i. kitchen.

[ex_garroter234]

[Micheletto is in the kitchen.

He is sort of exploring all this crazy fresh produce you lot have access to in the castle, in particular puzzling over the New World/future stuff (what is a potato, etc). There are vegetables and fruit spread out on the counters and table. At the moment, he's not really bothering with any of that though, too busy poking at one of the nutcrackers that had found its way in here.

He eyes the journal he has laid out on the counter for a second, then swats the tomato sitting on it to the floor and opens it up.

Talking to a book is really strange and odd, so he writes instead.]

What is the purpose of these wooden dolls?

[... staring at a book and waiting for a magical response is also bizarre, so he sets it down and goes back to playing with the nutcracker.]

[ooc. this also counts as a kissmas post X-( in person or over the journal, though all responses to the latter will be written!]

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[nihilo]

We all are. [ Her smile is sly. ]

The castle set it up. Or the demon, actually. You should play.

[ex_garroter234]

[He ignores the invitation, since he's not really sure that's what it is, anyway.]

Demon?

[nihilo]

[ She lowers her voice to barely above a whisper, as if he might appear if she were any louder. ]

Crowley. The serpent.

[ex_garroter234]

[Serpent... what. He can't figure out if she is simply mad or if there is some truth to her claim.]

Who are you?

[nihilo]

[ She lowers her eyes. ]

Let me go and I will tell you.

[ex_garroter234]

[There is a brief hesitation, but he relents; he retreats only a few paces, intent on still looming nearby.]

[nihilo]

[ She smiles when he backs away, toothy and accomplished, reaching up to rub her neck. ]

Alice Morgan. Charmed I'm sure.

[ex_garroter234]

[Charmed like a witch right no

he doesn't say those words I just typed.]

And you are sent by Hell to tempt me?

[nihilo]

[ Don't stop typing.

Alice snorts, and runs one hand through her hair. ]

Is that really necessary in your case?

[ex_garroter234]

You are playing a game started by the serpent, yes?

[He tilts his head down toward her, uncomfortably near.]

Your words.

[nihilo]

[ Alice has no regard for personal space. This is cool. She bites her lip to contain her glee. ]

Yes. [ Then pouts for gravity. ] But not to tempt you to any sin, per se.

[ex_garroter234]

[Something about this woman is extremely intriguing to Micheletto. He cannot help himself, and tilts down closer still.

Then bats away the nutcracker still sitting on the counter for good measure, but still. He is leaning close, his hand resting on the countertop, boxing her in again but only halfway this time. Graciously allowing her room to retreat herself.]

No? Then with what, Alice?

[nihilo]

[ Alice never retreats. She leans closer instead barely leaving any space, the smile comes and goes. ]

How would you like a crate of fine wine?

[ex_garroter234]

[Micheletto, too, holds his ground.]

Wine?

[nihilo]

A little gift to go along with the trophy. We could share.

[ex_garroter234]

What trophy? [Not the nutcracker he just slapped to the ground, he hopes...]

[nihilo]

A congratulations from the Serpent, and bragging rights. But those can't be shared.

[ex_garroter234]

Congratulations for what? Winning his game?

[nihilo]

What else? For winning.

[ex_garroter234]

And how does one win?

[nihilo]

[ She leans closer. ]

Kiss as many as you can before it ends.

[ex_garroter234]

[This time, it's Micheletto who holds his ground. He doesn't flinch away.]

A childish game. Yes?

[nihilo]

That's the best kind.

[ex_garroter234]

[Micheletto holds her gaze for a moment, quiet, then chuckles softly. He draws away at this point, gesturing that she's free to move about; he's no longer going to keep her boxed in.]

I'm afraid this is not my preferred game, so I will decline.

[nihilo]

[ She smiles giddily, like a child who has just told a marvelous joke. ]

What is your preferred game?