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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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[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.]

[brute_shot_bully]

[He pushes through without complaint, although he's definitely leaning on his good leg when they finally reach the room.]

[He chuckles at her tone.] I'll be fine.

[themistress]

[She just sort of gracefully wades through the pillow ocean before completely discarding her top and turning back around.]

Yes, I believe you said that before.

[brute_shot_bully]

You don't believe me. [Okay, he knows what to expect from this part. He starts pulling off his shirt as he tries to follow her, but his limp with the excess of unstable footing means he's a little clumsy in the execution.]

[themistress]

[Mistress seems to find this all quite entertaining, and she drifts back over to steady him.]

Now why would you think that? You seem to be very steady on your feet. A regular tower.

[brute_shot_bully]

[He snorts, pulling off his pants and chucking them to the side as she draws close. He was more then ready to prove her he was just fine.]

[themistress]

[Smirking, she slithers out of her... bottoms? Does a thong qualify as a "bottom"? Whatever it is, she throws it far enough to catch on a decorative wall scroll.]

I won't judge you if you need to lie down.

[But it does mean she wins.]

[brute_shot_bully]

[Maine slides out of his briefs and makes a point of slingshotting them to a farther wall sconce. Competitive? Nooooooooo.]

No need. [Nope not going to give in without a fight.]

[themistress]

[Mistress watches that, snorting with amusement as moves close enough to wrap her arms around him.]

I'm keeping those. This place has been lacking in clothing precariously flung about. I never thought I'd miss nearly tripping over discarded shoes and codpieces.

[brute_shot_bully]

[Maine sets his hands on her hips and pulls her against him. There was something deeply satisfying about the idea that she'd be decorating with his briefs, unexciting military issue as they were. ]

[themistress]

[Aw, Maine, the castle didn't even see fit to give you nice, normal underwear?! Maybe that's something worth wishing for, seriously. Military-issue underpants, terrible. They're still new to Mistress, though -- she doesn't really come from a time of underthings.

Smiling, she places one finger on his chin as she looks up at him.] Remember. No cheating.

[brute_shot_bully]

[He rumbles a noise of affirmation. That's not to say he wouldn't take an opportunity if it presented itself and he was desperate enough. At least this didn't involve grenades in any manner.]

[themistress]

I'm ready whenever you are.

[brute_shot_bully]

[Oh, well if that's all they're waiting for, he immediately bears down to mash his lips agains hers, He reaches around and stoops slightly to palm her ass in both hands, lifting her bodily up to slot against him. Fo the moment, his knees hold.]