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Dora Tonks is (polymorphic) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-20 11:28:00

Entry tags:

!shelved, day 19, james t. kirk, location: gym, nymphadora tonks, open

Who: Dora and anyone in the gym at nite
What: Dora wants Mummy and Daddy. For reals.
Where: The Gym
When: 1015-ish pm, Day 19
Status: Active
Rating: G

Dora had a great day, really. She had met all sorts of new people and played all sorts of games! The little girl really couldn't have asked for a better Dream Weaver than Rose, who totally got her. And Andy,Connor,Sigma,Sam, Yana, and Chris were all great too. Dora didn't even mind being told to get some sleep! She had actually been able to settle down and lay down on her cot, eyes drooping closed somewhere around nine or nine-thirty.

But an hour later, Dora woke up because she was thirsty. It was such a weird and fun dream that she had! She couldn't wait to til her parents all about it and ask to go to London and people watch to see if maybe Rose was on vacation. When Dora woke up this time though, she still wasn't in her brightly coloured room. Grover was still missing, and she was still on the cot.

Which was weird because she went to sleep in her dream..so she should have really woken up, right? No. Not right at all. Glancing around, she saw the other kids and furrowed her eyebrows a little bit, tugging on piece of hair nervously. Slipping off the cot, Dora shuffled into her too-big boots and hesitantly started walking around the area. She was a big girl though, and was trying very hard not to cry.

Too bad that even big girls wanted their mommies. "Mummy? Daddy?" Whispered. "I wanna wake up now."

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illdoitinthree
2009-09-05 02:56 am UTC (link)

So far, so good, Jim. "The house dropped down from the twister, and everything was bright and colorful in the new land. Dora had no idea where she was.. it certainly didn't look like Kansas." Let's see.. let's see.. what came next? Jim opened his mouth, and faltered for a second; the details of the story were sketchy, but he tried to recall the plot as best he could. If he had to make up things as he went along.. well, hopefully, she'd allow the creative, alternative interpretation.

Ahh.

"Then.. um, a witch! Yeah, a pink witch appeared in a bubble to little Dora. It was the Good Witch of the North.. uhh..." what was her name? "Ro...salinda?" Blink. "She told Dora that she was in the Land of Oz, and when Dora turned to look at her house, she noticed a pair of legs with red boots sticking out from underneath! The Good Witch Rosalinda told her it was the Wicked Witch of the East, killed by Dora's fallen house." He paused and narrowed an eye in thought. Death was.. kid-friendly, right? Well, he didn't go into detail, so Jim assumed it was okay to continue.

"Suddenly!" he widened his eyes, "The Wicked Witch of the West appeared to take the red boots from the dead witch! But the Good Witch Rosali--Rose, acted quick and with her magic, she put the red boots on little Dora."

So far, so good still. Mental pat on the back, Jim.

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polymorphic
2009-09-07 01:55 am UTC (link)

Dora listened, but was starting to giggle here and there. "Glinda." Dora stage-whispered, being all helpful for her storyteller. "She's the Good Witch." But then Dora thought about it.

"And they're slippers, not boots." Also helpfully stage-whispered from the first grader. Smoothing out the blanket, Dora flopped back onto the cart so she was laying down but then turned on her side to listen still. "How come the Wicked Witch never got a name? And is she really wicked? I'd be very sad and mad if someone's house dropped on my sister." She looked at Jim expectantly, waiting for his thoughts on the matter.

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illdoitinthree
2009-09-08 07:32 am UTC (link)

Oh, yeah.

Okay so he was a little dodgy at best with the details but in his defense, he hadn't heard this story since he was a kid! And he'd never met anyone else who knew it - then again, he didn't exactly play storyteller often. "Nope, they're boots in my version," he supplied with a nod. His version. You know that's just his safeguard for any future discrepancies. Ah Jim, finally using your head.

"Well I'd be very sad and mad too," he agreed and tapped his chin in a show of consideration for her earlier questions. "And the Wicked Witch of the East never got a name because she dies early in the story, and she's not really important," yes, he's making that up, "unlike the Wicked Witch of the West. She should have a name.. let's see." After a second of consideration, he shrugged and looked to Dora, "I can't think of any names for Wicked Witches, what about you?" If he was going to play along as it being a different version, then he'd have to continue straying from the original story. For once, that was easier done than said. Jim was already doing a fine job of skewering the story.

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