(introduction) you monolith not scarred by fallout

[ilikeflirting]

Jason steps out through his bedroom doorway into the corridor, and as soon as he feels sunlight on his face, he knows he's not in the Circus anymore. The Mansion hallway is much brighter than the Circus of the Damned's windowless, underground passages, and he has to put a furred hand up to shield his eyes while they adjust to the light. He can't

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[skepticalmagic]

Morgana does not know that he's not going to devour her, as she lets out a brief scream when she sees him. Morgana's not one easily frightened, but a naked wolfman covered in blood? That's going elicit a scream

Sorry.

[ilikeflirting]

Jason holds his hands (paws?) up in the air in front of him, trying to look harmless. "I swear I am not going to eat you."

Yes, Morgana, it talks.

[skepticalmagic]

Morgana's eyes wide, though she still backs up. There are wolves in these woods: smarter and more vicious than normal wolves, but talking?

"What?"

This is not Morgana's best moment. She's not entirely sure she heard what she thought she heard.

[ilikeflirting]

"I'm guessing you've never seen a werewolf before," Jason says.

Which is actually an interesting piece of information. If she's not familiar with wereanimals, there's no way she could be the flunky of some rival vampire.

[aboveallpride]

With some tea nearby, Yukio is in the main room meaning to read a book on medieval rituals in order to better understand Gwen's request. She's bookish and shy-looking, but still rather pretty.

[ilikeflirting]

Jason may have just found himself trapped in some strange magical house, but that's not going to stop him from chatting to attractive ladies.

He walks in and smiles at her. "Hi."

[aboveallpride]

She smiles at Jason.

"Hello there."

[ilikeflirting]

"So I'm guessing this is the living room," Jason says. He wouldn't have done all that much exploring while he was in wolfman form, because he didn't want any of the residents to freak out and shoot him.

[whutobjection]

In comes Phoenix Wright, aka 'Fine Troll-Bait'. He'll be somewhere in the hall, carrying files for Shadow Angel business and he may run into Jason.

"Sorry..."

[ilikeflirting]

"You know, you really should watch where you're going," Jason says. He doesn't actually sound annoyed or offended, though. He sounds like he's trolling.

[whutobjection]

"Sorry..." Phoenix says, a bit surprised.

[ilikeflirting]

"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" Jason asks, in a mock serious tone.

[cantplaygod]

Whilst roaming the hallways, Jason might come upon a tall, slim, dark gent, toward the rugged end of the handsome spectrum, clad in a rather nice black suit, though the way he favors one side a bit suggests he may be carrying heat.

Nothing confrontational, though, and he might glance to the younger male. "New to the place? Got that look about you that you're still finding your way around," he says, friendly enough.

[ilikeflirting]

If Reese is carrying a gun, Jason would be able to smell it.

He smiles. "Is it really that obvious?"

[cantplaygod]

"We've all had that look when we got here: no shame in having it, or it being obvious," he says. "Place is a bit like something between a hotel and a frat house, or how I'd imagine one would be like."

[ilikeflirting]

"I don't think there is a single frat house in the world that is this weird," Jason says. And he hasn't even encountered any of the really weird stuff yet.

[regency_twihard]

And should he explore the library, he'll find a gal in Regency garb, poring over a few papers that might have an academic look about them, but within arm's reach are a journal with a black leather cover and a few books, scattered on a table.

[ilikeflirting]

"I'd ask if you're wearing fancy dress, but I have a feeling the answer would be no," Jason says.

He's already met Morgana, so he's aware that some of the people here are not exactly from modern times.

[regency_twihard]

She glances up, then glances down at herself before looking back to him. "Oh, no, this is only one of my ordinary everyday gowns, the kind that I wear whilst writing," she says, blushing a bit. "I am Miss Catherine Morland: are you newly arrived to the Mansion?"

[ilikeflirting]

"Yes," Jason says, "and somehow everyone can tell." Because seriously, people keep figuring that out just by looking at him.

"I'm Jason."