Sometimes, the least sane make the most sense
Who: Scraps, Glitch, Eliza, DG [OPEN TO ALL]
When: Begins January 20th, 8 am
Where: Side Room of Infirmary
What: Visiting the Princess-Patient
"Yes, you are going to teach her to fall." Scraps stood with her fists on her almost non-existant hips. Her skirt was one of the loudest patchwork things made of prints that likely should have been burned before they went under her needle.
Glitch looked at Eliza. The little girl wasn't quite sure what to make of him. He had a zipper, like Scraps, but his hair was brown, and in matted curls, where Scraps' was a shade of red Eliza had never seen before, and while wildly curly, it had a kind of order to it.
"I don't know about children. They... they need nanny's and diapers and ... and all their marbles."
Scraps threw her hands skyward. "Does Eliza look like she needs diapers to you? And she has all her marbles. I can give her a full bag if it helps. But she needs to learn to take a fall if she's going to tumble. So your special dancing will teach her to fall all safe. Then I can teach her to do tumbles and cartwheels, and hand stands before walk on the horse or wire."
"You're gonna teach her to walk a wire?" Glitch blanched.
"And you're gonna teach her to fall, and to kick and to be the best of both worlds. Now take her in there and teach her to fall. Gently. Or I'll hide half your shoes again."
Glitch sighed, evidently knowing when he was beat.
"Hello, Eliza. I'm Glitch. That's what they call me, anyway. Have we met?" Glitch held out his hand. "hello, I'm Glitch. That's what they call me..."
Scraps smacked his shoulder. "He does that sometimes. Give him a time or two, then a gentle shove. He's a good man. Really."
"Have we met?" Glitch asked Eliza."
When: Begins January 20th, 8 am
Where: Side Room of Infirmary
What: Visiting the Princess-Patient
"Yes, you are going to teach her to fall." Scraps stood with her fists on her almost non-existant hips. Her skirt was one of the loudest patchwork things made of prints that likely should have been burned before they went under her needle.
Glitch looked at Eliza. The little girl wasn't quite sure what to make of him. He had a zipper, like Scraps, but his hair was brown, and in matted curls, where Scraps' was a shade of red Eliza had never seen before, and while wildly curly, it had a kind of order to it.
"I don't know about children. They... they need nanny's and diapers and ... and all their marbles."
Scraps threw her hands skyward. "Does Eliza look like she needs diapers to you? And she has all her marbles. I can give her a full bag if it helps. But she needs to learn to take a fall if she's going to tumble. So your special dancing will teach her to fall all safe. Then I can teach her to do tumbles and cartwheels, and hand stands before walk on the horse or wire."
"You're gonna teach her to walk a wire?" Glitch blanched.
"And you're gonna teach her to fall, and to kick and to be the best of both worlds. Now take her in there and teach her to fall. Gently. Or I'll hide half your shoes again."
Glitch sighed, evidently knowing when he was beat.
"Hello, Eliza. I'm Glitch. That's what they call me, anyway. Have we met?" Glitch held out his hand. "hello, I'm Glitch. That's what they call me..."
Scraps smacked his shoulder. "He does that sometimes. Give him a time or two, then a gentle shove. He's a good man. Really."
"Have we met?" Glitch asked Eliza."