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Mar. 31st, 2031 09:09 pmHello, you've reached Belle.
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Room 312, Friday Night
Feb. 10th, 2023 09:56 pmBelle had spent the best part of a week as a sugar glider being tended to by a very grouchy young/old man who was thoroughly fed up with her tendency to leap off things and generally risk her tiny furry life.
At the moment, however, Belle's tiny furry self was curled up and sound asleep on Five's chest. Very content right where she was and not jumping off anything.
Surely she'd stay that way all night. Right?
[I think we all know where this is going]
At the moment, however, Belle's tiny furry self was curled up and sound asleep on Five's chest. Very content right where she was and not jumping off anything.
Surely she'd stay that way all night. Right?
[I think we all know where this is going]
Room 314, Tuesday Afternoon
Oct. 25th, 2022 10:54 amBelle had returned from her classes (which had involved many more cats than she was used to) to find a single adorable tuxedo cat glaring at her from her bed.
"Oh, you knew I had to go to classes and you've had plenty of food today. There's no need for that look," she told him as she sat down and stroked his head.
Unless that look was because she smelled like many other cats. She did. She'd been petting rather a lot of them today.
"And I know you can get out of the room whenever you like so you were hardly trapped."
[for the lovingly modded cat in question]
"Oh, you knew I had to go to classes and you've had plenty of food today. There's no need for that look," she told him as she sat down and stroked his head.
Unless that look was because she smelled like many other cats. She did. She'd been petting rather a lot of them today.
"And I know you can get out of the room whenever you like so you were hardly trapped."
[for the lovingly modded cat in question]
OOC: I guess we're doing infoposts
Aug. 22nd, 2022 08:05 pmNot much change from the last time I did this, but whatever.
( A Bookworm )
( A Glowyface Alien )
( An Anxious Weirdo )
( A Bookworm )
( A Glowyface Alien )
( An Anxious Weirdo )
A hotel room at the Arms, Sunday morning
Jul. 31st, 2022 02:09 pmFive's idea of a 'more private location' had been a hotel room and Belle had willingly gone along with him. At first to talk. She'd meant it when she said she wanted to exchange stories with her old...whatever it was that Five had been when they were both still in school here.
She'd told him more about the curse and about Regina. She'd talked about Rumple and revealed that her type was indeed dark and mysterious older men with powers and murderous tendencies. She hadn't mentioned being married. She hadn't mentioned Gideon. She was saving that for later.
Of course, one thing had led to another, as it so often did, and Belle found herself waking up in bed entangled with a dark and mysterious older man with powers and murderous tendencies.
It was her favorite way to wake up.
[For that murderous older man!]
She'd told him more about the curse and about Regina. She'd talked about Rumple and revealed that her type was indeed dark and mysterious older men with powers and murderous tendencies. She hadn't mentioned being married. She hadn't mentioned Gideon. She was saving that for later.
Of course, one thing had led to another, as it so often did, and Belle found herself waking up in bed entangled with a dark and mysterious older man with powers and murderous tendencies.
It was her favorite way to wake up.
[For that murderous older man!]
Room 312, Monday Morning
May. 2nd, 2022 10:39 amDorm beds, while fairly comfortable here at Fandom High, were really designed to hold one person at a time. They were certainly not meant to hold three teenagers even if none of them were very large. This bed was holding three people right now though. For the moment.
When Belle, who generally slept well and deeply, woke up, she tried to stretch and realized she couldn't. There wasn't room and there was something of a tangled limb situation happening. That was not normal. And this wasn't her room and this wasn't her bed. And there were two young men sharing the bed with her despite the lack of space.
Naturally, Belle gave a tiny startled yell once she'd opened her eyes and realized the extent of the situation.
[For those two young men in the bed and maximum awkwardness]
When Belle, who generally slept well and deeply, woke up, she tried to stretch and realized she couldn't. There wasn't room and there was something of a tangled limb situation happening. That was not normal. And this wasn't her room and this wasn't her bed. And there were two young men sharing the bed with her despite the lack of space.
