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orleans-jester · 3 years ago

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Juvie Break

Ellie was ready. She had done a lot of thinking about this last night after texting Dale. After crying her darn eyes out because of what had happened. There had been a lot to think about. This - this was going to not only be putting the spotlight on the Beagles but on her as well. Because she was going to be walking right in there with Dale Laveau, making demands, and you know what? She was going to burn the place down to the ground if they didn’t comply. She knew that right off the back. Mazzie and Jax - they had put those images into her head the night of the party of what could happen to Babyface. The island. The donkey. No - no. She simply was not going to let that happen. Those three - those were her weaknesses, but especially the boys because boys just could not be trusted to take care of themselves. Mazzie was a badass. She had power. Babyface could play badass and he could snark off to the judge all that he wanted but he wasn’t going to be able to fight against something like that. So she was going to fight for him.

Waking up early was easy. It was engrained in her. Bakery life and all. Up at four to start the morning breads. In the summer she usually followed along with her parents schedule to help out, to form the loaves and cut the lines in the top before passing them onto her father who would put them into the oven after a quality check. And so she sat in the kitchen of the bakery, apron on, helping with the loaves, and opening up to her parents about what was going to happen today. She had to tell them. It wasn’t something that she could keep. Not the island thing but - but breaking Babyface out at any cost.

Obviously the parents were not happy about this and tried to dissuade her. Assuming a false identity was one thing. She could get in serious trouble for that. But breaking someone out of juvie? And potentially causing damage? They tried to talk her out of it but Ellie was headstrong.

“You’d do the same if it was mom,” Ellie would argue against her father.

“Well that’s because I love your mother. She’s my wife.”

“Even before she was your wife, obviously,” Ellie rolled her eyes. “And you - you would do the same for dad OR for Elsa. You can’t say that you wouldn’t, mum.”

And they couldn’t. They couldn’t say that they wouldn’t. But they still tried their darnest.

“He’s just a boy, Eleanor-”

“It’s BABYFACE, dad. He’s not just some boy-”

“You could get hurt-”

“I’ll be with Dale. He’s not going to let that happen.”

“But-”

“I’m doing it with or without your permission, but I’d really, really, REALLY appreciate it if you didn’t hate me for this,” Ellie breathed out. “I can’t tell you why but - I can’t let him stay there. But it’s really serious. You know that things here aren’t what they seem. What could happen to him is worse than what you can imagine. I promise that. And I promise that I’ll be careful and I won’t get hurt and I’ll do whatever Dale says and I’LL try to do this with as little problems as possible.”

She thought she was being sneaky. Putting emphasis on I’ll. There was no way she was gonna put that on Dale. Not with the way that she knew him.

“She really is going to go whether we like it or not,” Anna said, kneading elbow-deep into some dough.

“She’s got to much of you and your sister in her, I told you that,” Kristoff retorted.

“Tell Babyface that he can come and sleep on our couch if there’s any problems,” Anna finally conceded. That brought out a smile of relief on Ellie’s face. She kissed them both on the cheek and then went to get ready by morning’s light, dressing in black to feel more - prowly like? Added a purple belt to try to bring some of that badass Piper energy that she wanted to emulate so badly and then waited for Dale, a box of goodies for him and a tin of Meltdowns for Babyface when he came out. He was probably missing those.

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orleans-jester · 1 year ago

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Thomas actually had to get ready for the ball in a separate room. He knew that if he didn’t, he’d be dropping things, buttoning up buttons wrong, not getting his tie set in place, or getting the swoosh of his hair right. Valerie would be far too much of a distraction. So he would leave her with a graceful kiss to the hand, and a ‘Try not to look in the mirror too much, or I’ll be stuck staring.’. It was easier for him to get dressed that way, plus he was a man and only a suit was really needed. He tried to look sharp. Dapper. The collar showing off beard that was growing back in nicely after the wacing fiasco. That didn’t keep it at bay for too long.

His first reaction at seeing Valerie? Jaw dropped. No, like, actually. Dropped. Down to the ground. It was close to popping. He was speechless for the first couple of minutes, and finally, the back of his fingers made their way against the mesh layer that exposed the beautiful skin beneath, feeling it. “The angels, not half so happy in Heaven went envying her and me,” He spoke softly, quoting Poe.

