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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.



[ OOC: Open in the lobby or on the journal!

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Comments

[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.

[themistress]

That doesn't make you worthless to me.

[gottaknockhard]

That's a little harsh. [He should just continue on to the kitchen, but... he likes people who insult him (who aren't Faye) apparently.]

What's your name?

[themistress]

But true. [Could it have to do with the near-nudity?]

Mistress. And yours?

[gottaknockhard]

[Hold on, back up -- did she say 'doesn't'? He really needs to pay attention instead of staring at her... face.

Mistress. You'd think that'd be a red flag.]

Spike Spiegel.

[themistress]

[It's just a name! Everything else about Mistress is a red flag.]

So, Spike. You really mean to tell me you have no skills at all? You truly "just live here"?

[gottaknockhard]

[Red would be his favorite color.]

If you can call it that.

[themistress]

[Mistress is annoyed, and there are two things she does when annoyed. One is punishing, but that seems to upset the people who live here. Soooooo...]

What else do you call it?

[gottaknockhard]

Waiting.

[Also 'what happens between naps'...]

[themistress]

[Mistress straightens up and starts eying Spike.] For what?

[gottaknockhard]

[Another shrug. He's giving a lot about himself away, gosh.]

Who knows.

[themistress]

[That's really okay. Mistress cares about one thing, and it's definitely not what he's waiting for.]

You wait for the unknown?

[gottaknockhard]

[He's actually a little surprised she almost sounds like she got what he's not-talking about. That's interesting.]

Yeah.

[themistress]

And how do you pass your time... waiting?

[gottaknockhard]

Usually I take a nap in the lobby, but...

[Ghosts are slackers. Just saying.]

[themistress]

Surely you can't be that tired.

[gottaknockhard]

It comes and goes.

[themistress]

And now?

[gottaknockhard]

[It's either nap or food, there's not a lot of middle ground with him.]

I might have been distracted.

[themistress]

[THEN WHY IS HE SO SKINNY??]

By?

[gottaknockhard]

[It's a mystery...]

You ask a lot of questions.

[themistress]

Feel free to ask something of me.