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[Entering: Sloane's room; courtyard]

In her Grimm's hand, Blaithe could hardly sit still from excitement. It had been a while since she had seen Sloane and boy, was she happy! He was the first, along with her Oji, to enjoy her art, and that was definitely something that got you on her good side.

Following the same route that he had traveled once before, Jin-Ho quickened his pace as they got closer. Sloane's room was just a little further; it wouldn't take long now. Last time he had been this way, there was an injured Estratus and a very angry Sloane in tote.

Oh, what fun memories.

Jin-Ho knocked twice before opening Sloane's large, wooden doors and letting himself in. He didn't give much of a greeting, a small nod and a smile, before handing Blaithe over to the bladed Plague's possession. "Take good care of her, okay? Make sure she doesn't accidentally get hurt; what with her size and all."He mentioned to Claudia, and offhandedly to the sleeping Sloane. Holding himself eye-level with the brush, her Grimm smiled. "Have fun, Blaithe. Claudia and Sloane will watch you."

"I can take care of myself, Oji!" Blaithe beamed as she pounded a fist on her small chest.

Chuckling, Jin-Ho stood back to his original hight, nodding to Sloane once more before heading toward the door. "See you in a few hours, Blaithe. Sloane, Claudia." Taking Felicity's arm as he spoke the names of their Plague companions, he led the woman out and shut the door behind them.

Blaithe, now in the courtyard of the small house, clung tightly to the fence as she smiled up at Sloane. "Slo! Slo! Hi! I've missed you, Slo!"

Her excitement could not be contained now that she was in the company of other Plagues. And 'Dia was here, as well! What fun! Today was going to be a fun day!

[[Sloane's room: Courtyard]]

For being a patient restricted to the medical ward, Chauhn did a lot of slinking about the castle. The rules were strict: he was not to leave his white bed, he was to stay in place and rest and by all means, not make any use with his hands, which were awkwardly and tightly bound still with thin planks of wood and copious amounts of bandages. His feet were no aid to his walking, what with them being also wrapped and snugly wrapped because of the frostbite he had suffered. His scalp was also secured with a wrap of bandages, and his thigh, which meant that he looked quite the mess even if he were to try and sneak about and pretend that he was all right.

Still...When his little brother begged to be transported to Sloane's room for the Excito Party, Chauhn had no intention to disappoint him. Holding him and the two bell Excito that were voted to represent the whole of the suddenly large group of Excito that the Clemmings brothers were tending to, the Imisese boy carefully balanced them on his arms instead of his bandaged hands and painfully slowly made his way to Sloane's lonely tower. On the way there, he had to be sneaky, which was hard to do when he was still garbed with the white clothing of a patient, white so that any problems with opening wounds could be seen, and white so that it was impossible to blend into the scenery of purple, warm hues, and gray. Still, Chauhn was determined to see to it that his brother was happy.

He gave a slight nod to Jin-Ho and Felicity as they passed by, arm in arm, and skittered away as quickly as possible before there was time to ask questions. The room of the Sword Plague was not far and it was a relief to finally slink in, careful as to not disturb the poor resting man.

With his movements soft and restrained, the boy deposited Clurie and his two Excito companions into the courtyard of the Excito home, giving brief "greetings" to the few who were already gathered, a colorful and interesting display of little bodies.

"Thank you, brother!" Clurie shouted up to him, waving to him as he and the two Bells that were with him, jiggled their thanks.

Chauhn gave a gentle nod of his head, his weariness easily apparent on his face, he slurred, "O'course, now, Clurie, you be'a g'Clemmings. Be polit'. Ah'll b'near." With a tap of his bandaged and unbroken finger against Clurie's head, a simulated head ruffling, the boy moved away from the Excito house with a sigh. He was weary, and his daily prescribed dose of medicine was beginning to wear down his energy. Chauhn drifted towards where Sloane lay in silence on his bed, and, without really thinking with the usual politeness he had nor the manners that he had been brought up with, he crawled onto the empty side of the bed and promptly passed out, sinking into a kind of sleep that no normal bout of noise could wake him from.

Clurie watched with a tight little mouth as his brother slowly paddled away and collapsed on the empty side of the bed. His face was twisted with worry because it wasn't up until that point that he realized just how much he asked of his brother's pitifully restrained energy. He had little to think about it, though, because there came a chorus of tinny jingles from his both sides.

"Clurie, let's go say hello, it's only polite," said Micchi, a strong voiced Bell Excito, who developed as a hard-worker with a perchance to lead the other Notclemms about when Brad Lee was otherwise occupied despite his small size. Clurie was still smaller than the two of them, though. Micchi took his sister by the hand, a golden girl, who was as sweet as honey and thistle. Minori gave a nod of her head, accompanied with a bright tinkle of sound, reaching for Clurie.

"Why is it you still think you're his brother?" she asked, her voice nothing but concern and warmth.

The Ash Plague nodded his head, tearing his gaze away from where his brother slept on the other side of Sloane's also resting body. At Minori's question, he shrugged his shoulders and took her offered hand, flinching a bit beneath the pressure of the question. It was a question he was used to, but every time it was asked by his well-meaning friends, it bothered him. "Because he is," Clurie said in lame reply.

They made their way to the gathering of other Excito, and, like proper gentlemen and lady, despite the poor state of their clothes, bowed their greetings. "Hello to all," Micchi said, pulling a bright grin onto his face. Minori pleated a polite smile onto her cheeks.

Clurie, gave a tip of his hat and said, in typical urchin manner, "'Allo, gov'ness, Blaithe, and friends."

The party for the Notclemms and Clemmings was sure to be an interesting one.

((- Entering: Sloane's Room; Courtyard -))

"I... can't... make it! I can't! Wahh..."

