fifth glamour

[thatsnotnancy]

Jesus Christ, if it's not one thing, it's another.

Does the castle really get off on this?

[Nancy is currently sitting in the lobby, perched cross-legged atop a sofa with her journal in her lap. She likes to people watch, but lately the numbers have been dwindling

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do what you want, lol.

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[Derp, it is Zeke. He's walking, he's walking...

He sees Nancy-- oh god he is turning to walk in the opposite direction...]

[thatsnotnancy]

[Lover boooooyyy--

Why the fuck is he always in such a goddamn hurry? Fine. He wants to be like that?

The entire lobby has now turned pitch black for Zeke. Have fun figuring out which way is the opposite direction now.]

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[NO. NOT YOURS.

And- ugh, oh man, she saw him. No...

He'll just extend his hand to find a wall-- any wall-- and whip out the duck lighter that Uru gave him. LET US SEE HOW EFFECTIVE THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP IS.]

[thatsnotnancy]

[It'll take more than friendship to counter this spell. Meanwhile, Nancy is rising from her place on the sofa and drifting toward him. She sees the lobby perfectly fine, but knows that Zzzzzeke does not. It's... actually really funny watching him wander about the lobby like a blind man in broad daylight.

He might feel something slowly moving closer to him.]

and same here, too.

[chimesin]

[And there is a tiny woman dressed in clothes that look a little Hot Topic-y, but that's okay because HT TOTES PROMOTED HER MOVIES they were a gift. from a friend. acquaintance. thing.

She will smile as Nancy approaches, because come on, when you're having a mood, there is always that perpetual chipper person you just have to come across.]

[thatsnotnancy]

[So much cheeriness... IT BURNS.

But those clothes look familiar. Ohoho, she knows what has happened here.]

Nice outfit. [Even if it is a tad poser-ish.]

[chimesin]

[WHY DOES NO ONE SHARE HER PERPETUAL STATE OF HAPPY?

And she'll bounce a little, her hands moving to the pockets, those little chains and straps jingling against each other all the while.]

Do you really think so?

[thatsnotnancy]

[She shrugs her shoulders.]

I guess? They're definitely not yours, though. You always dress like a model out of some expensive preppy catalog.

go for it...

[lord_wizard]

[Hi Nancy. There is a tall redhead walkin' through your lobby who probably looks like he stepped off the cover of a gay romance novel. He gives the hole in the lobby ceiling a vaguely concerned look as he strides purposefully past.]

[thatsnotnancy]

[Yeahhh, that hole is a bit unsightly, isn't it? She decides to make the entire ceiling match, making it appear as if it has vanished entirely. It gives way to the blue sky, light snowflakes falling all about the lobby.]

[lord_wizard]

[Felix pauses and stares, cause he's pretty sure it wasn't doing that a second ago. Rather than looking freaked out, which may or may not have been her aim, he simply looks intrigued and is probably doing the math between that and Nancy's solitary presence in the lobby]

Did you...?

[thatsnotnancy]

[Nancy's head is practically buried in the journal, and it takes her a moment after he speaks to even acknowledge him. She slowly lifts her head lazily, like she isn't sure if someone's speaking to her.]

...Me?

[unhands]

[ you want passing by? (and the ultimate douchedown)

have this guy walking by |: ]

[thatsnotnancy]

[Can he resist a mirror? It's a nice looking mirror that casts a really flattering reflection of him if he stops to take notice. The kind of image the ladies can't resist.]

[unhands]

[ OH NO.

OH NNOOOOOOOO

he'll be walking past it.

and then doubling up and... staring at himself.

before grinning at his reflection and running his hands through his hair. CHECKING TO MAKE SURE EVERYTHING IS PERFECT and he still looks as good as ever......

shallow.exe. mirror or not ): ]

[thatsnotnancy]

[Everything is fine, nothing is out of the ordinary, and Julian is looking as good as ever.

But after a few moments, his reflection's movements... don't seem to be matching his own. In fact, it stops being a reflection after a while until it's more of another Julian just staring back at him. It grins rather deviously at him while folding its arms. 'Sup.]

/mess away

[hard_talker]

[hey, it's the guy from your dream on Christmas Eve ... only suddenly he's got dork!glasses and is acting a lot less cool about being in his own skin, slouching toward the kitchen with his nose in a book]

[thatsnotnancy]

[Hey, it's that smooth-talker from her dream! Looking a lot less smooth. Whatever, he's no exception to her devious mood.

Whatever he's reading will become indecipherable. The words may even dance about the page a bit. It definitely wasn't doing that before.]

OH EM GEE IT'S GHOSTWRITER, MARK

[hard_talker]

[he stops, and squints.]

... the ffff....

[attempts polishing his glasses with a corner of his shirt, and tries again]

BELOVED SHOW OF THEIR TIME, AHH

[thatsnotnancy]

[Nope! That doesn't make it any better. In fact, it makes it worse. Not only are the characters dancing, but they look smudged. It's almost as if they were smeared when he cleaned his glasses.]