[OPEN] House: Day Two

[scorchedevents]

Who: anyone!
When: The second night of the party
Where: ... Manor of Leaves >.>
Format: Any format you like.
What: In the house there were hallways and in the hallways were doors and past the door there was a hedgemaze and in the hedgemaze there was the Interlude Room.
Warnings: None so far!

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[scorchedevents]

[lestrangestone]

[The first experience with the hallway was unruffling, but that was only because such things were common in the Wizarding world. Things were quite often larger on the inside.

She's impatient, wishing very much to meet these Twins, or those associated with them. Perhaps they were Wizards? In any case, the place reeked of unfamiliar (?) magic. She could not help but be intrigued.

So she sits down, and after a moment, allows herself to sink backwards into the velvet cushion.

There's no harm in sitting, is there? If one has to wait, one may as well be comfortable, no?

And feel free to creep Bella. She deserves it, anyway.]

[twoswordjuniper]

[At least this room is different from the seemingly endless hallways. It wasn't anything she was familiar with, but at this point Deneve was getting annoyed enough to be happy for any change.

She remains standing herself and takes in the room, studying all the details in search of anything useful. She notices the woman on the cushion pretty much right away.]

Hm. Comfortable?

[lestrangestone]

[Turns, blinking. How quiet had this woman been to catch her unawares? It was never good to be surprised. How dare she sneak up on---]

I ...was.

Hm. [Sniff.]

You're not a Twin, are you?

[Enough of waiting. They would see he or they would... Well, there was not another option. They would see her.]

Are we to be kept waiting all night?

[twoswordjuniper]

If you mean to imply that you think I might be one of the people behind this, then no. I'm not.

[Deneve frowns just slightly, barely a downturn of her mouth.]

Do you really expect them to come to us?

[Ridiculous. Especially considering how elaborate this maze was, it seemed whoever had set this up had gone out of their way to make it difficult, even finding the right door to the right room was next to impossible.]

[princely_calyx]

[Utena wanders in to the room. Everything red. Red, red, red. Part of her thinks that she must clash terribly with her pink hair versus this sea of red. Though it's not like she could help it.]

[She starts towards the table, then thinks better of it. The food looked good. Very good. However, something in her held her back. Wasn't it a constant device in fairy tales to have a person ensnared by eating food put out by elves, spirtes, and their kin?]

[No. Best not. The food upstairs had been different. Somehow. Besides, she was full anyway.]

[But, hadn't she eaten only yesterday? Shouldn't she be hungry by now?]

[So she sits at a chair, not looking at the food. Just observing for now.]