He treated Tree as an old friend, when they met once more. He held onto Valerie’s hand to make sure she was comfortable before he moved onto the one side and even then, his hand wrapped around the back of Treebeard’s head so he was ready to grab her if she started to fall backwards in the momentum of being carried up.

And everyone else took the bus which did not look like a normal bus anymore. It had become Figaro’s little project, keeping their mind away from the missing of their father, of their friends. Losing Lance, Arthur and Wulf had been a ttough blow. Forever fucking grateful that Willem wasn’t there, though. It wasn’t anything that a youtube video would be made on, the bus wasn’t a house but instead of seats, comfortable couches stolen from neighboring homes were screwed right down. Made it a bit more cozy. More speakers. A television where Speed was always showing. “I heard you like buses so you could watch a bus while you ride a bus,” They’d say, trying to sound like XZibit. And they still very much wore their Gilbert Garfield costume. And they very much brought Iorek, red scarf still on, as their plus one. He was housetrained and dignified and the invitation didn’t say anything about not bringing an animal. Iorek lounged in his own special air conditioned section in the back of the bus, with his own couch that took up the whole width of the back.

As for Frank, he was with Delta through all the preparations, only leaving her side once in a while to take care of something on his own, and he was dressed to the nines tonight. He nearly wore the costume again, the leather had always had a nice feeling against his skin, the braces too, but he went for something more luxurious, more worthy of a ball. He’d walk with his other head, large hand against the small of her waist, eyes scanning everyone as they came through, catching every thought. Like Thomas, he was used to being on a security detail at all times, only he used his telepathy rather than his sense of hearing or smell.

He wasn’t pleased by the Cheshire situation, his face remaining in it’s usual dead-eyed stare. He wanted this to go perfectly, for Delta’s sake. This was the first big event in Feral. The first time everyone was getting together. It mattered to her more than she would express, he knew that, so he was putting work in, or at least attempting to. Cheshire’s mind was too maddening to really read.

Thomas and Valerie, Thomas leading her in by holding her hand up in the air as if they really were the fancy people that they looked like. “Ahh - there she is, I was wondering why I hadn’t seen her around our Lothlorien lately,” He said, pleasantly surprised.

And there was Maddy, dressed like the starry night sky with that corsage on her wrist. Did it match her outfit? Not at all. Did she still accept it proudly and with a flush on her cheeks when Bastien had brought it out? Absolutely. It was a Halloween ball. Not everyone needed to be matchy matchy. She had her eyes on her husband, making sure he didn’t get too far, while her phone was tucked neatly into her bra, an app connecting her phone to the baby monitor down in their dungeon-home, ready to vibrate if crying started up.

And there was Clopin. Still in his Beef costume, rips and asscheek sticking out … tastefully. Stitched up makeup that he’d say was an homage to the King of Franks himself. He’d give a full on bow as he walked in, on his husband’s arm.

Elsa had grown a little distracted by the polar bear in the back. One would think she would be used to bears, considering who she was with. Who she had been spending all of her time with. But the woman in red did look a little confused as to why there was one on the bus. And was it -

Was it drinking a coke?

GoGo definitely joined Scout since she wanted to see Feral in all of its glory. She heard the stories about New Orleans, the way that it had been, but this was their first time in this new, darker place. She came inspired by Morticia Addams, taking a day off from studying and work - thank fuck for that. Elsa greeted them all, giving Dale, Chip and Scout large hugs. She had missed them. She wasn’t going to pretend that she wasn’t. Koda had been good for her - she was visibly more happy, almost glowing, than she had been before, rocking that sexy but still more on the conservative side dress.

Ellie came on the bus, grinning at Figaro’s costume. “Do you have a powerpoint about … what this is?” She asked the person who was dressed as a cat behind a mask of some old guy. The only way that she knew Gilbert was his voice in the Aladdin movie, so the face was totally unfamiliar.

“I’m working on it,” The muffled voice behind the mask.

And then the shout from Dale made the redhead turn her head and there he was. Her best friend. Her person, other than Babyface. There was a big hug, in which she totally wrapped herself around him, arms and legs, nearly tackling him to the ground. This was one of the reasons why she wore shorts. She knew she was going to be in a tackling mood when it came to Curls McGee over here. “Fuck you for never coming to visit!” She balked back, her grin stuck on her face.

