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Gretel ([info]_gretel) wrote in [info]makebelievelog,
@ 2013-07-08 14:38:00

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Who: Hansel, Gretel, and later Wade/Deadpool
What: Hangover Cures and First Meetings
When: Morning/Breakfast time
Where: Their room, then the Castle Dining hall
Rating/Warnings: Low/some bad language
Status: In progress



What a fucking night - and probably the first she'd ever thought that when there hadn't been spells or village brawls or a hundred witches trying to cut her heart out of her chest. It'd been more than draining, but in a way she was completely fine with handling. As always, Gretel woke with the sun, but even in the thick feather bed in a lavish castle room, she hadn't felt safe or even comfortable until last night. All because of the man snoring on the floor beside the bed.

She'd stepped gingerly over him like she'd done a million times before, and after gently making sure he was still breathing, went about getting dressed. Not the thin summer shirt or coarse denim she'd been forcing herself to get used to. Not the flimsy underthings that had wires that dug into her ribs whenever she lifted the crossbow. Maybe for solidarity's sake, or the fact that she simply was much more comfortable, after a shower (one of the definite pluses of this time period), she worked herself into her boots, the leather pants, cotton shirt, gauntlets, and yes, even the bodice. When Hansel began to stir, she was sitting on the edge of her bed, weaving her hair.

"He lives," she said with a distinct smile in her voice.

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[info]burnthemall
2013-07-08 08:26 pm UTC (link)
The groan that he let out was reminiscent of numerous times before; either because of a brawl or a night drinking, or just because Edward got a little friendly and 'patted' his back. Hansel just twisted slightly on the floor, curling a little and wrapping his arm around the pillow his head was on, clenching his eyes shut.

"Whatever time it is, it's too damn early." His head was splitting worse than ever before and he felt like he'd just gotten an ice blast to the stomach -yeah, they went right through, but holy crap was that uncomfortable. He'd sooner ride a broomstick than this.

"What did you do to me, you devil woman?" He couldn't even content himself with sleeping more, exhausted but almost ready for his stomach to roll right there and there. Hansel prided himself on not regurgitating after a night of drinking though -something he teased Ben for rather a lot, but right then he thought it might do him some good.

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[info]_gretel
2013-07-08 08:41 pm UTC (link)
She couldn't help but smirk. Her brother saved that particular moniker for times like not stopping him from a pint competition with a gigantic Swede, or goading him on when he stubbornly refused to accept he might have put too much powder in the turret cannon. This time, however, she probably deserved it, knowing the shit-storm that had settled in his gut, and the way his head likely felt as if Edward were stepping on it.

"Nothing you wouldn't have done to for me," Gretel answered, still pleasant with the morning and the fact that he was still here.

"Here." Something cold touched his hand, and something more familiar tickled the back of his neck; she had bent over the edge of the bed, the still-damp and curling end of her braid dusting over his shoulder, offering him a clear plastic bottle of clear liquid. "It's water. And some of the best you've ever tasted, I promise."

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[info]burnthemall
2013-07-08 09:04 pm UTC (link)
Considering the water they were used to was tepid and usually somewhat less clean, he didn't doubt it. Apparently there were upsides to this place after all. Hansel still groaned as he pulled himself to a sitting position, taking small sips from the bottle at first before a few cautious gulps followed.

"My head still feels like it did that time we met that brick of a witch that decided to try and remodel her lair with my face." Which had resulted in Hansel vomiting for nearly a full day afterwards and not managing to remember his name for two days.

"How do you make this stop?" He had to put the bottle down, leaning back against the edge of her bed and her legs, pressing the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. "You trying to poison me?" So maybe he got a little melodramatic when he was suffering the effects of the night before.

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[info]_gretel
2013-07-08 09:24 pm UTC (link)
That witch had been more than a headache for both of them. Gretel didn't exactly have a cruel bone in her body, but she'd've been lying to say she didn't enjoy roasting her ass after what she'd done to him. Took her time about it, too.

"I'm not trying to poison you, Drama Queen," she mused gently, running both hands over his hair for it's meager comforting quality.

"You remember the Christmas breakfast the mayor of Ruffalder gave us after bringing his daughters back from the briar hag?"

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[info]burnthemall
2013-07-08 09:47 pm UTC (link)
Hansel's stomach growled loudly at the memory of that breakfast just as he leant back a little at her light petting. They'd practically been given a feast, on top of the town's doctor looking them over, payment for burning the witch and room for the night, they'd been fed well enough for a week in one morning.

"Why do you do this to me? It's just cruel you know." He had to struggle a little to his feet, wobbling slightly before shaking his head slowly. "I need some God damned bread." Possibly a whole loaf.

