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[themistress]

[Hi there, Paradisa! When you come down into the lobby this morning, a strange sight awaits you.

All over, there are signs of someone desperately trying to create a... well, a something, in virtually every medium thinkable. Small chunks of the wall are blasted off, where magic was used. Wooden furniture has been carved. There are attempts in paint, all over the floor. There are even large sculptures (ice, clay, cheese), grouped together in the center of the room. Whoever's been doing this seems to have thought that perhaps there's one material which might grant them the leeway to create whatever it is they're trying to create.

Mistress is on her throne (now missing large pieces of itself near the top), very close to the majority of the mayhem, scribbling aborted mark after aborted mark in her journal now. The closest she seems to be able to get is a circle with a line through it, which is clearly making her unhappy. Finally, she dictates:]

I need an artist. Now, if possible.



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[gottaknockhard]

[It's funny how Spike always runs into these things (electricity going out, batshit women destroying the lobby) whenever he moves back into the castle. Still, the throne gets his attention. Not that many batshit women come with their own throne.

He picks up a nearby piece of cheese and smells it. Just to check and see if it is what he thought it was.]

That's going keep the ghosts busy for a while. [Yep, talking to himself here while he tries to figure out what she was making out of this poor mangled hunk of cheese.]

[themistress]

[Look, Spike, we all know you want to -- just eat the cheese. She didn't do anything weird to it.

Mistress glances up at this gentleman with giant hair over there.]

Don't touch that.

[gottaknockhard]

[It may have crossed his mind -- now he really just wants a sandwich.

The cheese may have already disappeared into his pocket (for the sandwich), but he looks up anyway, like he's only now noticing her outfit.]

Don't let me interrupt.

[themistress]

If you can draw, you aren't.

[She's looking at him expectantly, as if she thinks he's going to leap forward with a quill in hand.]

[gottaknockhard]

[... he still doesn't get it. Unless she's doing some weird modeling thing right now.]

If you wanted a portrait, you'd probably do better wishing for one.

[themistress]

A portrait? I need someone to make my mark. I can't do it anymore.

[gottaknockhard]

Your loss, huh?

[Possibly still standing around because of how she's dressed. He's very helpful.]

[themistress]

I suppose so. Can you help or not?

[gottaknockhard]

Afraid not.

[themistress]

Then what use are you?

[gottaknockhard]

[He shrugs, not bothered by the insult.]

I just live here.

[themistress]

You have no skills at all?

[gottaknockhard]

Not in what you're asking.

Dictated

[brute_shot_bully]

[Well that sounds like all kinds of not good.]

[He debates a bit before speaking up. Sure, she sounded frustarted enough, but then again she did just try to collapse the hangar.]

You okay?

[themistress]

[She wouldn't have tried to collapse the hangar if you had stopped your psychotic boss from being psychotic, Maine.

Mistress blinks for a moment, still not entirely used to voices coming out of the journal.]

Fine.

[She is decidedly not fine.]

[brute_shot_bully]

[Oh, Maine knows better then to try and placate Carolina. Only worse things could have come from that.]

[And yeah he suspects she's not as fine as she says.] I can be there in two.

[themistress]

[Placate?! How about just get her to not aim weapons at people who are invited into her little hangar? That works.]

Very well.

[brute_shot_bully]

[SOB she's Boss. That bullet wound in his chest was meant for her.]

[Aaaand he's limping down there after more like five minutes. Keeps forgetting he has to re-evauate his timetables due to his injuries. He pauses a moment to look over her handiwork and nods, a little bit impressed and a little bit freaked out. Damn</> girl.]

What happened?

[themistress]

[That shouldn't give her license to act so rudely! That's the kind of thing that gets people in trouble. What if Mistress really had brought the hangar down? No one would be able to say it wasn't in self-defense!

Mistress is currently carving yet another botched attempt at her mark, this time into the arm of her throne. She glances over at Maine when she hears him.]

I can't make my mark.

[brute_shot_bully]

[... okay that sort of makes sense. Maybe Maine will try to ask her 'please don't shoot my friends' at some point.]

[He gives a questioning little grumble as he makes his way over and peers at her work.] Like a symbol?

[themistress]

[Try to tack on 'especially the ones who can totally fuck our shit up'.]

Yes. It goes on everything I own.

[brute_shot_bully]

[He would hope at this point that part was implied.]

[He pokes at her recent attempt. with a grunt.] What's it supposed to look like?

[themistress]

The line doesn't go through it, it curves over it... [Mistress frowns in thought, then remembers that she does still have one instance of it. She points to her necklace.] Like this.

[brute_shot_bully]

Ah.

[He takes a look at her necklace, and then her attempts. Yup, that doesn't look anything like what it's supposed to.] You find an artist yet?

[Because that wasn't really his specialty.]

[themistress]

No, no one's come forward yet. I'll have to try and find a spell to thwart this.