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[seaglassxgypsy]

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“Sorry can I help you?” Drizella irritatingly asked.  “I’m in the middle of something.”

[trashy-flotsam-laveau-blog]

Flotsam's gifts will be wrapped in burlap and tied up with natural items from the woods he picked up himself.

He will have a package labeled for Jetsam, "the kid" , Cinderella, the dog, and even one for the fox on Christmas morning. In each box would be a jade eel for each of them. The symbol of one big eel family. Different sizes and yet all matching. Flotsam would already be wearing one himself. The dog and fox's would have a ring so that it would fit properly on their collars. Jetsam's would also have a swiss army knife in it that Flotsam found and sharpened up like new all by himself. He'll put them there on Christmas eve really late when no one's in the living room so that they'll be there in the morning under the tree. Something in him would want it to be a surprise like that since Mamma Laveau isn't with them for Christmas morning anymore for Jet to wake up to surprise gifts.  Or maybe the daddy in him is starting to kick in and wanted to play Santa Claus. 

Inside Cinderella's gift would be the necklace and a copy of Voodoo For Dummies as a gag gift. But, it would be the letter in the book that was more the gift. It would have different names of people in the voodoo community and dates with times next to them including the phrase at the bottom, "Sometimes it takes a village." There would also be a list of books and a gift card to the local book shop and Voodoo Emporium. It would be enough for everything she needs. The list of people and times would also have subjects next to them such as divination and even wand-making and voodoo dolls.

 Then it would have in Flotsam's writing at the bottom along with an owl's feather, "Congratulations. I am pleased to inform you you've been accepted into the Voodoo Family Community Magic School. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. You may bring with you at your discretion to all classes a dog, a fox, or a dirty rotten eel."

It would be signed Love, Headmaster Flotsam Laveau.

He would also be grinning under his hand as he chewed on his knuckle watching her open it and read it. 

[orleans-jester]

The sky had gone dark outside, and all of the lights in the mansion were on. After such a long day, Clopin felt that it was necessary to keep the house as bright and cheery as possible. It was a very good thing that they went out for food - there was no questions about Chef’s whereabouts. When they had relaxed in the hot tub for most of the rest of the day, Clopin got everything himself, all of the snacks and the drinks, insisting that walking made his stomach feel a little bit better, even if he was fighting off this morning sickness thing on and off for most of the day. He didn’t throw up once though, and he felt that was something to be proud of.

But the nausea got worse as it was getting time to settle down. There probably would not be all that much settling. Clopin was trying to do this all on his own. He knew Flotsam was somewhere making the arrangements for his brother to come to Peru, and he wanted to take advantage of the solitude between the two of them. All that he was waiting for was for Theme Song Guy to bring in the drink with the tranquilizer. He felt it would be necessary. “Kuzco, how are you feeling right now? It’s been a hard day.” Even without knowing the details of what went on inside of the house, Kuzco had been told that his best friend was a traitor, and someone that should not be trusted. It was not easy news to receive.

[the-one-and-only-kuzco-blog]

Clopin had been around for a while and even though there were parts of Kuzco that really missed Claudette he was starting to get worried when she ever came back how awkward things were going to be and how scared he was going to be that she would try to hold Clopin hostage from him again. He’d been playing guitar for his female-formed Clopin and was finally taking a break. Damn he loved that man. Smitten as could be no matter the body at this point. He watched the other dreamily, too happy for his presence. They’d had a house gues for a while, Flotsam. That had been interesting to say the least. He’d been getting to know the Shaman and the Witch Doctor, a meeting of minds on magic, voodoo, and mystisism. But, he’d also caused a soap opera drama between the staff and Kuzco couldn’t help but be amused by it all. It livened up the house. But, he still looked forward to having the house back to themselves. Speaking of, they had another guest coming soon. Lock. Oh how ignorant Kuzco was, clueless to the consequences of that pair ever seeing each other again. For now, he was with Clopin, who was carrying the child that would make them soon to be fathers. But, out of nowhere Kuzco gazed lovingly across at his lover and blurted out, “I miss your nose” and giggled with his smitten grin. 

[not-muchuva-tale-blog]

Text to Clopin

Eeyore: Abraham has been the best. I'll be taking the flight back to Peru next week. Things didn't go like I hoped. It'll be just me coming back. My parents won't be coming.

[orleans-jester]

Claudette felt quite a bit like young Harry Potter, living in a cupboard, though this was not under stairs. This might have been even worse. There were pipes that went along behind it so whenever someone flushed a toilet in this house, it would wake her up. Her sleep had not been easy and she had thought about a great many things. She was punishing Kuzco when there was no reason for it. She had been punishing herself as well but that was deserved. She had said some horrible things and she wanted to make things right, not just for this baby but for herself. She could go back to having the life that she wanted, that she gave up in a stubborn rage.

So she cleaned up the little space that she was living in and texted Kuzco back, and went to the room that they had decided was the nursery. She did so as quietly as she could, closing the door behind her and then sat under the big, gorgeous window that had a view that she would have killed for in New Orleans. Any baby could be happy here. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head against them as she waited for Kuzco. She wanted to huddle under blankets with him, feel nice and cozy and comfortable as she would tell him all that she discovered about herself in the small closet.

