[Introduction] There's no need for red-hot pokers.

[x_postal_ines]

They had been getting on with it, over and over again. The game had been repeated so often that she knew it all by heart, like an actor's set of lines in a play.  Now, it was Garcin's turn to speak - but those words were not his, really, they were hers, stolen. Had he been ever anything else but that, a coward? A thief? Stealing Estelle's attention

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[x_postal_ines]

Ines turns, eyes him up and down, and categorizes him in a moment. Cowardly and weak. Well then. Maybe Satan decided to shuffle his deck a little.

"Not you," she replies, blankly. "But while you're here, you might as well find the Valet. It's dreadfully fresh in here."

[x_postal_ines]

"I suppose that depends what new is," she replies. "Don't new people generally ask where the flogging happens, when they get here?"

[scionofkushiel]

We've been waiting for this opportunity. >>

Melisande has a bit of a sense. Not a supernatural one, and likely not one she's even aware of, but nonetheless...she seems to sense those like her, and be inexorably drawn to them, wherever she may find them. Perhaps it is the laugh, though. It makes her smile.

They might find each other eventually, in a hallway, and Melisande pauses, smiles faintly.

"Good afternoon."

eheheheheheheh.

[x_postal_ines]

Ines gives her a long appraising look, through the cloud of smoke. Not sure what to make of this one, she is. But she's lovely - a bit too dark haired - and she's going to spot the missing finger quickly. But still.

"And to you," she replies.

[scionofkushiel]

"I don't believe I've seen you before?" Striking, certainly, and she returns the appraising coolly, expression striving to show little or no interest. "I do have quite a memory for faces..."

[x_postal_ines]

Ines' look of bewilderment is quite innocent. "Oh, well --- I suppose it's never too late to correct it, isn't it? Besides, here, we have all the time in the world, to get to know each other..."

[adoe_adeer]

Faraday hears the laughter and nearly drops her cup of tea as a shiver runs down her spine, cold and startling. She sets it down before the mishap can happen again, or happen for real, and stands, eyes scanning the room around her slightly nervously.

She wishes, suddenly, that Caranthir were here with her. She knows he's probably taking care of one of his brothers, but still...

She starts back toward her room, and perhaps may be intercepted, a soft, chestnut haired woman with a light way of moving and pretty hazel doe eyes.

[x_postal_ines]

Heeeee, this one is pretty. Really pretty. Ines likes. Her tone is motherly and soothing. "Now now, ma cherie, don't worry so much," she tells her. "There's nothing to be afraid of..."

[adoe_adeer]

Faraday blinks at her, still a little wide-eyed, and if she were a deer she might be frozen with one hoof off the ground, almost looking into the headlights of Ines's eyes. "I was only - startled," she says, not quite breathless. "Just surprised..."

Her neck prickles a little.

[x_postal_ines]

"That's quite alright," Ines replies as she reaches to touch Faraday's shoulder. "You have beautiful eyes, did anyone ever tell you that?"

[silvereyedphage]

Here's a pale fellow who would easily run circles around Garcin as far as cruelty goes, though unlike her former fellow prisoner, the last person in the world in the world whom he'd deliberately harm is his fiancée (unless you count his philandering, which he keeps hidden from her along with a lot of other unpleasant things about him, to protect her). He's just coming down the stairs to fetch some tea, when he spots her, eying her with the air of a predator who's found a pack member.

"You must be new here," he says.

[x_postal_ines]

She looks back at him, assesses him a moment - she always does this - and sits on the windowsill. "Maybe, maybe not," she replies. "New to the corridor, perhaps."

[silvereyedphage]

He laughs gently, taking her barb as a joke, and he truly does find it amusing. "I haven't seen you before. But this place is large enough that people could dwell here for months and not know that some people, particularly an especially reclusive guest has been mouseholed here and they wouldn't notice their comings and goings," he adds. "But you don't strike me as the type who quails away from others."

[x_postal_ines]

She raises an eyebrow. "Are you the appointed judge of character, then? Don't bother with me. I don't care what you think."

It's a fair warning, but about as friendly as she can get with someone male.

[scalpedsociety]

A small but ever so slightly unsettling woman with hollowed out hazel eyes peers out the kitchen doorway.

On the surface she is quite calm and level headed, on the inside is excited and relishing this tomboyish womans arrival. Aramat could tell the laugh alone that she going to like her.

She cocks her head slightly, “Hello there, you must be new here.”

[x_postal_ines]

Ines looks amused. "Not exactly," she replies. "I've been here for quite a while - it just took a bit too long for me to get out of the room."

She's still assuming she's in hell - it was a hotel, after all.

[scalpedsociety]

Aramat got puzzled on the inside I've never you before...
On the outside, Aramat remained placid. “Well you must be hungry or thristy... would you to join in the kitchen?”

[x_postal_ines]

Ines laughs again, that delighted, amused smile. "You haven't been dead a very long time, have you? We don't need food anymore. We're dead."