the first time in weeks, she was giggling so hard that she almost forgot to breathe. Louis trundled into the room a minute or so after she dashed in, having only just caught up with her. She had already unwrapped and neatly set up the burner, and was sitting on the bed nearby with her legs crossed, carefully examining the label on the bottle of lavender oil. In her other hand she clutched the candle.
"Peter, dear," Louis said evenly, despite how exhausted he was from the dash home.
"Hm?"
"I'll light it," He said, wheeling over to her and offering out a hand to take the candle. Though she was well-meaning, Peter was very clumsy by nature, especially when excited. "But you can pour the oil, okay? As long as you don't spill it."
"I promise!" She squeaked, bouncing eagerly, passing him the candle.
"Dear," Louis motioned for her to stand close to the burner, as his other hand dug around for a lighter. He didn't smoke anymore, but it comforted him in a way to always have it with him. "Go slow, hold it with both hands," He told her, before she could empty the oil all over the place in excitement. He found his lighter.
Obediently, Peter clutched the small vial of oil with both hands, tipping it very very slowly over the glass dish of the burner. She pursed her lips with heavy concentration, only allowing just enough to spill out before lifting it back up.
"Good girl," Louis said automatically, flashing her a smile. He then leant up and popped the candle into place, fidgeted for a moment with his lighter, and lit the wick.
Peter watched intently.
For a moment, nothing really happened. Then, little by little, small puffs of smoke began to rise from the surface of the oil. One...then two more, followed by three or four that floated up through the air, almost looking like tiny clouds.
Louis was vaguely shocked as he realized (a little later then he should have) that smoke was not meant to behave that way, and he examined the puffs closer. They were an odd shape which he couldn't quite distinguish, and an equally odd color, which seemed to be a cute shade of purple. Lavender.
Peter hadn't noticed, on the other hand, simply inhaling the smell with delight.
"Ooh, daddy, it smells beautiful..." She cooed, "Better then the cleaning lady's toilet spray, and better then when it was just in the bottle,"
Well, Peter was happy; and as long as she was happy, Louis wouldn't have particularly minded if the oil got right up and walked around the room.
"Yes dear, it smells lovely,"
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 10:55 am
Awakening Prompt (Required To Reach Child stage) Having run into your last ounce of oil, you mournfully place it into it's burner and light it, letting the aroma spread throughout your home happily. ------ [For Those Who Want To RP Witnessing The Event]You leave for a moment, deciding you felt peckish after smelling something so wonderful, and grabbed a snack from your kitchen. When you return you witness something absolutely amazing. The end result of the incident being a child on the floor of the room. Describe the sight, and the reactions of both you and the child at the end of it all.------ [For Those Who Want To RP Finding The Child Only]Having remembered something you needed to do, you ran out of your home quickly, forgetting all about the burning oils inside. You return content, having completed your task only to find a small child wandering the halls of your home, leaving oily foot steps behind, leading to a cracked burner, and split candle wax. Describe your reaction, and how you deal with the oil tracking child.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2009 8:42 pm
||Louis+Luka|| Awakening Solo RP~It wasn't quite a crash that woke Louis from his quiet sleeping. It was more of a light crack, then some tinkling, as though someone had tipped over and broken something very delicate, made of glass. W-wait-! Realizing that he had recently spent money on something delicate and made of glass, he sat up in bed as quickly as he could.
Though the half-darkness, he saw with despair that Peter's beautiful present had been tipped onto it's side, and shattered, the last of the oil they'd been burning spilled all across the bench it sat on. And spilled all across the...floor...
The culprit's footprints! Louis quickly deducted, though was confused as to how any of the inmates got into their locked room this late at night. And to which inmate these tiny, child-like footprints belonged to.
"Hullo, there," A pleasant voice uttered from behind Louis.
Louis, in reply, gasped loudly and struggled to turn and see. Finding only that his legs bogged him down as usual, and he was unable to turn all the way, he settled for whispering, in fear, "Wh-who's there?"
"I'm not sure really, which is a shame, as I'd rather like to introduce myself and not be rude in our first meeting," Came the soft, cordial reply.
That really threw Louis for one, and he decided to try and turn around again. "Can you-?"
"Oh, my! How rude of me, I'm so sorry." The voice said, before scurrying around, climbing up the side of Louis' bed, and sitting to look him in the eye. It was a little boy, Louis could gather through the darkness, but not much else seemed obvious. Like, why he didn't know his own name, for example.
"Y-you...how...?" Louis had meant to ask how he'd gotten into his room, but was too startled and confused at the moment to get it quite right. And broken Peter's burner, too! He smelled so heavily of the oil they'd been burning, it definitely had to be him who had knocked it over.
The little boy smiled faintly at Louis, glancing over to the remains of the burner. "I hadn't meant to break it, really. Or wake you up. I'm terribly sorry."
Louis was stunned at the politeness of the kid, completely positive now that he wasn't one of the inmates. That still left the question of HOW he'd gotten here. Surely not a cabbage, or a stork...
"Oh, but thank you very much for lighting the burner," The boy chirped, looking up at Louis fondly. "And for using up all the oil, and for being so careful with everything, and for really enjoying the smell. I feel very lucky," He continued, smiling brightly.
Louis' mouth opened and closed uselessly a few times, trying to take in what he'd heard. "L-lucky?" He managed, looking with wide eyes at the boy before him. Louis' eyes were adjusting to the dark now, and he could finally see the boy sitting before him more clearly. He was a petite little thing, and seemed to have funny-colored hair, with clothes to match it. A pastel sort of...lavender color, Louis saw in shock. "Is this some sort of trick, or something?"
The boy raised his eyebrows. "Oh, no! Of course not! I'd never trick you, daddy."
Louis choked up a little at this, from shock. "D-daddy? kid, I'm not-"
"Yes, you lit me, didn't you? I don't think I'm mistaken,"
Louis couldn't even muster a reply at this. His eyes trailed over, back to where the broken burner sat, then down to the footprints that tracked across the room to...to the boy sitting on his bed. As his eyes fixed back on the small child, it gave him a small smile and waved a little. Louis coughed weakly. "You came from....from the oil?"
The boy nodded, still smiling up at Louis.
Louis pressed his hand to his own forehead, feeling the room tip sideways. He landed with a soft fwump back on his bed. He hadn't quite fainted, but he didn't really feel like sitting up anymore.
"If you don't mind, pa," The boy mumbled shyly, "I'd very much like a name before you fall asleep again."
"Oh,"
"Any name you'd like. Then you can go to sleep, and I'll go to sleep, then I can meet big sis in the morning."
"Oh," Louis repeated, turning his eyes on Peter's sleeping form, in a bed on the opposite side of the room. "Big sister? I-I guess, but..." He shook his head a little, feeling both woozy and tired. "Okay, um..."
The little boy leant forward eagerly, excited to hear his own name for the first time.
"H-how about...Luke? Uh," No, more unusual then that. He came from the oil, didn't he? "L-Luka?" Good one.
The newly dubbed Luka perked up, eyes brightening with glee. The look faded, as he peered at Louis. The older man had slipped off into a troubled and shocked sleep. More then likely, fainted. Luka gave a soft smile and crawled up to his father, cuddling up at his side and closing his eyes.
Tomorrow, he could meet big sis...and maybe go out for a stroll. Oh, and make sure his dad didn't faint again. That would be terrible.
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