[little-llama-kuzco]

The text from the scene of Kuzco to Claudette in the closet

Kuzco: I got your note. Why don’t you love us anymore? I thought you loved me.

[trashy-flotsam-laveau-blog]

Some other day.....

Cinderella manged to live through meeting Jet somehow. Her boring answers to everything pretty much caused Jet to leave her alone and he got side tracked with other things. Jet had a simple but important talk with Flotsam though. It wasn’t going to work out how Flotsam wished it would. Plain and simply put, Jet hated Cinderella. She didn’t impress him one bit. She wasn’t funny. She wasn’t cool in any manner or interesting. She was retarded to the point of not even getting jokes much less completely unresponsive to any stimulus that normal people reacted to. Normally if someone was different Jet would be attracted to that. But, this was a yawn worthy falling asleep kind of not normal that bored the everlasting crap out of him and for a boy like Jet who lived a high and exciting rough and rebel life, this would clearly never do. Flotsam understood. Flotsam himself was a little disappointed in how Cinderella handled meeting his brother. This was the single most important person in his life and she just.... 

Well she didn’t do anything. 

He wanted her to be excited. He wanted her to see how wonderful Jet was because in Flo’s eyes he was absolutely everything. And she sat there barely speaking with some weird smiles on her face as if trying not to start trouble and holding back her tongue as if dealing with Jet was like dealing with one of her ugly step sisters. Except Jet was gorgeous. He wanted to see Cinderella’s face light up but mostly there was just raw feelings in the air that allowed for nothing to happen. Jet clearly wanted to murder her and couldn’t due to this baby thing and as much as Flo loved seeing Jet on a murderous rampage because of all the passion he put behind it, The raw energy fell flat and it almost felt mean. It was just mean to put his brother in such a position to hold back on Cinderella. It wasn’t fair and it made Flotsam sad. It was especially sad that if Jet couldn’t physically harm Cinderella or fuck with her in any physical way due to that damn baby AND she wouldn’t even give him responses to his verbal hits whether it was some form of reverse psychology trying to get the bully to leave her alone or whether it really was because she was so retarded she couldn’t get the snide jokes hurled her way - either way - it left the love of Flo’s life empty handed and Flo couldn’t handle Jet’s disappointment. It was bad enough he was putting Jet through this, but forcing him into a position with a girl with lack of response? That was like... Hell. No. It wasn’t. Hell would at least have been an interesting place to explore. All the fire and brimstone. This was more like leaving his brother in Limbo where absolutely NOTHING happened and was far more a Hell to a lively pair like Flotsam and Jetsam than anything. These were both boys who needed real stimuli and the mediocre would never do. 

So, Flotsam had changed his mind and made the decision not to take Cinderella to the house boat after all. That was him and Jet’s home now and as much as Flo wished it would have worked out differently and having one more person on board wouldn’t be a big deal, it was. He promised Jet not take her there so they’d have a special place all their own. Then he told Jet that when the kid was born and if the decision was made to kill Cinderella, he would gladly let Jet do it and to promised to help him make it as slow and torturous as possible if Cinderella was the cause of one more night where Jet had to make Flo feel better about things. That was Jet’s biggest beef with that dumb girl. She kept finding ways to make Flo sad and frankly Jet wanted to put an end to that now. 

So, now that Jet / Flo was living in their own place and Cinderella seemed to be staying at their Mamma’s place for safety purposes for now Flotsam had come back to visit Cinderella (as he did often) to check on her and the baby. He was feeling particularly depressed on this day as he entered the door. He never showed it around Jet though. He was making sure he always went home to the boat house like everything was fine so that Jet wouldn’t interpret that Cinderella making him sad again. But, the plain truth was Flotsam wasn’t happy. He’d been sitting in on many meetings with voodoists and his mother and witches from coven had been dealing out a very dirty hand and there had been a big rise of attacks on his people lately. So between the seriousness of that and the rift between him and Jet and then trying to split his time up between them both, it was leaving Flo’s heart pretty heavy. Cinderella was the girl that stayed with him through absolutely everything with his brother, his death, his coming back. All the crazy feelings inbetween and this was something Flo admittedly loved, that security, it was another safe feeling in his life, something he believed he could depend on. But, slowly but surely he was starting to wonder if it was all just in passing. Maybe it didn’t mean more than he had a friend he knocked up after all? He wanted it to be more but the more depressed he got the more he walked around like one of his mother’s zombies like he couldn’t feel anything at all. 

He showed up on this day dressed in his usual rock boy attire and big heavy boots and sat down in his old bedroom next to Cinderella on his old bed. He didn’t even say hello. He stared at the wall for a moment before slipping his arms around her middle and pulled her with him to lie down. He wasn’t sure what to say anymore. Everything seemed so wrong and Flo just wanted to be happy. He put his nose against her cheek and his hand on her belly and just snugged up, quiet. It was like that. He felt like he was losing everything so he just laid down and held onto what he had for now. He never said anything to her for longest time until finally he simply whispered, “How’s the kid cooking in there? And has Pain caused Mamma any trouble?” He spoke of course of the cat he’d brought home for Cinderella in hopes of brightening up her day before. But, it seemed even that just turned out wrong too. Nothing he did seemed to work out anymore.