[Introduction] There's no need for red-hot pokers.

[x_postal_ines]

They had been getting on with it, over and over again. The game had been repeated so often that she knew it all by heart, like an actor's set of lines in a play.  Now, it was Garcin's turn to speak - but those words were not his, really, they were hers, stolen. Had he been ever anything else but that, a coward? A thief? Stealing Estelle's attention

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[scalpedsociety]

A small but ever so slightly unsettling woman with hollowed out hazel eyes peers out the kitchen doorway.

On the surface she is quite calm and level headed, on the inside is excited and relishing this tomboyish womans arrival. Aramat could tell the laugh alone that she going to like her.

She cocks her head slightly, “Hello there, you must be new here.”

[x_postal_ines]

Ines looks amused. "Not exactly," she replies. "I've been here for quite a while - it just took a bit too long for me to get out of the room."

She's still assuming she's in hell - it was a hotel, after all.

[scalpedsociety]

Aramat got puzzled on the inside I've never you before...
On the outside, Aramat remained placid. “Well you must be hungry or thristy... would you to join in the kitchen?”

[x_postal_ines]

Ines laughs again, that delighted, amused smile. "You haven't been dead a very long time, have you? We don't need food anymore. We're dead."

[scalpedsociety]

I don't know about you, lovely lady, but I'm alive. It's only been since sunday, but I'm alive. I have a pulse now and everything.

“I'm sorry, I honestly don't believe in any sort of afterlife, but usually these places don't have kitchens.”

[x_postal_ines]

She yet has to realize that she has bodily functions. Or maybe she won't - typist is undecided. She's been in hell a long time, after all.

"Of course they have kitchens," she replies. "No kitchens, no knives."

How terribly practical.

[scalpedsociety]

Indeed thats how she found her only true friends... those lovely, loyal pointed objects...

“You do raise a good point, Miss?---”

[x_postal_ines]

"Serrano. Just call me Ines," she replies. "I don't care much for formality."

[scalpedsociety]

Ines... what a lovely name.

"Aramat Dawdes. Pleased to meet you, where have you been?"

[x_postal_ines]

Aaaaaw, that's adorable. In a strange way.

"In a room, in a hotel," she drawls. "The questions really more, where have you been?"

[scalpedsociety]

Well so far, I've been here since Sunday...

“In a garden.”

Now Aramat meantions it, there are usually no gardens in a hotel either. Unless this womans idea of a hotel is different...

[x_postal_ines]

"A poetic place to die, for someone with a poetic name," she replies, lightly.

There would be gardens in earthly hotels, but not in the one where she was. Not that she thinks she's actually moved. This is probably just a new form of punishment.

Watch her care.

[scalpedsociety]

Aramat remained calm. Perhaps she's just guessing... Aramat isn't my birth name, nor did I die in a garden. I wanted to buried there.

You are free to torment Aramat a bit. For some strange reason I like watching villains squirm...

[x_postal_ines]

Ines raises an eyebrow, inquiringly. "Are you so little accustomed to compliments?"

Something's hidden there - she can feel it.

Heee yay! Noted! And tell me if it goes to far - I really want this to stay fun for you. &hearts

[scalpedsociety]

“You can say that...” Aramat was about take it as one, until the word “Death” was meantioned.

Just don't get too carried away... we need proper tension, if case my whole “Three Weird Sisters and a Warlock” scenario should ever happen.

[x_postal_ines]

"Too bad," she replies. "That indicates poor self-esteem." And therefore weakness.

I'll keep things ambiguous to that effect. ^^