paradisa | 02 axe throws

[From the get-go, Flora has come to understand she is definitely not in Kansas any more. Or the decidedly whimsical place she calls home. Either way, she realised very quickly that she was going to make herself look very stupid unless she understood what she was talking about before she opened her mouth. At least there's some semblance of tact there, not that she'll be using any of it to make friends.

So she has been doing a lot of watching, ~~because it's only creepy if people know about it,~~ but staying in your room for the sake of saving face can get boring. She's not done leafing through the journal, but now she's doing it in the Lux instead. Next to the book is some pink lemonade in a martini glass - to her credit, it looks like some kind of cocktail, to anyone who knows little about drinks, which is possibly why there's a cocktail cherry in it.

The fact that she's out of hiding at all probably suggests she's open to confrontation, but just in case you weren't sure if bothering her would be welcome, she keeps looking around the room every so often with this really bored expression. Which is as good an invitation as anyone's going to get from her.]

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[why hello. cougar at one o'clock. Barney raises an eyebrow, fixes his lapels, and glides on over]

Not often I see a new face looking like they've already been here forever.

[why hello. man in a suit. ~~here's hoping you're rich~~]

Oh, I just took a little time to adjust, is all. You understand it can be confusin' for a lady to find herself lost in a magic castle.

[She fluffs her fur throw thingy a bit and flips a page. Pity she doesn't have a hand mirror on her, or she could feign disinterest more easily.]

[well, the pinstripes are made of diamonds. does that answer your question, albeit misleadingly?]

It can be a little overwhelming, especially for someone used to a life of luxury... Which, clearly, you are. I know what you mean. [humble cough] One minute you're making a trade for blood diamonds from Jakarta and the next? [wistful sigh] Medieval Times, the Interactive Edition.

[She gives you one of those sidelong you-have-my-attention-but-you-should-keep-trying smiles. She is very good at wordy looks. It takes practise, and a lot of time in front of the bathroom mirror. Pretentiousness is a tough gig.]

They are a girl's best friend. I had a downright stunnin' necklace... [a wistful sigh of her own. she is playing the damsel act to its fullest today.] But I ain't a stranger to livin' less glitzy, either. It's all that fantasy stuff that's taking some getting used to.

Though I'm guessin' everyone else is used to this stuff already. I must sound so out of sorts! [One of those elegant laughs.]

[in return, she gets the patented "sympathetic serious" look. it's a staple of several Plays: the Brain Surgeon, the Counselor, the Funeral Director, and, strangely enough, the Dog Walker, variant number three. he holds the look just long enough, then shakes his head]

We've all been there, but that never makes it any easier for you. What you need is someone to show you the ropes. Why, I remember arriving like it was yesterday. Three years ago.... and it only feels like weeks....

[Ah, there's the hook. She affords you the great dignity of turning a bit in her seat so she's actually facing you, martini glass now in hand.]

Aww, well ain't that a nice thought! I hope you'll have time for little old me along with that Awesomeness Committee of yours. [You get the vague impression the word 'awesomeness' does not sit well with her, but she's not about to be openly rude.] I would appreciate the helpin' hand, if you have the time to spare.

A little introduction wouldn't hurt either. [Patient smile.]

Of course. [he lets out a self-deprecating scoff and rolls his eyes] Barney Stinson. I am so sorry - it's just that when you meet someone else with good taste in this place, it's kind of rare, and I got excited.

The Committee's been dormant for a few months now, while I was away, so - I think it can share my schedule with a classy lady like yourself.

[She gives a satisfied little smile and takes a sip of her drink before setting it down and self-consciously smoothing her skirt.]

Well, it is a pleasure to meet someone so polite. You can call me Flora - I bet we'll be getting along just fine, hmm?

[She's not sure how far her reputation has preceded her, so apparently she thinks it best to conveniently avoid introducing herself via her son, despite it being simpler.]

I sure hope so. [and he'll flash her that very best smile] How long have you been here, and how much've people told you? I don't want to go repeating anything and wasting your time.

Oh, I know enough to make conversation, but I don't know nearly enough about this crazy castle to feel comfortable.

I am of course referrin' to this whole magic business. I wanna write it off as crazy talk, but... well, why don't you tell me what you know, hmm?

I do know it's not crazy. There are a lot of people that it's totally normal for, here... so I mean - if you buy the whole "a million different galaxies and worlds and whatever" thing? It just means magic's real on some of those, and the castle ... eye-dee-kay, made it work here, too, so they wouldn't feel all left out.

... Course, it makes those of us who can be fantastic and successful without it look like even harder workers, if you ask me.

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