Hurricane Hattie on the Horizon

[ella_of_frell]

Who: Ella of Frell, Hattie of Ehvenn, Dorian of Gray (er, wait -- )
When: Today!
Where: Dorian's Place
Summary: Studying at Dorian's apartment after seeing to the 'mildew' problem. Hattie's paranoia leads her to the apartment.
Warnings: Hattie. :I And probably lots of arguing. And ... god help us all.


Still a little frustrated over Hattie's behavior of late, not to mention a few other things, Ella had agreed to see to Dorian's mildew problem. She was dressed in an altered version of the French Maid outfit that Haruhi had snipped to h-ll and back, having sewn a layered skirt over it so she didn't embarrass herself or give people the wrong idea. A knock at the door heralded Her arrival at the apartment. After they tackled this issue, they could work on those French lessons.

Comments

[mostbeautiful]

[Dorian doesn't understand 'swine flu']

She doesn't look ill, Hattie dear. I don't think it's influenza.

[He approaches Ella, pinching her chin.]

You're playing a joke, aren't you?

Come on, stop it. Speak Clearly!

[ella_of_frell]

[ Oh she's sick all right. Sick of Hattie giving her commands. At her remark, Ella turns sharply, leveling a glare at the older girl briefly. Contracted through kissing? How DARE she - just what kind of a girl was she trying to imply Ella was?

Erk, hand on her chin. Ella's attention shifts to Dorian, balking a bit, and she raises both hands to push him away. But. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you, those beautiful two last words. ]

I said stop it. [ No touchie! And shaking her head a little. This is why Hattie thinks she's always over here being kissy kissy~! ]

I'm sorry Dorian, but now isn't a good time for lessons, I think. Why don't you entertain Hattie for a while instead. I'm sure she'd love that.

[blondandperfect]

[Hattie stroked her own chin, about to make up an elaborate lie about what the symptoms were when suddenly... Ella was speaking normally again, cutting off her fun and causing her to be taken aback for a moment. She'd forgotten, anyone can tell her what to do.]

...

[Was Hattie not the only one that knew about it anymore? She had been here for a year after all.]

No.. I think I should be on my way as well. Ella, you and I need to talk. In private. Mister Gray, I'm truly very.. Very sorry about this.

[mostbeautiful]

[As is usual, Dorian thinks he understands. Ladies are fragile and fickle and inclined to strange whims.]

I'm glad you've recovered, Miss Ella. Miss Ella, Miss Hattie, perhaps another time then.

[ella_of_frell]

[ Ella shot a look at Hattie, inwardly bristling. What could she possibly have to say to her NOW? ]

As you like, milady. [ Although she'd been hoping Hattie would have been more interested in throwing herself at Dorian for the rest of the night. SIGH. She curtseyed to Dorian nevertheless, smiling fairly pleasantly. ]

I bid you good night, Dorian. Until next time. [ She turned to go. Hattie might want to talk with her, but Ella wasn't going to wait for her. ]

[blondandperfect]

[Hattie isn't happy. She should be enjoying time alone with him until this revelation came up. She departs with a curtsey all the same.]

Of course! Have a good evening, Mr Grey.

[Only once the door is closed behind him does she hiss her outrage; in a surprisingly quiet tone. That is, after she manages to catch up in her heels.]

You did exactly what he told you! What do you think you're doing being so careless? You'll ruin everything!

[ella_of_frell]

[ Dang, she caught up. ]

What are you talking about? Ruin everything what?

[blondandperfect]

[You're not Speedy Gonzalez, Ella. At least not -yet-. Who knows what science will bring!]

You know exactly what I'm talking about! The moment someone else figures out that you do exactly as you're told, I'll b- I mean we'll be in for it!

Come to think of it, does anyone else know about it??

[ella_of_frell]

[ Yes. Toushirou knows. Meg knows. Everyone else who knew left the port. ]

How should I know?

