<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Agatha-avi.jpg) </div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>August 11, 1875<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bodega de Goni<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca<br/><hr/><br/>Agatha spun faster keeping her hips just out of reach of the pirouetting Onneca.  A kaleidoscope of silks and cottons whirled in vertiginous color before her.  She brushed insistent fingers from her waist as they danced comically around one another batting and swatting until…<br/><br/><em>Slap!</em><br/><br/>Agatha stopped spinning and tattered skirts flapped against Onneca’s legs trying to continue their little dance.  Agatha’s eyes grew wide for a moment as they met the shocked expression on Onneca’s face.  For a moment there was quite, like two gunmen meeting at high noon and then a flailing of fingers and hands flapping at her.  She defended herself valiantly giggling at the assault and buffeting blows, turning her head and swatting back with little thwacks of her own until Onneca collapsed in a fit of giggles.  Agatha stood breathless asking her question playfully.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened when Onneca loosed her apron and pushed it into her hands, a feint Agatha thought would lead to another playful assault.  When she realized it was not, she dropped the skirt to the floor and made a lighthearted lunge for her now fleeing assailant.  She recovered in time to see a blouse drifting to the floor and hear phantom words on the warm afternoon breeze.<br/><br/>“Onny!” She called. “In the shop, people can see!”   She stood shocked and surprised for a moment before she giggled and quickly unhooked her shredded skirt letting it pool around her silk sheathed legs.  Agatha’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of her busk as her feet fumbled to be rid of the tangling skirts.  She felt a button pop, her corset to tight to be opened by busk without damaging it, but she cared little, the dress was ruined anyway so she worked the busk open and tugged and pulled the corset free.  Free from the constricting device Agatha took a big breath as freedom filled her lungs.  She stood in naught but a billowy chemise and ruffled bloomers from which rich silken stockings sprouted.<br/><br/>“¿Dónde estás, Onnecita?” She called in a sing-songy voice, Irish accent and all.<br/><br/>Outside the dark safety of the room the shop had gone quiet.  Agatha’s coppery head popped out from behind the curtain fearing someone had walked in. “Onny?” she called questioningly.  A ball of steaming ribbon bounced off the curtain next to her.  “Hey!” She jumped in surprise as another one slapped the curtain above and dropped onto her head.  “Not fair!” She cried in mock indignity hearing a giggle in answer.<br/><br/>“I am under attack.  The Pirate Queen off the starboard bow!” She laughed and ducked down an aisle for safety as streams of colors began to fall in earnest.  Agatha’s silken feet found little traction on the polished floor of the Bodega and little feet slipped and slid down the aisle, merry laughter ruining any chances of a stealthy approach.  She did however find a rack of baskets filled with fluffy yarn wads, perfect for a counter assault.   Aggy poked her head up quickly seeing nothing of her friend.  She lobbed a ball of yarn then another and another until she heard a little squeak and laughter, the game was afoot and no string or streamer or soft fluffy projectile was to be spared.  It was a losing battle to be sure.  Agatha was fighting on Onneca’s home battlefield an while her friend was not nearly that accurate Agatha soon found herself slipping off a garter and waiving it as sign of surrender.  She popped her ribbon bedecked hair and shoulders up over the shelf she was hiding behind.<br/><br/>“Parlay!” She called laughing “Parley.”<br/>