Parvati Patil (chicniche) wrote in cuaditchic, @ 2020-06-12 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, -player: maxi, c: malcolm preece, x-c: parvati patil, x-player: amber |
12 June 2020
"I just don't see why you're hanging around this place is all," shrugged the sock monkey seated at the bar. The thing had walked into the Squealing Snitch sometime around 10am that morning before the small lunch crowd arrived. "What do you mean?" Parvati entertained the enchanted toy as she cleaned up a section of the bar it had been harassing a few regulars for the last few hours before they departed with thoughts to consider. Given the advice she heard the damned thing giving all afternoon, she knew it was probably a bad idea to encourage - but when a stuffed toy comes at people with such brutal honesty one couldn't help but be a little curious. "This place... really? How are you ever going to find a suitable person to be with in a job like this?" the monkey's arms waved absently at the space and looked toward the ceiling. "You've changed." Parvati let out a chuckle, "How would you know? We've only just met." "I know you better than you think," the toy offered. "You had such potential to be an independent woman with career goals - now you're slumming it with a broken quidditch player playing pub owner and hiding behind a bar listening to other people's adventures instead of taking your own." "Slumming it?" the Gryffindor responded quickly, a bemused shocked expression crossing her features to hide what nerve the monkey's words had grazed. "I don't think you're using that term properly." "Well, what else would you call going from an international party pleaser with the potential of a promising real estate career in exchange for... whatever it is you're doing. What are you doing?" the monkey pointed it's stuffed hand at a glass she was cleaning. "I'm prepping for the early Friday rush in a few hours," the woman answered with a casual shrug. "Though if you hang around I don't suspect we'll have much of a Friday rush." "Oh no- don't change the subject, dearie," the toy leaned into the bar. "I really want to know why you're here. It's almost been two years---" A sudden gasp left the faux animal and its eyes got large. "You love him." "What?!" Parvati laughed. "Love who?" "YOU LOVE HIM!" the toy pointed at her and stood on the barstool accusingly. A particular defense curled up Parvati Patil's spine as she was blindsided by the accusation, "I have no idea what or who you're talking abou--" "The idiot that owns the place!" the monkey placed its hands on its waist in a triumphant power stance. "That explains it. It's why you're still here. Doing the dumbest job of all time. You love him!" A slow accusing high pitched inhale of air followed. "I do not!" Parvati demanded pointedly. No longer finding the accusation of love amusing in the least. "If you knew anything about me you'd know Malcolm Preece drives me mad-" "-Mad with love." the monkey interrupted sing-songing. "NO. He's impulsive and annoying and not to mention he's--" "Chiseled jaw, shockingly fine physique for a beer-bellied swine. Makes you laugh even when you don't want to--" "NO!" Parvati countered annoyed. "Stop it!" In that moment music started somewhere off in the distance. A panic rose in Parvati as she recognized the gradual audio build was usually a sign someone was entering from somewhere with a musical number just for her. "Oh for fuck’s sake.... this is hardly the time," she mumbled to herself as she tried to focus on cleaning up the last of the dirty pint glasses and trying to get the monkey's terrible accusation out of her head. "It's never the wrong time to realize you're in love," the monkey announced unaware of the music playing in the Gryffindor’s perception. “Will you just go bother somebody else, please?” Parvati practically cursed at the toy just as the audio of the private musical theater performance from Malcolm Preece began. “Did that order of the extra pints co--” Malcolm’s words dropped off, or well he thought he was still saying exactly what was on his mind about orders, but instead he bent down as his upper body started to sway before the first words came out of his mouth, a surprisingly clear deep voice. "I got up late again today" Standing up he held his hand to his heart before spinning and dancing around the tables as he sang the first verse. Parvati clenched her jaw and tried to keep cleaning her space. The stuffed monkey swaying in it’s seat. And I'm scared of