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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

[gottaknockhard]

[He knows better than to mention another women; could come back to haunt him.

That and he's still trying to be polite.]

I was thinking about getting something to eat.

[themistress]

I always find that to be quite messy.

[gottaknockhard]

[Taking everything the wrong way now btw.]

Yeah, it could be.

[themistress]

[Really, Mistress is just trying to find the perfect triple entendre.]

If you know how to do it properly, however, then it all ends up in your mouth anyway.

[That works.]

[gottaknockhard]

....................... [He forces out a laugh, and to be fair, this will seem a lot funnier when he's looking back on it.]

You've got a real knack for comedy.

[themistress]

Some people call it a gift.

[gottaknockhard]

At least you didn't lose that.

[themistress]

I could have handled that.

[gottaknockhard]

That could be why they went for the other thing.

[themistress]

There's nothing I can't handle. This is just a little more difficult than some other things would have been.

[gottaknockhard]

Well, good luck with it.

[This feels like a safe time to make it out... although he might forgo the sandwich and go for a brisk walk instead.]

[themistress]

Mmn, yes, good luck to you too.

[You can get out, Spike... but don't feel too safe, now.]

[gottaknockhard]

[He nods and starts to slink off before anything incriminating happens. You never can be too careful around mostly naked sorceresses.

Nice girl though.]