Dream Weaver

[cuckooed]

Who: Koel, OPEN
When: After the Ringmaster's request, 10/19-10/21
Where: Cookhouse/ Supervisor Trailer 2
What: When she's not training, she's making dreamcatchers and...supervising other things
Warnings: Nothing so far - will edit if needed!

[One wonders when Koel ever sleeps. When she's not cooking, she's maintaining the tools, checking the stoves, checking the deep fryers, writing out the menus for the next day for the Cookhouse. Training her tiny new crew. Showing them the ropes. And, now, making dreamcatchers at one of the Cookhouse tables when cleaning the meals and utensils had finished, her gnarled hands working the beading and gems and mesh and feathers. She seems intensely concentrated on her work, no matter what she does.

A boon is a boon, after all.

So, it might be a surprise that the lights are on in her trailer at points in the night and early morning. Her silhouette can be seen through the windows, sitting down for long periods of time, sometimes standing and pacing. What is she doing? And when does she get sleep?

...Does she sleep?]

Comments

[cuckooed]

...For some time, perhaps. However, you're forgetting one thing.

[Oh, Alois. You just sound charming. You go ahead and try tormenting her, see how well it works!]

Lunch.

[faking]

[He's too scared of her for any torment! Hannah was terrible because she cared so much, and it was really scary; but Hannah was also great because Alois was in control of her, and he knew he could get away with anything, no repercussions. That she seemed to love him was horrifying—but because she loved him, she let him do anything he wanted.

Koel, on the other hand... Alois has no sway over Koel. And he isn't used to old women who don't curse at him or threaten to throttle him. He isn't used to old women like Koel.

He worries his lip between his teeth momentarily, before—] I mean besides that! If it were just dinner...

[...]

So you do do other things. I mean, aside from cooking.

[cuckooed]

[An eyebrow curls up at this.]

Who would you think I didn't?

[faking]

Well, my cook—[Because, lest anyone forget, Alois is very rich—] Mostly he cooked. He didn't even talk. Just cooking and puttering around... For his part...

[cuckooed]

Ah, that's the difference. I'm not your cook.

[She's cooked for the rich. Some of the most powerful families in America. She's hardly phased by another rich boy, especially not here. Not here where wealth means nothing.]

I cook for everyone here. But right now, I'm not.

[faking]

I— I know that! [Agghh, he's fucking this up. That's commonplace for him, but usually he does it on purpose. He clings to the doorframe with one hand, and with the other he clutches his flashlight to his chest.] I just mean I didn't know what else... I wouldn't know what one does, on one's own. My— My household, they were so boring.

[cuckooed]

Well, you won't find it boring here. That, I can guarantee.

[Fiddling with the feathers and beads.]

Now, is there anything you need? Perhaps you want to work on dreamcatchers, as well, dear? Or, are you simply going to stand there?