Naturally, Belle gave a tiny startled yell once she'd opened her eyes and realized the extent of the situation.
[For those two young men in the bed and maximum awkwardness]
Room 314, Wednesday Evening
Oct. 27th, 2021 06:07 pmThe cat who was Five was still hanging around Belle today. Still being grumpy and growly and adorable and occasionally teleporting because that was just how he was as a cat. Apparently. Which was not terribly different from how he was as a boy but Belle would never admit that, not even to herself.
"At least you haven't smashed anything today," she told the cat on her bed. "Yet. That's progress."
Maybe the catnip had helped? He'd certainly seemed to enjoy it.
[Expecting the cat boy! But I certainly won't keep anyone else out that would be rude especially since someone else lives here.]
"At least you haven't smashed anything today," she told the cat on her bed. "Yet. That's progress."
Maybe the catnip had helped? He'd certainly seemed to enjoy it.
[Expecting the cat boy! But I certainly won't keep anyone else out that would be rude especially since someone else lives here.]
Room 314, Monday afternoon
Oct. 18th, 2021 06:21 pmSomeone (Five, of course it was Five) had seen fit to turn into a cat. Right in the middle of an argument discussion about mathematical concepts that had somehow continued from the museum in Boston.
That was why Belle had been followed into her room by an adorable, if extremely judgey looking, tuxedo cat with little white socks on his feet who was growling. An adorable, judgey, and growly cat.
"If you'd stop flitting about the dormitory and hold still perhaps I could find you some food," Belle told him sternly. "But if you insist on disappearing how am I meant to feed you?"
An adorable, judgey, growly, and teleporting cat. Just what Belle and the island needed!
"And be nice to Jo," she added. "This is her room too."
She did not have high hopes for niceness. The angry yowl she got in response was not at all reassuring.
[Mostly establishy for shamelessly modded Five achieving his final form of an actual feral cat but could be open!]
That was why Belle had been followed into her room by an adorable, if extremely judgey looking, tuxedo cat with little white socks on his feet who was growling. An adorable, judgey, and growly cat.
"If you'd stop flitting about the dormitory and hold still perhaps I could find you some food," Belle told him sternly. "But if you insist on disappearing how am I meant to feed you?"
An adorable, judgey, growly, and teleporting cat. Just what Belle and the island needed!
"And be nice to Jo," she added. "This is her room too."
She did not have high hopes for niceness. The angry yowl she got in response was not at all reassuring.
[Mostly establishy for shamelessly modded Five achieving his final form of an actual feral cat but could be open!]
Just outside the dorms, Tuesday morning
Jul. 13th, 2021 10:59 amBelle usually made good choices. She went to her classes. She avoided Five for the most part. Things like that. But sometimes Belle got it into her head that she needed to do something heroic, or exciting, or just that she was tired of being cooped up in the dorms and wanted to go out and attempt to be useful.
That more experienced minds than hers had been working on this hole issue for weeks now and come up with nothing didn’t seem to faze her. That traditional modes of research had also turned up nothing hadn’t slowed her down. Belle wanted to go out and investigate for herself. Perhaps something had been missed! She might prove useful.
That was why Belle, having made a poor choice, was now exiting the dorms armed with nothing more than a bag containing a notebook, some pens, and a book that had seemed useful at first glance but had ultimately not provided any insight into the current situation. But it might be useful later!
Belle was going hole-hunting. Surely nothing could go wrong here.
[Expecting one at some point but I'm not the boss of any of you!]
That more experienced minds than hers had been working on this hole issue for weeks now and come up with nothing didn’t seem to faze her. That traditional modes of research had also turned up nothing hadn’t slowed her down. Belle wanted to go out and investigate for herself. Perhaps something had been missed! She might prove useful.
That was why Belle, having made a poor choice, was now exiting the dorms armed with nothing more than a bag containing a notebook, some pens, and a book that had seemed useful at first glance but had ultimately not provided any insight into the current situation. But it might be useful later!
Belle was going hole-hunting. Surely nothing could go wrong here.
[Expecting one at some point but I'm not the boss of any of you!]
