Crackplot. But not a bad one!

[sceltwarlord]

Khary's in a fairly good mood, unlike most of his family. Of course, this means that he wants to share. Hence, the denizens of the Mansion might find a few surprises wandering about. If anyone spends more than five minutes not changing activities, they may find themselves quite a bit younger.

In the main room, people may find themselves saying

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[skewedeyes]

Felix was sitting down reading when something changed. A rather younger man drops the book that he can't read and looks around the room, confused. He doesn't remember getting here. And this certainly doesn't look like the Shining Tiger.

[phedre_25]

And across from him was reading a Phedre, who about 2 minutes later, looks up, and frowns.

She touches her dress, and frowns more.

"This is not my Lord Delaunay's Library..."

T: I just moved her cut back to Dart, just before Alcuin and Delaunay get assassinated.

Might even leave her there for a while, I'm not sure.

[skewedeyes]

Felix is now wandering around the library, vaguely confused, and when he notices the lady he tentatively heads in her direction. "'Scuse me, mistress..."

[phedre_25]

She looks at him, interestedly. "Aye?" She's not sure he should call her Mistress. She's just a Servant, after all.

[skewedeyes]

He shifts, uneasily. "D'you know where I am? I think...I'm s'posed to be at the Shining Tiger."

I'll get in trouble with Lorenzo if I don't get back. And I don't want that.

[phedre_25]

She looks around, then at him.

Beaten. Hurt. He has the bearing of one who is not a true Valerian.

"I don't think I can quite help you..." She stands, looks about. "This cannot be the City of Elua..."

[skewedeyes]

"City of Elua?" Confused, and nervous, and definitely sore, moving gingerly.

[phedre_25]

"Aye." She smiles, gently. "It is not whence you live?"

But she already knows the answer, because the establishment he mentioned does not exist on Night's Doorstep. She would know.

[skewedeyes]

"Nah. Pharoahlight, in Mélusine." Still keeping his eyes downcast, because he knows people don't like them.

[phedre_25]

"I see." She doesn't question the place, it sounds foreign, and like no place she ever learned of, but. "Pray not be abeyante. I serve as well," she says kindly.

Besides, Felix, you might notice she has something funny in her eye too, if you look up.

[skewedeyes]

He blinks and does look up. "--y'what, mistress?"

[phedre_25]

Their eyes meet, briefly, and she notes the colors without reacting to them.

"I am a servant of Naamah." She tugs a little at her dress, to show him the top of her marque.

She just got it done, a week ago - she's still sore from Longest Night.

[skewedeyes]

...'fraid I don't know what you're talking about," carefully. Not reacting to the marque, either. He eyes the chair, wondering if it'd hurt too much to sit down.

[phedre_25]

"Are you not dedicated to her service as well?" She might look at bit confused, there.

[skewedeyes]

"Whose service? Don't think so, mistress. M'just a-"

He manages to stop that epithet.

"Sorry, mistress," looking down again.

[phedre_25]

"Phedre, please." Very gently. "And you're just a what?"

Say it.