She waved to Scout over Dale’s shoulder, and then proceeded to ruffle up Dale’s hair even further. “Yeah, I know. He loves me,” She grinned, cheesily, and finally let her legs down but kept her arm around the Laveau, her eyes then settling on her Aunt. “Hey Aunt Elsa. Hey Koda. Should I call you Uncle yet?” She teased.

Elsa tutted and rolled her eyes, though they shined with delight at finally, after ten months, seeing her niece again. She was growing up so fast. Almost looks like she went from a teen to an actual young woman. Probably came from dealing with adult problems like not having a home, and dealing with loss and yet - Ellie looked Happy. Which was all that she could wish for. “I see your attitude hasn’t changed.”

“I see your fashion sense has. You look great,” Ellie said, taking in the appearance of her aunt in formal dress. And not just stuffy old lady clothes, like … cardigans. The two women met then in a hug, and it was probably one of the few moments that she would be away from Dale or Babyface’s side all night.

Frank and Delta's Ball

Feral was open.

Invite Only. Sure. But it unprecedented that Feral let people in that didn't live there. This was first since Feral became... well... Feral.

Delta Castle was decked out. She finally decided I have a ballroom. I'm going to fucking used it and have a god damn ball. Why the fuck not?

People were busy. Friends were vacationing. It was spooky season. Voodooists had feast after feast and celebrations no one could keep up with. Witches, alchemists, magic users of all kinds knew the veil was thin and were in high demand. Busy bees all from necromancers to fortune tellers, mediums, to paranormal investigators. Still, even the Laveaus knew how special the invite was. They were going to take the time to come to Delta's home. Her home. Not just feral. What a thought really. The very idea she was allowing people to bring plus ones was really something else. Though Valerie suspected if anything went wrong Delta would have the last laugh considering at that point whoever fucked with her at that point could never leave. So it was a pretty trusting giving situation all things considering.

Valerie was dressed like a daughter of October, her hair all flouncy She didn't have many chances to truly wear big extravagant dresses aside from the theater, but it really depended on the show. Most everyone would come in through Figaro's bus except Valerie and Thomas. They'd be the only one's who didn't. They'd get a personal escort from Tree. He'd show up for them and give them a ride in his branches up the mountainside to the castle, an Ent-Walk if you will, the VIP service. The best part would be Valerie noticing Tree had a bow tie on down around his lower trunk. He dressed for the occasion.

"Looking handsome, my friend. Looking good. I missed you."

Going through the doors of the castle everyone would be given a gift bag with party favors. There'd be a keychain inside that said Stay Feral. It was starting to be Delta's little catch phrase when she showed face on tv or podcasts. She didn't do a lot of PR as she wasn't much into that sort of thing, but it did happen. She and Frank did go out sometimes and they'd get approached.

The place would be packed too. Valerie hadn't expected it to be quite so populated considering what she heard of Feral, but Delta invited a large amount of fae from the other realm. They all came in from the hidden tree door in her childhood bedroom. The portal had always been there and it was getting more use now than ever before. She was slowly getting to know her homeland even when she wasn't there just by Diablo's shared mind with Maleficent. Then when she did make visits the puzzle pieces would mold together so much faster. She could learn at advanced speeds.

By the time anyone from the outside got there the fae were dancing and it would look like a full party. Where was the music coming from? That's what Delta wanted to know.

The DJ booth was empty. How long could it play on it's own? She should have known better than to hire a cat. Where the Hell was that cat now? At the buffet again. Of course. Right next Zero. "Cheshire. What are you doing?"

Chess pointed at Zero. "He wanted a bone. So I had to eat until I found the right one to throw to him. He's very patient. A very good dog."

There was a whole plate full of eaten meat with just the bones left piled up high at least a foot on it next to him. She glared at the plate.

"These are soup bones. Not throwing bones."

"Mhm. That's nonsense."

"I know. I can't believe there's not been one good throwing bone in all this buffet yet. You should really talk to the chef and get a refund."

"I. Am. The. Chef." Delta said through gritted teeth.

"I see. My. My. Well, now we know why Daddy went out of business, don't we?"

"Get back in the booth, CHESS!"

