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[brookesmart]

The Midsummer Night's Dream Fairies: more woodland, less ethereal, Geoffrey had said. Or rather, agreed that he didn't hate the idea after Brooke shrieked it at his face, which is as much of a go ahead as Brooke ever needs

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[new_ophelia]

It's really rare that Kate needs a last minute babysitter, what with being a control freak and all. And usually she wouldn't think about just dropping in on someone like this (other than Duck and Geoffrey) but she has eaten something horrible and is about to vomit on her baby and no one is around.

Sam happily settles in front of Brooke's hut as Kate raises her hand to knock, pausing at the last second. Because that was a weird sound...kind of a familiar sound. An 'Oh Shit' kind of sound. She slowly starts to creep backwards and makes a grab for Sam a moment to late as he takes it upon himself to pound his little hands against the door, grinning up at Kate.

Shit.

[brookesmart]

Brooke freezes, minds casting wildly between finishing what she's started, or answering the door. It could be important, after all! It could even be Priestly, brought here by some kind of horny mind meld.

She's still considering this when the soft knock comes again, but no, Priestly would never knock like that.

Brooke gets up anyway - it's not like she's going to get anywhere now - throwing on a robe before she pulls open the door.

"Yes?" she asks, blushing even deeper when she sees who's on the other side. Great, now she's warping tiny, tiny minds.

[new_ophelia]

"God, God I'm sorry," Kate moans, dropping to all fours to grab an ankle as Sam tries to make a crawling dash into the hut. Brooke's in a robe and there's probably some naked man in there and she brings her baby like the world's worst party crasher. "Sam," she scolds, dragging him backwards. "So sorry."

[brookesmart]

"Oh, that's all right," says Brooke, even if she would eventually like to get back to business. It's just hard to resist a baby, especially one delivered right to her door!

She fixes Kate with a look, steely eyes over a cheerful smile daring Kate to contradict her. "You weren't interrupting."

[how_youdoin]

Joey was going to be Fairy and while other people might have laughed at the idea, he was super excited. Mostly about the costume because he was manly enough, dammit, to be excited about dressing up with wings.

He hoped there were wings. That was why he'd tracked down the designer - to find out. He knew she lived somewhere around here, in a hut, but that was as much as he knew, so he'd resorted to peering in through windows till he found her.

What he discovered was a hell of a lot better though. His eyes widened and he cupped his hands around them to block out the light and see better. "Woah..."

Was she...?

"Heeehehehehe," Joey giggled, low and dirty, having absolutely no sense of privacy whatsoever.

[brookesmart]

It takes a moment for Brooke to catch the sound over her own, ahem, growing commitment to her task, but whens he does she sits bolt upright, only remembering to jerk the sheet up afterward.

"Who's there!" she shouts at the wall through which the sound seems to be traveling. "Yorick, if that's you I'll break your friggin' arm!"

[how_youdoin]

Threats didn't sound good. Threats didn't sound good at all.

"Heehe--oh. Uh, no, not Yorick," Joey assured her, calling through the window. What kind of name was Yorick anyway? "Just uh...just me! Please, continue. Don't mind me." His grin crept back onto his face. Funny how his staring hadn't stopped.

[brookesmart]

"Joey?" Brooke's voice hits a register that's unprecedented. God, this is so much worse than when Rachel caught her in the same act, at least Rachel was a girl.

She stares at the window, mouth working soundlessly until she shouts, "Well quit looking already!"

[youknow_nothing]

Most of the time, Ygritte slinks around as silently and secretively as her tiger. It's part of her mystique as a wildling woman, and frankly, she enjoys the slinking.

However, with those better known and more loved, Ygritte feels free to bang on doors and holler at the top of her lungs. Sometimes a woman just wants to be loud.

"BROOKE!" Bang bang bang. "BROOKE!"

[brookesmart]

"What!" Brooke yelps at the sudden sound, Ygritte's bellows damn near loud enough to shake her walls, and dammit, those aren't the walls Brooke's looking to bring down right now.

She throws herself out of the bed, barely upright before she pulls on a long t-shirt, yanking it down to cover everything important before she jerks open the door. "Christ, Ygritte!"

[youknow_nothing]

"What's a Christ?" Ygritte strolls right past her to perch on the bed. "People are always flinging that word about, and I can't rightly figure out what it means."

There's not a bit of remorse in her for having caught Brooke off guard. People should always be aware of the possibility of strangers bursting into their homes.

[brookesmart]

"It's a curse," says Brooke, voice still thready and breathless. "In this context, it's a curse."

She puts a hand over her rapidly beating heart, tugging at the hem of her shirt to make sure nothing's hanging in the wind, so to speak. "You startled me."

[ilovemykilt]

It's not that Priestly doesn't knock, stomp, and otherwise make his presence known. It's that he doesn't stop to make sure someone's heard before carrying on inside, just assuming that it's all right. He doesn't do it with everyone, or everywhere, just places where he knows he'll be welcome.

"Hey Brooke," he says, then pauses and looks up. "Oh, hey Brooke."

[brookesmart]

"Oh god," Brooke groans, and even she doesn't know if the sudden sound is out of pleasure or embarrassment, but she sits up anyway, taking the sheet with her as she goes.

"Priestly." He's handsome enough to take her breath away at any time, now being no exception, and Brooke sucks down a few lungfuls of air before trying again. She pushes her hair back, putting on a pretty, if disheveled smile. "You didn't knock?"

[ilovemykilt]

"I knocked!" he said. "I knocked hard! I knocked till my wrist hurt! I mean...not that I'm implying that...I'm not trying to comment on...uh, should I just go?"

[brookesmart]

"No!" However much Brooke wouldn't have chosen him finding her quite like this, her siren call has clearly drawn him here, and now he's staying to see it through. He just is.

"Don't you dare, this is all your fault anyway!"

[ladybuggger]

Brooke's quilt is done, and Jen is very pleased with it. It may actually be her favorite quilt of the ones she's done so far. She usually lets the recipient pick the fabrics to use, and unsurprisingly, the ones Brooke picked look great together.

Jen's got the quilt neatly folded and wrapped in a sheet she got from the clothes box to protect it from dust and stuff, and she heads over to Brooke's hut to deliver it. "Brooke? You home?" she calls as she knocks, oblivious to whatever might be going on inside and hoping Brooke likes the finished product.

[brookesmart]

Oh balls. Of all the people to catch her at this particular time, Brooke thinks Jen might be the one to be most embarrassed, which is sort of okay, because at least Brooke won't be suffering alone.

She pulls on a shirt, chucking some mismatched pajama pants on afterward, hair still in a dizzied nest around her head when she opens the door.

"Hello," she says with perfect evenness, smiling at the sight of the quilt in Jen's hands. "Oh! You finished it!"

[ladybuggger]

"Yeah! I really hope you like it, I think the fabrics went really well together," Jen says, then frowns as she gets a good look at Brooke. She's got definite bedhead; maybe she's been taking a nap. "I'm sorry, did I wake you up? You aren't feeling ill, are you?"

[brookesmart]

"Not ill," says Brooke, unable to help the nervous giggle that follows. "Just a little...frustrated."

She opens the door wider for Jen to pass through. "You know what I mean."