one ; solo act

[pianoman]

[For a little while, now, Brook has been traversing the halls of the castle, having just found himself suddenly in a bedroom that, while comfortable enough, isn't a place he's ever seen before. The journal he's now carrying has offered a few insights, but overall, he's still feeling more than a little shocked by the unexpected change.

Not that he's new to finding himself in bizarre locations, but it isn't exactly easy to deal with, regardless.

After a while, he makes it to the lobby, where he calmly places the journal (open) on the floor nearby, and tips over, leaning with his forehead against the wall, his body at a sharp angle to said wall.

This is what Brook does when he's alone.

Having figured at least that the journal is some kind of communication device, he talks in its general direction.]

Excuse me, but I'm supposed to be giving a concert very soon, and I need to find my way back to the venue. Does anyone have any useful information?

[Should anyone wander into the lobby, they'll find him leaning there, apparently deep in thought.]

((ooc: Action or journals! Come bother the giant skeleton.))

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[silentrunning]

[Chell had been exploring, actually sitting in the kitchen with a plate of pizza in front of her which she'd been eating and the journal propped open beside her when that dictation about the concert had come across the pages. Oooh. There was a newbie, and possibly a confused newbie at that.

Quickly, she wolfed down the last of her pizza and started for the lobby. If one was going on a newbie hunt, the lobby seemed the best place to start. Her footsteps rang harshly off the stone floors as she started walking toward the lobby. She was a little apprehensive though. She had no clue who (or what) she'd find.]

[pianoman]

[What she'll find, still propped against the wall, is an eight foot tall skeleton with a huge afro and a very flamboyant taste in clothing. When he hears her footsteps echo nearer, he turns to look in her direction, watching her approach.]

[silentrunning]

[The very last thing Chell expected to see was an eight-foot-tall skeleton with an afro and flamboyant tastes. But she's trying to play it cool... And not staring.

Stepping actually into the lobby, as opposed to leaning in the doorway as she'd been when she first saw him, she wanders over to crouch down nearby. Then she puts her journal on her lap and writes.]

Hello. Welcome to Caer Paradisa... I apologize but I don't think you'll make your concert.

[pianoman]

[He notices her writing, and stands up then, picking up his journal to test it and see if her writing comes through as he expects it to. It does, of course, and he reads it with interest.]

Ah! Why won't I get there?

[silentrunning]

[Chell raises her pen to nibble on the cap which she has put on the nonwriting end of the implement. She's never had to break this news before...But well, there's a first time for everything, right? With a sigh she writes again.]

It is the nature of this place. It kidnaps people from their home and brings them here, only to mess with them in various ways. And there's no way home until the Castle gets tired of you. Nobody knows why it does what it does, except that it feeds on fear, or seems to. And it takes something valuable, something which will affect you...

[She trails off with a stylish ellipsis, which would give Brook time to read.]

[pianoman]

[As he reads, his eyes would be widening in surprise if he in fact had any eyes.]

This sounds not unlike something that happened to me two years ago...

[But he doesn't seem too interested in offering any more information than that. Instead, he sits down cross-legged on the floor across from Chell, his knees taking up a considerable amount of space as he does so.]

Do people stay here for very long?

[silentrunning]

[And Chell doesn't push him. She's pretty secretive about stuff sometimes too. Slowly she lowers pen to page and writes back.]

That all depends upon how long the Castle keeps you. There are, apparently, people who have been here for numerous years. People, while here, do not age, from what I have been told. And when you do go back to your home it will be as if you never left. I have been here only two months, myself. So I attempt to help out new residents when I can.

[She shoots him a small smile. It makes her eyes shine.]

[pianoman]

Well, then... if that's true, I don't have nearly as much to worry about! You see, I was about to give a very important concert... but if no time passes there, then I can just give it when I go back! Correct?

[There are probably much worse ways to take this news; Brook, however, seems to have just noticed that Chell has breasts and is trying not to make a scene about this realization.]

Breasts Make Everything Better. :D

[silentrunning]

[Chell nods to his question, indicating that that is in fact quite true...

And she doesn't notice that he's trying to not make a scene. XD Usually the thought that there are people without those certain appendages doesn't cross her mind. But if he was staring, she would notice that...And would shoot him a questioning look before glancing down to see if there was pizza sauce on the blue sweatshirt she was wearing.]

[pianoman]

Miss..

[He inches a bit closer, leaning in conspiratorially, all concern about the castle or the concert or that pesky matter of losing something temporarily pushed from his mind. He lowers his voice and whispers...]

May I see your panties?

[silentrunning]

Chell scoots back a tiny bit before he even asks his question. She's not used to people being that close.

But when he DOES ask, she looks up at him confusedly. There's only one kind of panties she knows of...]

What? Do you mean panties like you put things in? Like frozen turkeys, chandeliers, cans of soup, and that sort of thing? I'm sorry. I don't have panties. But I know someone who does.

[pianoman]

Do you really?

[He's not all that bothered by being turned down for his request, particularly because he didn't get smacked for it this time.]

I would love to meet such a woman!

[silentrunning]

Oh! Maybe you will some day.

[Chell writes with a grin]

Her name is Trucy Wright, and her panties are magical.

[Yes Chell. Give the poor man ideas.]

[likebreathing]

[The lobby seems to be the central crossing place in getting from one place to another, so Rictor'll just be stalking on by while he attempts to find a shower. His quest for a bathroom, however, is quickly interrupted at the sight of the skeleton, standing at what seems to be perfect ease.]

--You gotta be kidding.

[Sorry. He doesn't take to strange sights well.]

[pianoman]

[At the sound of someone's voice, Brook straightens up, although he takes his time in doing so, and turns to find the speaker.

When he does, he waves.]

Hello! Sir!

[likebreathing]

[A wave.

He's in the middle of a freakin' castle covered in freakin' green goop and there's a freakin' skeleton waving at him.

Madre de Dios.]

Why the hell are you dressed up like that?

[pianoman]

Ah, an excellent question! You see, I was on my way to give a performance--a concert--and this is my stage costume!

[The boa and the crown and whatnot, anyway. The skeletonness is normal.]

[likebreathing]

[This is not real. This is not real. None of this is real and all of this is just a really bad dream and he's gonna wake up any second now and be back in his bed with the sound of Monet screaming assuaging his ears.

But in the meantime--]

But you're a damn skeleton! You're dead!

[Rictor's powers of observation are clearly the most impressive. And potentially incorrect.]

[pianoman]

Yes! I am! Yohohoho!

[He takes off his crown and bows gracefully.]

And I have been for fifty years!

[likebreathing]

[Please excuse him while he stares for a good half a minute.]

....Are you some kind of mutant or something?

[pianoman]

I'm not mutated, no. I ate a Devil Fruit.

[He says this plainly, as though it should fully explain everything.]

[likebreathing]

.....Is that slang for pot?

[No, seriously, is it?]

[pianoman]

"Pot"? Why would I have eaten a cooking device?

[This is a completely innocent question.]

[likebreathing]

[Cue actual facepalming.]

You know what? Never mind.

[Why is he even weirded out by this? He's fought Death, traveled in space by vibrating log....a skeleton is nothing.

And there's the fact that he still needs a shower.]

Look, I don't give a crap what you eat or do in your free time, I just wanna know if there's a free shower around here. Or tub.

[pianoman]

I don't know! I've only been here for a short time. An hour, at most, I think.

[But he pauses, considering the question.]

Ah! There was a small restroom in the room I first found myself in.