[Matt's in one of the many kitchens in the mansion. He's smiling happily, and he seems like he's just in another world right now, after asking Mello out. He was singing this song as he cooked. He hadn't even noticed that anyone had walked into the kitchen.]

(ooc:Anyone can come in. Feel free to have your character sing along,interupt him,etc.)

Val walked into a room and for a moment thought he was home. There were fish floating in midair which in his world was completely normal. He smiled slightly just happy to be near something that reminded him of his world. He sat down on a couch and stared at the fish quietly ( Read more... )

[Mello is sitting in a bar quietly, sipping on a beer he had taken, and was reading the book “The Vampyre.” quietly. He hasn’t noticed it yet, but there is what looks like a black tattoo on his back, that says blames himself for Matt prostituting himself after they got in a fight with each other. A black crow was perched on a seat besides Mello ( Read more... )

He’s been hoping to find a room like this one for a while now. Matt had been bored out of his little gamer mind and had stumbled upon a fairly nice room. It looked like a normal mall ( Read more... )

[Mihael's been sorta lonely, so he's finally wandered out of the room he's chosen on the second floor to a bar on the fifth. It's a fairly large bar, relatively empty when he walks in; immediately, though never really one to drink, the soldier makes his way across the expansive room, walking right behind the bar and starting to dig through the ( Read more... )

[Matt's sitting behind the bar, cigarette in one hand, thumbing with the other through a tattered and rather syrupy copy of the Mr. Boston's Bar Guide, which appears to be in the process of turning into something else, if the digressions about the history of ageing barrels as they relate to pirates, and do-it-yourself instructions for a greenhouse ( Read more... )

Mello's been lurking 'round this fucked up place for a good month or so, but he hasn't spoken to many people, opting instead to just fade into the background and watch.

Now, though, he's ready for a little interaction. Strewn across the countertop lazily, Mello fingers the edge of his scotch glass; the ice clinks as it melts a little and shifts in ( Read more... )

[Matt's sitting behind the bar, with a cigarette in one hand, a paperback version of Interesting Times in the other, and a half-finished pint glass of a copper-colored beer in front of him. He's lost track of how many times he's read through the Discworld series, and most of his attention isn't on the book, which he's mostly memorized by now anyway ( Read more... )

He finds this room theraputic, half-full bottle in one hand, slumping back into one of the chairs.

Empty, save the hordes of undead that gather around his sitting place. They're only for show, he knows, so he doesn't pay them much mind. They'd only mess with him if he did, as seemed to be the unwritten rule of this place from experience.

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[Matt's sitting at the table in one of the kitchens with a bowl of soup in front of him, but he's smoking instead of eating, using a stray teacup as an ashtray. His goggles are pushed up onto his forehead. Every once in a while, he pulls a piece of paper from his vest pocket, unfolds it, and smiles in a wavery sort of way before tucking it away ( Read more... )