[Introduction] I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell...

[rubberbaby_bump]

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[in_summer_leaf]

If Vivian finds warm clothes and ventures out onto the garden paths (which are are flowerless in the cold afternoon, but beautiful nonetheless), she might see Hisoka walking ahead of her around the side of the Mansion, in the direction of Eeyore's brand-new little wooden house, which has not yet come in sight but is not far from the main building. The little shipwright is carrying a door under his arm, or, rather, a half-door, the second of two such, which together will make a Dutch door. The first one is already installed.

The little donkey is presumably elsewhere, unless his typist desires his presence. Hisoka wanted to surprise Eeyore by finshing the door so that his little friend could see the last detail of the house completed by the time night falls.

[rubberbaby_bump]

It's a nice day and Vivien is feeling more at home, to the point that she feels a bit restless, and so she ventures out into the gardens to explore them, even in their late autumn dryness. Spying Hisoka, she cocks her head, curious. "Hello..are you building something?"

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka turns and sets the door down, balancing it against his hip. "I've just finished a house for a friend, and this is the final touch. It's the top half of a Dutch door. You must be new here? I'm Hisoka Kurosaki."

[rubberbaby_bump]

"Yes, I got here just the other day," she says. "I'm Vivien Harmon." She glances at the door. "So, are you the handyman around here, or is it a hobby?" she asks.

[northernprince]

Outside Vivien might find a small, serious looking man leading along a saddled horse. He's been riding -- there's a flush to his cheeks, from the exercise and from the cold. But despite that, he's dressed very lightly, in a simple, medieval sort of fashion. He murmurs to the horse as they go along, too quietly for the words to be made out.

[rubberbaby_bump]

She's found a warm coat and a hat and she's ventured out for some fresh air, which is when she spots the rider on the trail. She might step off onto the edge of the trail, giving horse and rider some space.

[northernprince]

He gives her a small smile, and a nod of acknowledgement. "Lady."

[rubberbaby_bump]

She smiles back, a little nervous around the horse, but the rider seems friendly. "Nice day, for a ride, I mean," she replies.

[killedthesnake]

Neville can be discovered sitting in the main room, a cup of tea in hand as he stares rather intently at the fire. He looks to be deep in thought, but relaxed and certainly approachable.

[rubberbaby_bump]

She's likely been settled for a little while by now, and found a routine of her own. Right now, she's entering the main room with a cup of chamomile tea and a book from the library, intending to curl up by the fire for a bit, when she spots the young stranger. "Hello, I hope I'm not disturbing your meditation," she says, setting the cup on a small table by an armchair facing his.

[killedthesnake]

Neville looks mildly startled, but recovers easily and smiles. "Not at all. This is a common area, after all, and I'm not really meditating." He sits up straighter, attention focused on the woman. "Are you new to the Mansion?" he asks, having never seen her before.

[rubberbaby_bump]

"Oh yeah, I just got here a few days ago: I fell asleep riding in a car in my world and instead of waking up at my destination, I woke up here," she says. "I'm Vivien Harmon."

[justin_out]

Have another Hogwart's wizard, though Justin is far more extroverted than the other she's met. His bald head is bent over a piece of material on his lap, sewing a hem in the vibrant fabric. He's barefoot, and actually dressed conservatively, for him, save the lip gloss shining his mouth, and mascara making his eyes pop.

[rubberbaby_bump]

She'll come up alongside him, watching him at work. He's quite pretty, finer-looking than some women she's met, and she's impressed with his work.

[justin_out]

Justin looks up at the stranger and flashes her a bright smile. "Hiya! We haven't met yet. I'm Justin," he introduces himself, and once he's secured the needle, he'll offer her a handshake. He notices she's middle-aged, at least to him, given he's in his early 20s, but he also notes she's damn hot considering. He smiles at her hair in approval. "Lordy, doll, that's some gorgeous hair!"

[rubberbaby_bump]

She blushes and looks away, modestly. "Thanks," she says. "My ex told me it was the first thing that attracted him to me." Then looking to his sewing, she asks, "Are you a designer or do you just make your own clothes?"

[vial_o_zydrate]

Should Vivien wander into the common room, she'll find a very odd looking fellow, hanging around, feet on the coffee table, reading tabloids and nibbling on something that looks like licorice.

She's free to gape at GraveRobber.

[rubberbaby_bump]

She's likely just coming into the main room, carrying a cup of tea and a plate with a couple ham sandwiches, when she pauses in her tracks, eying what looks like a grungy gothic-glam rocker lounging about. She might chuckle a bit at his appearance: she knew her share of wacky musicians during her college days, and he brings back memories. "Any good news?" she asks.

[vial_o_zydrate]

"Depends what you call good news. Or news in general. Something about a tsunami in India, and an earthquake in Japan."

He waves a copy of a newpaper at her.

"Ah! And some boy star is in love with some girl actress. Sparklyboy."

[rubberbaby_bump]

"Yeah, I'd heard about the trouble in Japan: sort of took a backseat since I'd had some family trouble," she says, sitting down opposite him and setting her plate on a coffee table. "I can see why some people get obsessed with celebrity hijinks, though: gets your mind onto some drama that isn't your own."