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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]

Yes, that's what I was told. But that's unacceptable.

[brute_shot_bully]

[He shakes his head.] Won't work.

[themistress]

I'll make it work. [Because (in case you haven't noticed, Maine) Mistress doesn't exactly take indignity well.]

[brute_shot_bully]

[What's he going to do, lie to her?]

[Hm. Maybe he should. He shrugs.] Good luck.

[themistress]

[She's quiet for a moment, thinking as she sighs and jabs the knife she's been carving with deeply into her throne.]

Your leg seems to be bothering you. [She noticed you limping earlier, Maine!] Why have you not had a doctor apply a barnacle of relief to it?

Sorry, must have missed original notif

[brute_shot_bully]

[He lets out a low grumble as she points out his injury, but that fades into confusion as he looks over at her.]

Barnacke?

[What the hell ... ?]

No problem <3

[themistress]

Yes, a barnacle of relief. Or I suppose one could try a repairapede, but they sometimes leave infections.

[brute_shot_bully]

[He stares at her blankly for a moment, that didn't make much sense either, but boy did he have some nasty memories attached to infections. He gives a grunt and shakes his head, hell no he wasn't risking infections.]

I'm fine.

[themistress]

[There's an arched eyebrow and some clear disbelief, reflected in her tone.]

Of course.

[Men are ridiculous.]

[brute_shot_bully]

[You better believe they are. He grumbles an affirmative and leans on the arm of her throne, daring to lean in her direction witha smug smile.]

Believe it.

[themistress]

[Mistress's lips purse for a moment, in thought, then she smiles.]

Then I suppose you would have no issues... standing to deliver. Not even a wince.

[brute_shot_bully]

[He raises his eyebrows at her.]

Deliver?

[themistress]

Oh yes. And no leaning against walls to cheat.

[brute_shot_bully]

[He leans in a little slower and glances left and right surreptitiously.] Here?

[This had 'challenge' written all over it and made it ath much more appealing.]

[themistress]

Normally I would say yes, but I've dealt with enough prudish whimpering to last me a whole lifetime. No no, we'll go to my castle. [Yes, she said castle.]

I have rooms better suited for it anyway. You might fall down.

[brute_shot_bully]

[He sort of pauses for a moment, working out the fact that she said castle and rooms where most peole would have just said "room." Did she already think she owned this place?]

[He wouldn't be surprised, actually, but he gives a little scoff,] Rooms?

[themistress]

[Mistress just stands up and starts heading for the stairs.] Of course. You don't expect me to live in just one room, do you?

[brute_shot_bully]

[He leans back to let her pass, hesitating because hell, he remembers the last time things ended up with a pissed off Boss and a shaking hangar ....]

[but if he didn't take her back to the hangar afterwards they should be all right, right? Right. He'll just stick to the mistress's territory and Carolina won't know any better. He follows after, trying to push through his limp like it's not there.]

[themistress]

[And that was "Boss"'s fault anyway. Mistress feels like she did nothing wrong, mostly because she didn't. It wasn't as if she had trespassed or anything!

Maine has lucked out, because Mistress happens to live on the second floor, instead of in one of the towers. There's still a decent amount of walking, though, because when she opens the door to 202, it's pretty obvious that she really did recreate a whole castle inside her room.]

[brute_shot_bully]

[Well yeah, that whole things was Maine's fault really, and if he'd been at all smart he would have expected Carolina to defend her territory as such. Also lol there is that whole year and a half he was attacking people that he still had to live down.]

[Well, that's not so far at all. Closer even then his room on the third floor. HE has to stop and stare as he steps through the door though. She'd been busy.]

Holy shit.

[themistress]

[Based on Mistress's interactions with these people thus far, she can't say that she thinks any attacking was entirely undeserved. She is also horrible.

Mistress just glances over her shoulder at him when he speaks.] Hmm?

[brute_shot_bully]

[He looks from the massive space to her and back again, spreading his arms wide. He's beyond little words he would actually use for a few moments. He takes it in as he closes the space between them, and finally nods.]

Impressive.

[themistress]

[She smiles and heads on down the torch-lit hall.]

It's a very good recreation of my home, I'm quite impressed with the castle's abilities.

[brute_shot_bully]

[He follows her, nodding and continuing to look about. He gives an agreeing rumble, the castle could be pretty impressive when it wanted to be.]

[themistress]

[Unfortunately for Maine, Mistress takes him up a stairway before opening a set of large double doors. Inside is yet another torch-lit room, huge, though this one seems warmer, thanks to all of the drapery on the walls. The floor is covered almost entirely in a two foot thick layer of pillows and cushions. Small tables are scattered around the place, most of them sporting a variety of rather intimidating-looking implements (the rest have fresh hors d'oeuvres, despite the fact that no one is around to eat them. Mistress prides herself on being able to host a good orgy at any given moment).]

I think this is much better suited to the situation. Should you fall, which of course you won't, because your leg is absolutely fine, right?

[There's humor in her words.]