sixteen detention slips

[delincuente]

So didn't this place used to have, like, ten more floors? What ever happened to those?

[Alex is currently in the dining room, with her feet kicked up on the table, a fashion magazine open in her lap, and a bag of marshmallows in front of her. Feel free to chastise her for getting sneaker germs everywhere - or for eating her weight in sugar this close to midnight.]

I leave you guys alone for, like, three months and you totally rearrange the place. Typical.

[A short pause, and then a thoughtful hum.]

Huh, I guess this week makes a year since I got dropped off here for the first time. Kind of feels like a lot longer with that whole Paris crap. [Her voice raises, like she's trying to be overheard.] Anytime you want to toss me back to New York, that'd be great.

((ooc: open post!))

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[lord_wizard]

The last thing we can ever expect from the castle is courtesy. This isn't our world. It's not your tower.

At least you got a vacation out of the deal.

[delincuente]

[She makes a lazy little scoff at his first statement.] Wow, sarcasm really works well on you.

And I mean, yeah, if you count sleeping on a park bench every night a "vacation".

[lord_wizard]

Why, thank you.

Mmm. Was it a nice bench at least?

[delincuente]

It was durable. Sturdy. Nice and wooden.

[lord_wizard]

Small favors.

Outside of the fact you're one of the first people to remember being here before, that is.

[delincuente]

Yep, that's me - part of a milestone. Couldn't be more proud.

[lord_wizard]

Maybe you could conjure yourself a medal.

[delincuente]

Think I might do that. Show it off when people try to start crap with me. I'm practically an elder now, or something.

[lord_wizard]

Careful, people might start asking you for the secret to the castle's mysteries.

[delincuente]

Hey, if no one knows the castle's mysteries to begin with, who's going to know I'm making them up?

[lord_wizard]

Fair point.

[delincuente]

So if a rumor starts going around that the whole operation is run by pocket elves, you'll know where that started. Just don't drop a name and we'll be cool.

[lord_wizard]

Your secret is safe with me.

[delincuente]

Sweet.

[A brief pause.]

... It's Felix, right?

[lord_wizard]

That's right.

[delincuente]

Yeah, I remember now. You're the wizard dude.

[lord_wizard]

And you're the young wizard who animates benches.

[delincuente]

The one and only.

[lord_wizard]

Any process on that front? Perhaps if you tried a sofa?

[delincuente]

Nah, I haven't tried it again. I've moved on to bigger and better things.

[lord_wizard]

Oh? Like what?

[delincuente]

Like trying to find another way to get around the castle without walking, for one thing. Looks like this place slapped me with another loss.

[lord_wizard]

[Well, that's new information...]

I haven't heard. Are you the only one, or are the others who came from Paris likewise afflicted?

[delincuente]

Don't know. I haven't asked.

[lord_wizard]

Perhaps you should. I might enlighten us as to the castle's behavior. Or, in the very least, sympathetic ears on which to lay your castle of redecorating woe.