When people run in circles, it's a very very mad world...

[revesombre]

[There is a grand staircase at the end of this here hallway, at the top of which is a very large grandfather clock. Don't worry Mirandas, it shouldn't be yours; though, feel free to claim it as your own.

Sitting on top of the clock is a blue-eyed Rhode, wearing a pea-green dress and watching the activity below with a bemused look on her face.

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[solo_insanity]

Ah, but I'm sure if you stopped and said hello they'd give you a moment of their time.

[revesombre]

[She peers down from her spot on the clock. Blue eyes, Tyki, blue eyes.]

It is not that I do not think that they will not give me a moment of their time, it is that most people seem to dislike my presence.

[Although, having a shattered memory means she isn't really sure why this is the case.]

[solo_insanity]

[As long as she doesn't breathe fire and try to behead him, the eye color means little to him. Something different than a Noah. Probably.]

Rather rude of them considering. I doubt most of them even know you.

[revesombre]

[She won't. And, she won't.]

I am afraid it is in their nature, to dislike what they do not understand.

[solo_insanity]

Let me guess. God. Demon. Vampire. Dragon, even?

[revesombre]

[That just gets Tyki this face. Forever.]

Why would I be any one of those?

[She doesn't know/remember WHAT she is D:]

[solo_insanity]

[Offers her a hand to help her down.]

You seem to have... an observer's tone. Bookman, then?

[revesombre]

[She gives his hand a strange look, as if wondering what to do with it.]

A Bookman? I am afraid I am not one of those, either.

[solo_insanity]

[Just leans his side up against the clock instead. She'll come down when she wants to come down.]

You should know I am rather poor at twenty questions. Ask Mother Hen.

[revesombre]

I do not understand why you are asking me twenty questions to begin with, Tyki Mikk.

[She's still giving him the questioning look, though it's blank. More like she's looking but not seeing. Her eyes refocus, and she props her chin on her hand.]

Perhaps you can tell me where we are?

[solo_insanity]

[Looks up at the use of his full name.] Apparently too curious for my own good it seems.

... [Oh, why not?]

Hell. Fifth level if I recall. Though, one seems to be able to move or down levels with the proper preparations.

[revesombre]

[She may not remember what she is, but she certainly doesn't agree with that sentiment.]

... I do not think this is Hell, Tyki.

[solo_insanity]

I suppose that depends on one's interpretation. While it may be paradise for some, I assure you it is hell for others.

[revesombre]

... I do not think this is any kind of afterlife at all.

[solo_insanity]

What would you call it then? A place that drags people from the corners of who knows what to gather them here. No explanation. No reasoning that has been made apparent.

[revesombre]

Is that what happens here?