I'll paint the walls some more... (Active, Open)
Characters: Rapunzel, anyone!
Time: One of the many January 5ths
Location: Anywhere in the Blackstone Hotel
Content: Rapunzel will NEVER RUN OUT OF WALLS TO PAINT! A new canvas every day!
Format: Prose
Warnings: none?
Rapunzel stood and eyed the wall she'd painted the day before warily. "Wall," she demanded, "Why was my paint back in its cans this morning? What kind of magic is this? I painted you yesterday!" In her tower at least she'd had Pascal to talk to; it wasn't as if she expected the wall to answer, but then again, if it were a magic wall, who knew what could happen! She had yet to meet the other inhabitants of this large tower.
The bare walls of the hotel had been such a rarity for Rapunzel, whose tower's interior had been decorated down to the last square inch, that she had gone a little crazy in a gleeful painting spree when she finally acquired some paints. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about her work disappearing, but... there was something to be said for having a blank canvas all over again.
Unwilling to venture outside on her own again just yet, what with the vampires and other dangers, Rapunzel could keep herself entertained for a very long time redecorating the Blackstone.
Hooking her hair around the chain supporting the light fixture in her current location, Rapunzel created a makeshift scaffolding of hair and started up near the ceiling, singing cheerfully.
Time: One of the many January 5ths
Location: Anywhere in the Blackstone Hotel
Content: Rapunzel will NEVER RUN OUT OF WALLS TO PAINT! A new canvas every day!
Format: Prose
Warnings: none?
Rapunzel stood and eyed the wall she'd painted the day before warily. "Wall," she demanded, "Why was my paint back in its cans this morning? What kind of magic is this? I painted you yesterday!" In her tower at least she'd had Pascal to talk to; it wasn't as if she expected the wall to answer, but then again, if it were a magic wall, who knew what could happen! She had yet to meet the other inhabitants of this large tower.
The bare walls of the hotel had been such a rarity for Rapunzel, whose tower's interior had been decorated down to the last square inch, that she had gone a little crazy in a gleeful painting spree when she finally acquired some paints. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about her work disappearing, but... there was something to be said for having a blank canvas all over again.
Unwilling to venture outside on her own again just yet, what with the vampires and other dangers, Rapunzel could keep herself entertained for a very long time redecorating the Blackstone.
Hooking her hair around the chain supporting the light fixture in her current location, Rapunzel created a makeshift scaffolding of hair and started up near the ceiling, singing cheerfully.