Title: Welcome to the Big Tent
Verse: Grand Ambitions
Claim: Sumerian ME Bingo![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
allbingo
Beta: None
Fandom: Original
Character(s): Delora, Maeve, & Henry
Pair(s): Delora/Maeve, pre Delora/Maeve/Henry
Author: Katt/![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spiralicious
Words: 697
Rating: Teen & Up
Summary: The girls give Henry the grand tour of where he'll be living.
Warnings: None
Written for the prompt(s): House of Abundance
Henry wondered if maybe they had actually entered the lobby of some grand hotel, or at least a ludicrously fancy B-and-B, instead of Delora's house and he hadn't been paying attention. He was wrong. The main areas of the house were decorated in dark earth tones, mostly brown. Strategically placed art objects were littered everywhere; antiques, replicas of ancient Greek statuary, and things he couldn't readily identify that all seemed to belong in the study of some turn of the twentieth century business mogul, instead of house of two college girls. There wasn't much furniture, but what there was were large statement pieces and that statement was “I look simple, but I cost more than it would take to buy and sell you.” The kitchen looked practically industrial, as if on standby to produce dinner for twenty at a moment's notice.
Somewhere around the sixth guest room, Henry finally found his voice again. “And how many people did your parents expect to live here again?”
Delora paused in her elaborate explanation of the décor no one was listening to anyway. “Just me.” She blinked and tilted her head in seeming confusion.
Henry didn't know what to follow that up with and let the girls lead him through the rest of the house.
He didn't get to see the girl's room. Maeve quickly slammed the door shut before he could even attempt to peek in. Someone had painted the door in navy and off-white pinstriping, making it clearly stand out from all the uniform wood around it. He wondered if it was an expression of individuality or simply a safeguard from getting lost.
He was allowed to wander the artist studio, as long as he refrained from touching anything. It was cozier than he had expected. Two large easels stood facing each other in the center of the room. The walls were lined with shelves in customized dimensions filled with the appropriate supplies. Two tables and a desk floated in the room, not seeming anchored to anything in relation to anything else in the room spatially. The most notable thing though, was the mess. Thus far, the rest of the house had been creepily pristine. This was quite the opposite. Paint was splattered over everything, including the skylight. Soiled rags and drapes were tossed about. Paper was strewn all over the floor. Every single square inch was stuffed with things; thrift store bric-a-brac, neon idols, children's toys, photographs, and, most bewildering to Henry, a stuffed badger, among other things.
Each bathroom was elaborately themed after a Greek myth.
The indoor pool had been modeled after a Roman bath and also had a hot tub that would comfortably fit six.
The library was another room that the girls clearly actually spent time in. It was not in the same state as the art studio, but it was a den of chaos all the same. The shelves were full of books to be sure, but so were the chairs and tables and the floor, some in neat stacks, some strewn about. Joining them were an exploded globe, pages covered in hastily scribbled inky cursive, dioramas, and what looked to be a recreation of Godzilla crushing Tokyo with figures made of carved soap - and if they were all cats.
The dining room fared slightly better. It made Henry think of the Mad Hatter's tea party, but with a stately Gothic twist. The top half of the walls were papered in a plum and silver argyle pattern and lined with paintings. Nearly identical thick, richly carved gold painted frames surrounded each painting, but within each frame were recent pieces ranging from the merely quirky to the macabre. The centerpiece of the table stretched almost its entire length, featuring large fake blooms and fake fall foliage in dark colors. Interspersed throughout were neon figurines, peeking through to watch you eat.
Here Delora spun around, apparently having concluded her guided tour. “So?” She smiled.
“So, what?” Henry said a bit more brusquely than he had intended.
Maeve sighed. “Are you in or what?”
“Oh.” Henry looked around. “Of course I'm in.” Who could say no to front row at the carnival?
Verse: Grand Ambitions
Claim: Sumerian ME Bingo
allbingoBeta: None
Fandom: Original
Character(s): Delora, Maeve, & Henry
Pair(s): Delora/Maeve, pre Delora/Maeve/Henry
Author: Katt/
spiraliciousWords: 697
Rating: Teen & Up
Summary: The girls give Henry the grand tour of where he'll be living.
Warnings: None
Written for the prompt(s): House of Abundance
Henry wondered if maybe they had actually entered the lobby of some grand hotel, or at least a ludicrously fancy B-and-B, instead of Delora's house and he hadn't been paying attention. He was wrong. The main areas of the house were decorated in dark earth tones, mostly brown. Strategically placed art objects were littered everywhere; antiques, replicas of ancient Greek statuary, and things he couldn't readily identify that all seemed to belong in the study of some turn of the twentieth century business mogul, instead of house of two college girls. There wasn't much furniture, but what there was were large statement pieces and that statement was “I look simple, but I cost more than it would take to buy and sell you.” The kitchen looked practically industrial, as if on standby to produce dinner for twenty at a moment's notice.
Somewhere around the sixth guest room, Henry finally found his voice again. “And how many people did your parents expect to live here again?”
Delora paused in her elaborate explanation of the décor no one was listening to anyway. “Just me.” She blinked and tilted her head in seeming confusion.
Henry didn't know what to follow that up with and let the girls lead him through the rest of the house.
He didn't get to see the girl's room. Maeve quickly slammed the door shut before he could even attempt to peek in. Someone had painted the door in navy and off-white pinstriping, making it clearly stand out from all the uniform wood around it. He wondered if it was an expression of individuality or simply a safeguard from getting lost.
He was allowed to wander the artist studio, as long as he refrained from touching anything. It was cozier than he had expected. Two large easels stood facing each other in the center of the room. The walls were lined with shelves in customized dimensions filled with the appropriate supplies. Two tables and a desk floated in the room, not seeming anchored to anything in relation to anything else in the room spatially. The most notable thing though, was the mess. Thus far, the rest of the house had been creepily pristine. This was quite the opposite. Paint was splattered over everything, including the skylight. Soiled rags and drapes were tossed about. Paper was strewn all over the floor. Every single square inch was stuffed with things; thrift store bric-a-brac, neon idols, children's toys, photographs, and, most bewildering to Henry, a stuffed badger, among other things.
Each bathroom was elaborately themed after a Greek myth.
The indoor pool had been modeled after a Roman bath and also had a hot tub that would comfortably fit six.
The library was another room that the girls clearly actually spent time in. It was not in the same state as the art studio, but it was a den of chaos all the same. The shelves were full of books to be sure, but so were the chairs and tables and the floor, some in neat stacks, some strewn about. Joining them were an exploded globe, pages covered in hastily scribbled inky cursive, dioramas, and what looked to be a recreation of Godzilla crushing Tokyo with figures made of carved soap - and if they were all cats.
The dining room fared slightly better. It made Henry think of the Mad Hatter's tea party, but with a stately Gothic twist. The top half of the walls were papered in a plum and silver argyle pattern and lined with paintings. Nearly identical thick, richly carved gold painted frames surrounded each painting, but within each frame were recent pieces ranging from the merely quirky to the macabre. The centerpiece of the table stretched almost its entire length, featuring large fake blooms and fake fall foliage in dark colors. Interspersed throughout were neon figurines, peeking through to watch you eat.
Here Delora spun around, apparently having concluded her guided tour. “So?” She smiled.
“So, what?” Henry said a bit more brusquely than he had intended.
Maeve sighed. “Are you in or what?”
“Oh.” Henry looked around. “Of course I'm in.” Who could say no to front row at the carnival?
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