[ She may not be Speedy Gonzalez, but she's powerwalking all the same, trotting down the stairs swiftly. She could have taken the elevator, but she didn't trust the ones in this apartment. ]

[blondandperfect]

[Annoying brat!]

Ella -stop-.

[ella_of_frell]

[ And. She. Stops. It's probably weird that she just stops with one foot off the stair like that, in a physics defying position - she SHOULD tumble down the stairs or something, but the magic powered curse keeps her in the exact position she was in a few minutes. ]

... [ Oh and she's SO annoyed too. ]

[blondandperfect]

[... You are so weird, Ella. Hattie doesn't notice until she steps in front of Ella, then looks downward. What is wrong with you?]

.. You just don't know when to quit, do you? Stand properly.

Now, tell me who else knows your secret.

[ella_of_frell]

[ The annoyance increases tenfold, but she steps down onto the step below her (stumbles really), and looks levelly at her stepsister. ]

No one else knows. [ If that secret is the fact that she stole her necklace back and hid it. ]

[blondandperfect]

Don't give me that look, I'm the one that should be annoyed!

[She then blinks in mild surprise.]

What? Really? Only I know about it?

[ella_of_frell]

[ Yeah. I have to suffer your obnoxious commands and yet YOU'RE the one that should be annoyed. ]

It beats the purpose of being a secret if a lot of people know about it.

[ Nevermind Hattie was more than likely talking about Ella's curse, but being that she wasn't specific - hello loopholes~! ]

1/2

[blondandperfect]

[Hattie squeals in delight, clapping her hands as she hears exactly what she wanted to hear!

Yessssss! Excellent, well then just be more car--

2/2

[blondandperfect]

[ .. Waaait a minute. This had to be a trick somehow. Hattie didn't have the slightest idea how, but certain she was missing something. Ah, right, humiliation. ]

... We're going to play a game, Ella. Slap yourself in the face every time I tell a lie. Ready?

I'm the only one that knows your secret.

[ella_of_frell]

[ Aw crap. ]

Actually I don't think I'd like that ga-

[ *SLAP* ]

... game. [ She glares at her hand as if it were to blame. Because ouch. ]

[blondandperfect]

[DUDE! Hattie jumps in surprise at that slap. On the other hand she slaps her own hand over her mouth to keep from bursting out into laughter because.. Wow. That was way funnier than she expected.]

*PPFPPPPPPppppppppfPPPT*

[*cough* Damn it all. Somehow Ella danced around the real answer. But how? Hattie was certain she asked directly!]

You know where this is going, don't you? You could either tell me what I want to know, or I could get a directory and name every single person in Siren's port. What's it going to be?

[ella_of_frell]

Fine.

Harry Dresden. [ Except Harry isn't in the Port anymore; but Hattie doesn't know that~! ]

[blondandperfect]

[Hattie blinks, then says in astonishment.]

You still see Harry. Is Kyra his mutt's baby?

[That would explain so much. That's frightening, actually.]

[ella_of_frell]

Harry's always been a friend to me.

[ Phew, she bought it. And .. then that comment just gets a stare. ]

Wha.. yo.. what... no. No. Blessit, No. What is wrong wi.. NO.

[blondandperfect]

[Hattie raises a hand to her chin. For a moment she conteplates confirming that Kyra is really not the offspring of the dog, but that's getting off track.]

Harry and I are the only ones that know your secret.

[ella_of_frell]

[ She's pretty sure Mouse was male anyway so that would have been an impossibility. The follow up question gives her the urge to shove Hattie down the stairs, briefly. ]

Yes.

[ Is what she says, but her hand is already flying to her face with a SLAP. And now both of Ella's cheeks are stinging and red. This was seriously getting on her nerves. ]

[blondandperfect]

Oooh!

[...]

.. Oh.

[ANNOYING. Ella must really be mad to lie to her face like that. Hattie tries to keep her patience, and crosses her arms. Unlike Harry, she isn't a detective.]

Who else?