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[info]_gretel
2013-07-08 09:56 pm UTC (link)
That actually made her smile -a full on grin, not unlike the ones she had when she was trying to keep good news from him for surprise purposes; a Christmas present or a new gun. With an eye to make sure he wouldn't topple over, Gretel pushed to her feet, smoothing out the faded green bodice with a sharp tug at the bottom.

"Double that breakfast in your head, then imagine having it whenever you want," his twin sister promised, already heading for the door to the castle wing beyond their room. There, she paused, smiling at him expectantly.

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[info]burnthemall
2013-07-08 10:33 pm UTC (link)
For a moment, walking was bad. For a moment, walking was the worst thing to ever be thought of. But that slowly evened out and Hansel started to follow Gretel, knowing that she had something up her sleeve -she only really got that look when she had some kind of surprise.

"Oh God woman, what now?" As he followed her through the room and down the wing, he really couldn't say much else, wincing against the light coming in and mostly keeping his head down.

At least until they arrived in what had to be whatever passed as their serving area. The smells hit him first, almost enough to floor him really, until it levelled and Hansel just groaned again, this time not from discomfort.

"I'm absolutely going to make myself sick." So long as his stomach didn't protest to being gorged though, he had a good idea that he wouldn't be. Considering there had to be everything there right then, Hansel was just somewhat disbelieving. "Okay, you tell me about weird time jumps and costumes of some sort, but not that they feed you like it's a damn crowning of a king?"

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[info]_gretel
2013-07-08 10:54 pm UTC (link)
Wearing a fairly self-satisfied half-smile, she leaned a shoulder against the ornate stone arch they stood beneath, folding her arms lazily and watching him stare at the spread. There was no doubt in her mind that the people sitting in the back row could hear his stomach growling. Or churning. More than likely both, but the food here was the cure for that, wasn't it?

Found out from her own experience.

"Sorry. I don't think with my stomach," she chortled at him. "Would you have believed me anyway?"

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[info]burnthemall
2013-07-08 11:33 pm UTC (link)
"I don't think with my stomach, I just don't process well when it's empty." Which was a mild exaggeration, but close enough. Hansel got very grumpy when underfed.

He probably wouldn't have believed her though, she was right there. She'd have gotten a scoff and he'd have told her to stop making shit up just because. But then and now, well, he had a stomach to attempt to fill.

He wasn't even bothered about over filling right then, he'd worry later. If it happened to be the greasiest food he ever touched in his lifetime, well fine. Candy hadn't killed him, grease wouldn't either.

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[info]_gretel
2013-07-08 11:56 pm UTC (link)
As he wandered down the line to pile a plate full of meat, Gretel bumped off the wall and plucked a grape from it's bunch, watching him with a grin that still hadn't gone away.

"Whatever you say, little brother," Gretel was happy to tease him, even while he was still wallowing in the over-dramatic. The hangover would pass as soon as he had food in his stomach, maybe with a few more bottles of water on top of it, but he'd have to forgive her for being so gleeful. She'd never say it, but he'd know it eventually if he didn't already; the time she spent without him had left it's burn. This was her relief.

She grabbed her own breakfast; more plump, purple grapes and a side of white toast, heavy with butter, along side a short stack of 'pancakes' drizzled very, very lightly with syrup. That's about the extent of sweetness she could handle in a day. Hansel was still working down the line by the time she sat down, making sure it was somewhere easy to see.

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[info]bigmouthmerc
2013-07-09 05:00 am UTC (link)
Wade was off from work today but his mind had run all night with thoughts about what Booker had told him with Loki being around these parts. Wade wasn't always a fool but he knew he could be naive at times. Loki, at least in his world, had fooled him once. But, he'd also given him what Wade so desperately wanted--to look like himself again. Maybe he was vain, but he only wanted what everyone else in the world wanted, and that was someone to share his life with. How was he supposed to find that when he looked the way he did?

Despite getting not nearly enough sleep, Wade was up early to get a nice helping of pancakes and bacon with a big cup of coffee. He was already dressed; this time in jeans and a long sleeve henley with his mask and gloves on. He spotted a familiar face while looking for a place to sit, wandering over to Gretel and sitting down across from her.

"Hope you don't mind." He said with a smile in his voice, taking her in for a moment. That clothing was definitely not something you saw everyday, but Wade liked it. Loved it, actually.

Then again, Wade was already quite smitten with Gretel.

"You look fantastic." He complimented, unable to keep his eyes off of her, and it was then that he was thankful she didn't see where his eyes felt like roaming.

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[info]_gretel
2013-07-09 05:17 am UTC (link)
He happened to catch her mid-bite, a piece of toast half wrapped around her lips, which broke into a smile of greeting briefly before being covered by her free hand, for the sake of manners, you see. She still had them, after all, even if they were subconscious scraps of a childhood she barely remembered. She doubted her brother ever really had them at all.