everything “What about the salt?” He thought he asked, but she saw him spin around starting the next verse. She watched him, the words of his inner-song aching a bit at the raw feelings he obviously carried with him. I'm talking to the walls The song was such a low vibrational outlook that Parvati couldn’t but feel concerned, touched, and intrigued by him in that moment. She knew that there were more layers to her employer/friend - but well… they never talked about it. And this… song… as it swelled to the chorus and he danced smoothly around with such ache she couldn’t help but feel compelled to help. Compelled to fix his mistake… his…. No…. Fucking Monkey!! She attempted to shake off the compulsion to take on Malcolm Preece as a personal project. Though, the louder and more passionate the cry from the lyrics came all Parvati Patil could do was stare at him a pity of longing in feeling the same way. A mix of confusion fueled by the passing suggestion of a stuffed toy. A suggestion that she couldn’t possibly un-hear. Am I jaded? The words belted out of him as he hurried to a wall spinning and flattening his back to it his arms reaching above. Am I jaded? He fell down the wall his arms above him before he collapsed to the ground and finished off the rest of the lyrics. Parvati’s brow raised at the contemporary dance moves he offered. As the song came to an end the bartender was staring at him unaware that the performance had ended. An expression of out of character longing that she wasn’t aware she’d offered to him in response to his actual real-world question. “Did I ask you if--” He paused unaware of the musical number he’d just belted out as he stood up from where in his mind he was picking up a napkin that had fallen. “Vati?” He asked notion the look on her face. “Are you okay?” Parvati’s mouth opened and closed before she tilted her head and her brow pinched. “Er…. uh….” She shook her head and fumbled over a, “Sorry, what?” “I asked if you are okay.” He told her, his brow knitted together in worry. “Oh!” Parvati’s brows raised and she glanced at the monkey and back to him. “I’m…fine.” She forced out the word with the intent of sounding unbothered, but that seemed incorrect. So she heightened her voice, “Great! I mean… awesome…Sorry. What- What did you need?” The more she spoke the stupider she sounded. The worried expression didn’t go away as he took a moment before speaking. He didn’t believe her, that was clear. “Uh, I asked about the pint glass order, if it came in, are you sure you are okay? You seem,” he paused. “Upset.” “She’s in love,” the monkey interjected. And in an unexpected panic, Parvati reached over the bar and grabbed the stuffed toy by the mouth and yanked it into her arms. The monkey’s body in a headlock. Parvati struggled only minorly against the stuffed toys flailing arms and attempt to break free. She forced out an uncomfortable laugh and simply answered. “Don’t listen to-- Pint delivery is in the back.” “Listen to?” He turned his head a few times before seeing the stuffed monkey. “The monkey?” He chuckled confused. “What did you hear?” she asked her eyes wide as if he’d caught her in a lie. The monkey mumbled something under her tight grip as it stopped flailing to hear his answer as well. “The monkey that was,” he stopped not sure what was going on. “You’re being odd.” “Yeah,” Parvati nodded ignoring his accusation as she backed toward the kitchen door. “---I’m gonna take my break now.” “Are you sure you’re okay?” He called a little bit louder than he needed to, the few people in the pub turned to look at him. “Mmm-hmm,’ Parvati forced a tight-lipped smile as she nodded vigorously before leaning on the swinging door and disappeared to throw the stuffed toy in the trash outback. Malcolm shrugged making a mental note to ask her about it later. Hopefully, he’d remember. He returned to what he was doing clueless to musical numbers his favorite employee was dealing with. 🐒 12 June - Stuffed monkeys are on the loose in Cuaditch today. They are delivering horrible advice about your love life. 🎼 8 June - 14 June - SIX CHARACTERS wake up this morning, and everything is well, kind of musical. For the next week, you'll be seeing musical numbers. The emotions of people played out in songs. You are the only four that can see it. What you do with it is up to you. *Players; please comment with songs your character might be caught 'singing!!!' 🍝 - PASTA Group Challenge - Have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else? |