"Touchy. Touchy." Then she really just laughed as she disappeared into curls and swirled herself back into the DJ booth.

Delta looked at the plate and there was Zero staring at her. Delta rolled her eyes and threw them all right at him. Bones scattered all over the floor. At least Chess was good for rave effects all wrapped up in a furball. But, she really did need her to stay at the booth, at least until after the dance with her girls. She needed her to be ready in case she signaled because there wasn't a set time for it. She was going to wait till everyone was ready. Plus, no one in weird costumes or big dresses was dancing in that shit. They had to do a quick change up for it first. She needed the DJ to pay attention. After she could slack.

Funny enough Zero wasn't the "dog" there. Willem had brought Slippery with them so there was a real dog that was pretty happy about that pile of thrown ribs.

Then in the most random thought Delta tilted inspired by the bones. She walked up to the DJ booth and requested, "Bone Thrower by Revolution Smile." It was exactly ball room music, but this was her ball. What did people expect? Knowing the lyrics by heart as outsiders started to pour in it almost felt fitting. It wasn't an ode to the outsiders she invited. But, it sure was an ode to the outside world right now. Fuck everyone but the people she allowed here. Her weird ass quirky misfits and monsters, even the annoying ones like Chess.

The rocker in Valerie's heart walked in during this with Thomas smiling, like fuck yeah. The lights were all over the place. This place was kick ass. She didn't even know Chess was going to be here. Her smile widened when she noticed her at the DJ booth. "Look love. It's Chess."

Then there was Bas and Maddy. They lived right downstairs and would arrive right after their vacay just in time. So, they didn't have far to get here. All they had to do was come up their lighted steps.

Bastien would have taken some of the good stuff tonight and the lights were tripping him out. Everything was messing with his senses and he was lost in a world of his own and that included the bass and his wife's skin and perfume in the middle of the dance floor.

For those than can see he gargoyles they'd be all three be sitting on their rears in chairs with their arms over the ledges glasses on, or half cocked and crooked on their heads giving people nods and peace signs who walked by. Even his voices were high.

Then there's going to be Kuzco. The man has no shame. Ball? Were they supposed to get dressed up? Shrugs. All he knew was there was music and costumes allowed. This guy never wore anything normal. He shows up in ALF costume, but not just any Alf costume. It was a plastic horrid 80's kid's costume with the wretched masks that cut your face and no one could ever breathe in.

He managed to get a hold of the largest size possible, but it still didn't fit him even though he was a pretty small guy. Almost but no cigar. So he cut the legs and wore it like a poncho over his clothes. He'd say, "Here kitty kitty to Chess" way too many times all night since Alf liked to eat cats and not in the sexy way.

Willem and Nutmeg were in a circle of fae dressed as fauns comparing their fake horns to people with real horns having loads of fun with it. Everyone was hamming it up loving sharing the concept with each other. Imitation was flattery. They did feel flattered.

While all this was going on Figaro was getting a round of passengers to haul up. Koda and Elsa being in the round coming up. Koda invited his uncle to come along but he passed on the situation this time. Maybe next time if Delta let people in again. If this went well who knew? Dale and Scout were also in this batch and if GoGo was accepted an invitation to come with Scout she would too. The triplets and the Savanne kids were being babysat by Caim's people this time. Jules had a bunch of kids despite the exterior lack of responsibility. Tray assured them no he could handle it. If the halfling could handle a coven of vampires, and survive Hell as half human, he could handle a few pups and a couple zombies. They were going to be alright with Unkie Jules and Tray. Scout was a little disappointed her buddy Tray wouldn't be with her this round, but he insisted she go since Feral was going to be full of all her old friends. She needed this.

Babyface, Black Arts, Ellie, and Nebby on this ride in too. The bus was getting pretty stoked to go on up to the castle. Dale couldn't sit down with his Barbie Box on so he put it in the seat next to him. So, he'd be sitting there with his hair nice and gelled and his crop top on when he noticed Ellie and Babyface loading the bus and talking to whoever they were with. He assumed that was the fam he kept talking about but his brain didn't go that far yet too excited with, "ELLIE!" He stood up and went running down the aisle.

First hug.

Second smile.

"God damn. Fuck you for staying away so long. Fuck you both."

Scout waved from behind him a seat over.

"He means that in the most loving way possible."

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