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[danielmolloy]

A drunk and dirty man stumbles into the mansion; he might be attractive if he were to take care of himself, but as far gone into the drink as he is he doesn't take notice of the tattered jeans and soiled shirt long overdue for a trash bin

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[prettydenis]

"Bonjour, monsieur... Are you lost?"

[danielmolloy]

Daniel has, of course, heard about Denis from Louis' account but does not recognize him.

"Yeah, I was on my way to Chicago and I don't know how but I ended up here. Wherever 'here' is."

[prettydenis]

"This is the Mansion, monsieur. Everyone comes here. From different places and times."

[danielmolloy]

"You mean like an airport, where people are flying in from different countries and timezones?"

[prettydenis]

"Air... port..?" He sounds like he doesn't know what that means. "Non, monsieur... People just appear."

[danielmolloy]

"... Just appear?"

This doesn't make any sense to Daniel, and he's seen some strange things. He isn't sure whether to think this kid touched in the head or not.

"What's your name?"

Typist: Let's pretend Daniel's typist doesn't fail at getting back to responses on time.

[prettydenis]

He smiles prettily. "I am Denis, monsieur. Who are you?"