[Introduction] Halfway up the stairs...

[non_foxy_widow]

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[aru_iru]

"Oh!" Alphonse had just been heading down the stairs to the library. His arms filled with books, the metal face plate of his helm looks oddly surprised at her appearance, despite it being just a metal helm. The woman hadn't been there a moment ago, but then he hadn't been paying much attention.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." He shifted the stack of books enough to be able to get by her on the stairs without dropping them on her.

Hope Sophie's BFF is acceptable as a first comment?

[non_foxy_widow]

She might start a bit at the sight of what looks like a medieval knight in armor, and takes hold of the banister to steady herself. "Oh! Excuse me, I did not see you there, either," she says. "What is this place?"

Heee, kyoot! This should be a good welcome, indeed!

[aru_iru]

Alphonse blinks. "Oh! Um, I'm so sorry! You're new then? Of course you are. Well..." The huge suit of armor looks around a bit.

"Um, welcome to the Mansion! It's ... it's a nice place. Mostly? I'm not very good at this. I'm Alphonse." That's easy enough, right?

[non_foxy_widow]

"Yes, I'd sat down on the staircase in my own house to catch my breath for a moment, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself here," she says, looking down at the step she was sitting on, as if pondering how she could have moved from one staircase to another in the space of a few minutes. She looks up and extends her hand. "I'm Emmeline Fox."

[blindbomber]

Icarus can be found, as he usually can be, in the kitchens. He's making a simple meal for himself, though it's become habit by now to make extra should anybody wander in and want something.

The winged boy is humming softly to himself and mixing up a simple sauce for the pasta he's about to set to a boil.

As he's in a good mood, he might even be less snappy should be be mistaken for an angel. Again.

[non_foxy_widow]

By now, she's likely started to explore the house which she's suddenly found herself: it's almost like something out of that Lewis Carroll novel with the girl who dreams of crawling down a rabbit hole. But finding what promises to be a kitchen, she ventures in.

And pauses at the threshold, seeing the young man at work. A young man with wings, like something out of a stained-glass window. She's never doubted the existence of angels, but she's felt it was more important that people allow those angels to work through them, helping the poor and needy.

"Oh, are you the cook here?" she asks, not quite knowing what to say to a young man with wings.

[blindbomber]

Tilting his head, Iggy smiles at the new voice and shrugs a shoulder. "Sometimes I am. More often than not. Are you new?" He doesn't turn to face her, only sets the sauce to simmer on the stove.

"I'm Icarus. Iggy works too if you want. Make yourself comfortable and I can get you something to eat if you're hungry."

[non_foxy_widow]

"Icarus..." she says, committing that to memory. "I'm Mrs. Emmeline Fox. I would offer my hand, but I would not want to take you from your work." And she's noted how he didn't turn his face to her: she's met blind folk begging on the streets and thus she's learned the body language.

...you asked for him...

[prisonwonka]

Perhaps around the hallway Emmeline might come across a tall skinny, rather strangely and flamboyantly dressed man with a cane walking around like he owns the place.

"Why Hello!" he greets, taking off his hat and bowing to her.

This is gonna be good...

[non_foxy_widow]

The lady in question would be the first to admit she's not pretty, but she has a politely kindly air about her which balances that out. Something about the young man approaching her reminds Emmeline of the wealthy or would-be wealthy young men about town with their at times fashionably outlandish suits whom she spotted on the streets in London. Thus she's likely trying to hide a teeny smile of amusement. "Good day," she says. "Might you be the master of this house?"

[prisonwonka]

"Of course I am!" (It's a lie, but hey.) He may take her hand for a kiss.

"And your name is-"

Manchild or not, he tries his best to be polite to creatures he barely knows about.

[non_foxy_widow]

"I am Mrs. Emmeline Fox: I'm honored to meet you, Mister...?" she asks, offering her hand to him.

She's taking him for a genuine nobleman of some kind, for now.

[9891_miles]

Well, here's someone who likes children! Someone utterly unexpected, too! And if Emmeline is wandering outside, she might come across Falkor the luckdragon, sniffing the sweet scents of a delicate flower. He's lounging in a meadow, humming to himself, and in an excellent, peaceful mood.

From afar, he probably sounds like a respectable old man singing while he weeds. Of course, the illusion can't last very long, given his size.

[non_foxy_widow]

She's found herself a straw hat and a smart walking summer walking dress, and so she's out for some fresh air, intending to clear her head a bit, after encountering so much oddness. She might hear the humming well before she sees the source of it, and she can't help smiling, as it sounds as though someone is clearly enjoying this summer day...

And then she stops short when she sees the ...dragon in the meadow. She might gasp a little, and take a step back. Was that lovely sound coming from this creature??

[9891_miles]

The gasp is enough for Falkor to raise an ear and lift his head, though slowly, because he's not worried, afraid, or tetchy.

"Hmmmm? Is there someone about?" His bronze-bell like voice croons. "Come out, come out, I don't feel like hide and seek today, children."

[non_foxy_widow]

"Did someone... who's there?" she sputters, clasping one hand below her chin. Either this is a dream or she's gone mad... or maybe there really is a dragon in front of her, like a Chinese statue come to life.

[doctor_pascal]

Here! Have a French, Catholic doctor from the same era. Damn papists, they're everywhere, aren't they? Not that he cares, mind you, much for his religion. But at any rate...

Pascal will be hanging out under a tree. He's reading a treatise on Experimental Medicine by one of his contemporaries, Dr. Bernard. And in hindsight, since he's read about modern techniques, he finds this... engaging, interesting, but probably more applicable to social sciences than medicine.

[non_foxy_widow]

She might find the practices of the Papists rather superstitious and their doctrines odd, but she'd likely be the last to voice that opinion to anyone of that bend, though she might debate the matter with them if the subject was raised. Even still, she might accidentally get in Pascal's light as she passes by the tree.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm afraid that I didn't see you there," she says, side-stepping politely.

[doctor_pascal]

Pascal hadn't really noticed, until his page got shadowed by Emmeline's silhouette, but he'll look up, and upon seeing the respectable lady, he'll stand, dust his pants (even if he looks fairly must, all of him, he's a gentleman farmer, after all), and bow.

"Madame," he says, very politely.

[non_foxy_widow]

"I hope that I wasn't interrupting your reading," she says. "I'm Mrs. Emmeline Fox: I've only just arrived and I am still finding my way about this place."