"You can, don't be silly. It's only a little farther."

"Nnooo... uff..."

With each hand wrapped around a post of the tiny wrought iron fence encircling the courtyard, Shubin turned her head to eye her surroundings self-consciously. More and more Excito were filtering into the room by the minute, having either found their own way to the dollhouse, or being dropped off by their Grimms. Shubin fell into the former category. She'd heard about the gathering from another Plague, a Caedos like herself, sprung from a clump of mistletoe, and curiosity had prompted her to attend.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now she wasn't so sure...

"Use your feet, too. It's no good trying to pull yourself up with just your hands."

"Hnngh!"

Shubin puffed out her cheeks, then expelled the air from them in a quiet sigh. On her way to the top of the tower, she had bumped into an excitable little Phasmas, hopelessly lost and on the verge of despair, and had politely invited the purple-clad Plague to accompany her; from there, they'd followed the steady trickle of other Excito up seemingly endless flights of stairs, into the attic-like room where the little party was being held.

That had been the easy part. Shubin had scaled one of the pieces of string that dangled from the iron fence with no trouble, her leafy green skirt tied back and out of the way with a strip of grey ribbon. The purple ornament Plague Mykolai, however, was having some difficulty making the ascent. Her hands slipped at the twine and her feet kicked and flailed as she hung haplessly in midair. She'd made it about three-quarters of the way up, but now, in the final stretch of her climb, she seemed to have run out of steam.

"I can't," Mykolai repeated in her tinny voice, sounding like nothing so much as a frightened child afraid to jump to the ground from a very negligible height. "I'm slipping. I'm slipping! I-I'm gonna fall..."

"You're silly," admonished the Caedos again, but without malice. She briefly adjusted the ribbons wound around her arms, pulling them up over her hands to serve as makeshift wraps, before taking hold of the string in front of her. "Hold tight, please."

Shubin could hear the other Plague whimpering every so often as she took hold of the string, and she planted one foot against the fence to gain a bit of leverage as she tugged through the slats. Centimeter by centimeter she pulled, until finally, the golden charm at the top of Mykolai's puffy hat peeked over the edge of the wardrobe. As soon as she could reach, the Phasmas grabbed onto the ledge, and with a burst of strength, hauled herself up and over, until finally she sat, leaning against the fence, huffing and puffing, her little chest heaving with exertion.

"That was dramatic," Shubin murmured, a quiet smile playing across her bright white features. As soon as Mykolai had caught her breath, she scrambled to her feet, following after the other Plague as the Caedos moved down the length of the fence, unlatching the gate from the inside and opening it wide enough for the other to enter. "Coming in?"

"Th-thank you!" came the breathless response, as Mykolai bounded inside and the gate swung shut behind her. Both Plagues then turned to take in the full expanse of the dollhouse for the first time, their faces slowly lighting up with wonder and delight as they did so.

What could await them inside?

{ Entering : Sloane's courtyard }

Ophelia was not pleased.

While the ring Excito was happy to see Sir Sloane again, no doubt, she had no time for frivolities such as "parties" - especially if they were going to take these useless trinkets of Plagues that shied away from her fearfully. There was much research to be done for her master's new apprenticeship, and he would need her to help him. If only these accursed children didn't insist on going to this party! She continued to sit in silence on Theo's lapel, the small gold and silver bell Plagues tittering away in the curve of the man's arms.

"Adelie, Kai, don't make a fuss," Theo grumbled and shook his arms gently, the bells falling silent momentarily only to start whispering excitedly to one other a minute later. Theo rolled his eyes, but returned watched them with a sort of distant affection in his eyes. Ophelia's own narrowed, unseen to the tiny Excitos.

Most definitely not pleased.

They passed two Grimms that she vaguely remembered from the day they had found the bells, and she caught sight of the smallish boy whose appearance was also fuzzy in her mind as he slid out of sight. Soon enough, her Theo would disappear as well and she would be trapped with them, and likely others whose company she would find detestable. At least she would have Sir Sloane to converse with, when all else failed. But all too soon, they came upon Sloane's room and Theo moved inside, approaching a rather elaborate dollhouse.

"Here you are, then." He deposited them next to the dollhouse in the tiny courtyard and seemed awkward momentarily. "Uhm.. have fun? And listen to Sir Sloane." Ophelia looked up at him reproachfully, knowing the little addendum was for the benefit of those blasted bells. Her Grimm did not seem to notice this, however, and merely inclined his head towards Sloane respectfully and took his leave. Ophelia watched the door close behind him, and as her two bell companions danced towards the others excitedly, she felt utterly abandoned in a room of children (and Sir Sloane - the only redeemable quality to this so-called "adventure"). She turned to address the Infitialis with a respectful incline of the head.

"Thank you for your invitation, Sir Sloane." Not that she was very excited.

Regardless, she was here and nothing was going to change that. With a moment to organize her thoughts, she turned around and moved to join the group. She saw many, many faces she did not recognize - indeed, many more Excito than she had ever seen, really. Many of them were small as Adelie and Kai were, and the two were already dancing around a multi-colored Excito who was also quite small.

"Hello!"

"Your colors are pretty!"

Ophelia ignored the bells' banter and took in the rest of the group. Her eyes widened just the slightest in recognition when they fell on Claudia. A small smile formed on her face to mask her irritation. She instead gave a polite bow to the small ensemble.

"I do not believe I have had the pleasure to be acquainted with most of you yet. My name is Ophelia." She rose back up properly and looked about the group with what could be taken as a polite, amiable expression. She turned this towards the flower Plague. "It is a delight to see you again, Claudia."

This was, indeed, going to be a long engagement.