open ♔ may castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during  May [back and forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of this month.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt. ]

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[lissatrinall]

[ she pushes open the door into the research lab ] You haven't fallen prey to anymore spontaneous combustion since then, I hope.

[thesleeper]

[Following her in, eager to be rid of the mound of paper]

Not that I am acutely aware of, but you never know.

[lissatrinall]

I hope that'd be the kind of thing you'd notice. [ she gestures to some filing cabinets on the wall ] Alright. Consider this your interview.

[thesleeper]

[He gently sets the papers down near the cabinet, and turns to face her.]

Alright... what'd you have in mind?

[lissatrinall]

Organize all of this. [ she gestures at the pile and the cabinets ]

[thesleeper]

Right. Not sure what I was expecting.

Oh! Uh... [He glances about the room] Are we... alone, in here?

[lissatrinall]

Why do you ask?

[thesleeper]

[He pats a small familiar-looking book strapped to his belt.]

I've got just the thing in mind to take care of this... If you don't mind a little chalk on the floor.

[lissatrinall]

Considering you'll be the one cleaning it up, I guess that's your call.

[thesleeper]

In that case... [He unbuckles the complicated device that keeps his journal strapped onto him, and pulls his chalk out of the hollow in the back of the book, the begins skimming through pages...]

Let's see... oh. Here we are. Ronove. Oh, right... You're going to have to trust me on this - you'll really like this one... but I need to do this outside, in soil. Where's the best place?

[lissatrinall]

We could take the back door out to the garden.

[thesleeper]

That would be perfect.

[Following her to the garden, he kneels in the soil and begins to trace the detailed seal]

This will be easier you to clean up, no chalk... Almost done... and, there.

Ronove, the Iron Maiden. Your disciple calls you back. Lend me your skills, your wisdom.

[]The ground begins to shake, and suddenly from within the seal bursts forth a rusted iron sarcophagus. It continues to grind upward, until it is nearly fully out of the ground, mostly plain save for a curious mocking female human visage on the head of the vessel. Just as it seems to be over, the seals down the front of the iron maiden break, allowing the door to swing open ever so slightly. From within slowly pours out a noisome black liquid, and a scattering of bones. The visage on the sarcophagus contorts into a smile.[]

[And the binding check... Of course, 10. That fails, have fun today Ronove.]

Well, Ronove. It's been a while. Hey, I'm in a bit of a rush, and your manifestation is hideous, so let's not dawdle. What say we forge an accord for the day? You can help me file papers?

[Ronove never speaks. The visage simply frowns or smiles. In this case, the visage contorts into a horrible frown, before the iron maiden hungrily gobbles the bones and slime back up, and grinds it's way back into the earth.]

[Phineas now has a frown frozen on his face]

My Charisma doesn't seem to work on anything in this world. [He pointedly stares at Lis'sa]

[lissatrinall]

[ lis'sa takes one step backwards when the coffin breaks out of the ground, staring with raised eyebrows at the spectacle, until ronove vanishes once more. ] ... What was that thing?

[thesleeper]

That was Ronove... She was the first of the monks.

[He suddenly remembers something he saw on TV last night]

I believe you could also call her the predecessor to David Blaine. Except she never reappeared, because her faithful were impatient.

...

Ready to see something neat?

[lissatrinall]

That wasn't the neat bit?

[thesleeper]

That was the disgusting bit. Ronove is downright putrid.

[Walking back to the office...]

No, this is the neat part.
[Phineas begins to use Ronove's Far Hand skill to telekinetically lift and sort the papers.]

Eh?

[thesleeper]

And, yes, this is the only face I can make right now. Don't mind it.

[lissatrinall]

[ w/e lis'sa doesn't seem to mind your strange expression, because she's too busy being intrigued by the implications ] ... So you're housing Ronove's power in your own body right now?

[thesleeper]

[Well good, because Ronove makes me come down with a serious case of stupid-face. Also (WORST DRAWBACK OF THEM ALL) I can't drink]

[Notably, there's something empowered about Phin's hands. They've gone from being the gentle digits of someone who's spent his days reading books, into the calloused weapons of a martial artist, complete with a faint supernatural magic aura. He also had gained some notable speed while walking back, from more than just excitement]

That would be correct, though additionally I'm burdened by some of her... personality, if you can call it that.

[He continues to absent-mindedly sort the papers around the room, from afar, before remembering that Ronove drives him to stupid lengths to seek praise, and that Lis'sa isn't typically the praising sort...]

Oh! And I can do this!

[He high-jumps as far as he can and slow-falls to the ground. He'd probably smile, if he could.]

[lissatrinall]

[ lis'sa suppresses a smile as she watches the display, folding her arms and tilting her head ] You know, this actually explains quite a few things about you.

[thesleeper]

I presume you mean apart from my rakish good looks, and boyish charm?

[lissatrinall]

Apart from that.

[thesleeper]

[Taking that as Lis'sa acknowledging his rakish good looks, and boyish charm...]

You're referring to the... personality influence? And the often lovely physical manifestations that accompany them?

[lissatrinall]

[ she finally just gets this really big grin on her face and asks: ] Is your face really stuck that way?

[thesleeper]

Only for the rest of the day... You think I would joke about his ridiculous face? [He gestures all around his stupid frown]

Still, beats some of the alternatives. Amon makes me grow Ram's Horns - lugging an extra twenty pounds around your head all day isn't any fun, I'll tell you that.