dexter ain't shit; richard, delilah, welcome to xana

[soursanguine]

For as mundane as most of their world seems to be, that hasn't stopped Richard and Delilah Vasko from having some problems with the doors in their house. Specifically, the closet door of Richard's Workroom, which is really the single most inconvenient door to open to a place it shouldn't.

...Other than the bathroom door, really.

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[fireburned]

He's not a local by any means, but Harvestman is lurking around the corners of Xanadu, looking for something he can't find at home, looking for something he know he won't find here - and he's just close enough to hear bits and pieces of their conversation.

His clothes are pretty ragged, but neither the clothes nor himself is as dirty as he sometimes has a preference for being. He doesn't look homeless, in other words, due to the sheer fact that he isn't homeless. For now.

"Xanadu." He's standing a few feet away, hands in pockets and shoulders hunched, making his short height seem shorter. "You're in Xanadu."

[soursanguine]

Head whipping at the sound of the voice, Richard trains his gaze on the ragged man and takes him in. Disheveled, maybe, but as conscious and stuck up about these things as Richard is, at least the man is clean. He's known a thousand artists who are too scattered to give a damn about their appearance, so as many things as he might initially judge an individual on, that's not one of them. Instead, he offers a smile. "Xanadu? You don't say."

Delilah, however, can't be bothered to pay attention to such superficial judgments and grins broadly to the man. "Hello, sir! So are you from around here, then? Or-" The girl falters and looks around, asking, "...is anybody from around here? Or is this more one of those 'passing through' type places? Seems like a big place!" She maintains her smile to Harvestman, dark eyes bright with the hope that he'll get what she's on about.

Asking the obvious questions could draw attention, after all--especially if it's not normal for half of one's house to apparently be located in the place.

[fireburned]

He draws back at both responses - both the whip-around and smile, and the overly brightness of the woman. That was just a little too much nonjudgmental enthusiasm for his taste.

"I reckon there are some locals, but most folks I know are just passing through. There's an inn over there - " He jerks his head in one direction, keeping his hands in his pockets. "A bar most folks hang out down that way, and question-and-answer type of place down that way... Whatever you're in for, really."

[soursanguine]

Delilah is nothing but a big pile of nonjudgmental enthusiasm--she has to be, with a husband like hers, and nods, looking towards the inn. "I see...so you're not from around here either, then? Um- do people always end up coming here in...unusual ways?"

Her husband gives her a little look of warning but she only maintains her little smile and adds to Harvestman, "I'm Delilah, by the way. And this is my husband, Richard!"

Harvestman gets a polite nod from him before he glances around and takes a drag from his cigarette. "I would imagine it has whatever you're looking for, place seems huge."

[fireburned]

"Nah, we usually fall in through something or the other. I reckon there are locals, but if you go into their background, they probably came about the same way. It's big enough - you could live here if you wanted." He shifts around into his pocket until he pulls out a small device that looks remarkably like a pager.

"You can pick up one of these just 'bout anywhere - it's a PINpoint, so you can come and go without havin' to trip over something to get here." His eyes flicker briefly over to the cigarette. "Most folks call me Harvestman."

[soursanguine]

Smirking, Richard says, "Funnily enough, it seems that we do live here now. Sort of." He leans forward, looking towards the PINpoint, while Delilah takes a few steps towards Harvestman to see it better.

"Well it's very nice to meet you, Mister Harvestman," she says, nodding and gazing at the little device. "So what does that little thing do? Is it like a cellphone?"

Meanwhile, her hyper-observant husband notes the look at the cigarette and smirks. "Want one? I've got plenty, the least I could do for letting us know what's what around here."

[fireburned]

"It's a teleporter. All science fiction-like." He keeps himself from leaning away, but just barely. After a moment of hesitation, he nods at Richard.

"Sure, but I don't need a light."

[soursanguine]

While Richard nods and digs through his pocket for his cigarette case, Delilah's eyes widen. "A teleporter! Really! Oh wow, that's marvelous, Richard, we need to get one!"

Chuckling as he withdraws the silver case full of black cigarettes, he says, "Well, darling, when in Rome. Although--tell me, Harvestman, are there any risks associated with it? You watch one too many sci-fi movies and suddenly every teleporter is going to take a limb or turn you into a fly." Offering over one of the cloves, he adds, "I suppose it's simply for anywhere in the city?"

[fireburned]

"You can pick 'em up just 'bout anywhere." He doesn't actually remember where he got the ones he carries around. He slips it back into his pocket and accepts the cigarette, studying it critically. That was way more expensive than the brand he could afford.

He probably ought to save it, but - unlit - into his mouth it goes. "Nah, you gotta worry more 'bout this place. You can end up here by accident without meaning to, it's got that effect."

[soursanguine]

Sneering faintly, Richard nods once. "Yes, we've experienced that in the past, that inconvenient nonsense with trying to go one place and ending up in another. So irritating, and always at the worst possible time. Hell--that's how we ended up here today as it is."

"You'll have to excuse my husband," Delilah says, smiling. "He's a big grump. I think it's fun--an adventure! So are you in Xanadu often, sir? How did you end up here? We opened this funny door in our house--it's opened to other strange places in the past, but never to a city street!"

Richard, meanwhile, draws a slim black notebook from his pockets and scribbles notes to himself--get teleporter; figure out how reliable door is; art scene; quality of police force/availability of unmissed things; dump sites?; see if groceries cheaper here; consider second car for Xanadu side of house. "A lot to figure out. Christ, what a day this is turning out to be."

Delilah beams up at him. "But full of potential!"

[fireburned]

"I'm here a lot, but I don't stay." Again with way too much enthusiasm. "Kinda just stumbled in, same as y'all. Place don't shift 'round, it stays the same."

...Apparently this could have been a concern. At least they know!

[soursanguine]

"Doesn't...shift around." Richard arches a brow and looks over his shoulder in the direction of the new, Xanadu half of their home. "Well that's something of a relief." Although now he's perfectly paranoid--not that it's a difficult thing to manage with Richard.

Delilah's head tilts. "Does that often happen in places like this? Goodness."

[fireburned]

"Sometimes. Better safe than sorry." He doesn't actually know what he's talking about, but he has the confidence of someone who's certain he's not, in fact, making things up.

Look, you never know.

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[soursanguine]

Good Christ.

"Fucking Nexuses." Richard shakes his head and flicks a glance towards the sky. "I like an adventure as much as the next man, I suppose, but 'getting stuck in an unfamiliar shifting city' is not high on the list of acceptable scenarios. At least it doesn't happen here--good to know, thanks."

Delilah nods a little. "Yeah, that...it's nice to have a warning. God only knows..."

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