"Thank you," she chuckled warmly, once she made sure there were no crumbs on her face. The compliment was accepted without premise, as Gretel didn't automatically associate her attire with anything out of the ordinary, and she likely looked much less stressed now that Hansel had shown up, as she'd told Wade last night.

"Of course I don't mind, I've been looking for you, actually." The heel of her boot caught the wrung of the chair beside her and nudged it outward so he could sit. "Hansel's ogling the mountain of food, he'll be back shortly."

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[info]burnthemall
2013-07-09 07:40 am UTC (link)
'Back shortly' was about two seconds after Gretel spoke, Hansel having filled the plate with anything that would fit -minus the eggs, his stomach wasn't ready to accept eggs. He still had a piece of bacon hanging from his mouth when he sat.

"The last thing I ate was Ben's sad excuse for oats, don't start with me, woman." There was no heat in it, as usual. Just another one of the twins harmless teasing. Chewing through his bacon, Hansel just regarded Gretel's friend quickly, taking in the exceptionally strange clothes and the mask and just raising an eyebrow.

"Who's your friend?" Why did Gretel always make such strange friends?

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[info]bigmouthmerc
2013-07-10 04:46 am UTC (link)
"You do know we live on the same floor right? I'm in 5a." He reminded her with a smirk, just being a smartass because he knew she could handle it and could sass him back just as well. Or better.

"I'm excited to meet him. So long as he doesn't kick my ass for flirting with his sister." Wade would have winked but well, you know. "Oh right, you were looking for me about the thing right? The healy thing we talked about? That might be an... interesting breakfast subject."

Wade rolled up his mask to just over the bridge of his nose and tucked into his breakfast and of course, his coffee, while they waited all of a couple seconds for the other to join them.

"Wade Wilson," he said to the other before Gretel could speak, leaning forward and sticking out his hand. "Heard a bit about you. Good to put a face to the name."

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[info]_gretel
2013-07-10 05:09 am UTC (link)
Before Hansel arrived with his breakfast, Gretel kept an eye on him from around Wade's shoulder. Maybe to make sure he didn't get lost, or get grumbly with one of the other castle residents, but mostly because she felt very uneasy letting him out of her sight just yet. When her masked company spoke again, mentioning flirtations and his constant proximity to her room, one thin brow nudged up over the other, tugging with it the same corner of her mouth as if the two were connected by an invisible string. The look carried both amusement and challenge, and was warm in nature. It was a mien that went well with her dark little chuckle and said It's your funeral.

Back to watching her brother round the cooked meats, she nodded. Wade had a very good point; Hansel really didn't like when people knew about his affliction. Best not to spring it on him. "Don't worry about that right now," she told Wade, letting her eyes slide back to his face -or, the mask, anyway - leaning forward on the table to keep the words between them. "For now, just let me bring that up."

When Hansel sat back down with them, she helped herself to a piece of his bacon, prepared to bat away any counter-measure in the process.

"This is the mercenary I told you about," she told him casually.

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[info]burnthemall
2013-07-10 04:58 pm UTC (link)
It took a minute really, between all the crazy that Gretel had dropped and the few names she'd mentioned, Hansel took a little minute to attach 'Wade' to 'mercenary that got me drunk' from his fuzzy memory of the previous night.

"Right, yeah," he took the hand offered on automatic response. "I think she told me good things." Hansel said, chewing around a piece of bacon and glaring at Gretel's thievery. "You know that I can remember."

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[info]bigmouthmerc
2013-07-14 03:01 am UTC (link)
Wade smiled under the mask and glanced at Gretel, giving Hansel's hand a firm shake in his grip before letting go and sitting down again.

"She told ya good things huh? Well I'm glad. I'm a pretty awesome dude though so I don't doubt she said awesome things." He teased. "You can't see it but I gave a playful wink."

He set back to his meal, finishing it off like a guy who hadn't seen a good meal in weeks. In truth, he was a horrible cook at best and was used to chimichangas and food from places that were considered greasy spoons. Or were 7-11s. This place? Paradise as far as he was concerned.

"So... what are you guys gonna do now?"

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[info]_gretel
2013-07-18 08:16 pm UTC (link)
Undeterred by her brother's dagger-look, Gretel suppressed a snort of amusement around her ill-gotten bacon, but kept the lion's share of her attention mostly fixed on her breakfast.

"One thing at a time," she answered Wade's general question to both of them. Dealing with their monetary situation was just one notch on a long list of things that had to be addressed, now that Hansel had shown up. Her eyes flicked up to Wade, then her twin after she sneaked another small bite of toast, catching any crumbs left on her lips with the back of her hand.

"After you've got your head back on right, we can show you around. Probably wait to go into the city."

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