Agravain sees the sign and follows it to the memory room, though he doesn't go in. He's not sure what it would do, exactly, but he has a feeling it would probably remind him of Gaheris and Gareth, who he misses, and he doesn't fancy letting the Mansion make him all weepy. So, he heads back to the ballroom, with the intent of getting really, really drunk and forgetting about the whole thing.
He can be found near one of the tables, drinking large amounts of alcohol. (Seriously, he's skulling most of his drinks in one go.)
Genkai doesn't go into the memory room for similar reasons. The past is the past, and bringing it up only will make her pine for it again and make her all misty.
She doesn't want to appear that way to anyone. (There was one, once... but he isn't there anymore.) So right by Agravain, there's a (seemingly and trollish) cute young girl walking up with a cup of sake in her hand.
Genkai likes to troll people too, especially assholes like Agravain.
Agravain's halfway through a mug of ale when he notices Genkai. He'd have to stop drinking to talk to her, so instead he just raises his eyebrows as a sort of greeting.
When Lystra finds the memory room, she goes in without a second thought, taking Tyan with her, excited about what might be inside. What she finds is a familiar room, one from Clifftop, and Jehal and Jaslyn are both there. The hardest part is choosing who to fling herself at and hug first (she chooses Jaslyn). Jaslyn is stiff and tight the whole time, even more so than usual, and Lystra knows it's because Jehal's there with them, but she's too happy to see them both for it to hurt her. It probably will later, but not now.
The whole thing takes a huge weight off her mind. The hardest part about arriving here wasn't being taken away from her family, it was being taken away from them before any of them had a chance to see Tyan. Jehal had never met his own son. And now he has. It was only for fifteen minutes, but seeing them together is something she'll never forget.
When the memory fades she's left standing in an empty room, eyes big and teary, but she's smiling.
"Dude," Dean observes from where he's maybe-maybe not kind of hanging around the hallway outside the door in question. He didn't see anything, he's not trying to look, but he keeps seeing the same thing. "Is there tear gas in that room or somethin'?"
He doesn't want to have to go in there to retrieve her, but he will; first, though, he's gonna try bringing her out to him. He kind of likes Lystra. Like, a lot.
"Dean," Lystra says, softly, but loud enough that Dean should be able to hear her. She takes a deep breath and lets it out, then turns to face him. She's all teary and looks a bit distant, but she's not hurt, or terribly upset, or anything like that.
"The one and only," he acknowledges automatically, but his eyes are riveted to her face the moment he can see it. It's the tears that are throwing him, even though he's perfectly capable of understanding that she's basically okay; just that people crying causes a kneejerk reaction in him, even now, even after everything.
"You okay, sweetheart?" he asks, because he can't not. He also can't not hold a hand out to her from where he's standing, trying to get her to come out of there without having to go in himself. He's okay with admitting he's afraid of the room.
It's a long time before Melou actually follows the sign. He hangs around in the ballroom for a while, sipping at a drink and not talking to anyone, curious about what's going but not wanting to admit to himself that he's interested. Eventually the curiosity grows too big, and he follows the sign. When he finds the memory room he hovers around its entrance, curious but too apprehensive to go in. He expects it's probably going to be something stupid, anyway. But, once again, the curiosity becomes too much for him, and after a quick glance around to make sure nobody's watching, he steps over the threshold
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"Melou?" Hisoka is standing behind him. He doesn't really need to ask what is the matter, since nearly everybody he has seen so far has been in tears. Visits from those we love or have loved. But he asks anyway. "Who did you see?"
"I came here, too," says Hisoka. "Strange place, in fact, a kind place, to show us what we so want to see." He doesn't mind if Melou isn't coherent. He's not entirely coherent himself.
Of course Mia may be fairly new, but she has nothing againist parties and especially good ones. She may be dolled up in lilac party dress wandering around being curious and noting everything as all good attorneys do. She does get curious about that room, so she steps into it. The place materializes into... the inside of a classically Japanese manor on top of the mountains. Mia knows this place... it's Fey Manor. Her family home.
Grownup!Mia may see two little girls running after each other in the hallways, it's herself as a young girl and Maya, even younger.
“Can't catch me, Sis!” Little Maya taunts.
“Yes I can, burger-muncher!”
Before they know it, both children run into the table that displayed Ami's funeral Urn. It breaks, shattering it into pieces.
“OH NO! Mystic Ami's ashes!” Maya cries out.
Maya starts to cry. “WE'RE GONNA GET IN TROUBLE!” Mia covers her big mouth and shushes her younger sister.
“Do you want Mom or Aunt Morgan to hear us? Go to the kitchen and get the super glue.”What the both of them don't know is that
( ... )
"Ms. Fey?" Hisoka is nearby. He hasn't left the room, and so far, no new visions have presented themselves to him. And now he is wondering about other people's.
"Are you okay?" He has seen so many tears in this room in the last couple of hours that he isn't surprised by hers. But every person's situation is uniquely sad or joyous or both, so he approaches with respect.
So, there's pretty much no way short of physical violence that someone is going to get him into that room, not after his conversation with Sam, but he's okay with a party for the most part. He's not overdoing it, just something bubbly and mostly clear so he has something to do with his hands, and trying not to be as mystified by the tree and the glitter as he kind of is. He's fully aware that he's underdressed in his worn jeans, CAT boots, working flannel and T-shirt, but he doesn't have anything else to wear, so he's making up for it by being extra smiley.
If he keeps making rounds of the hallway outside the room in question, he's not going to point it out. (He is.)
...well, you didn't think she wouldn't say hello, did you?
"Dean!"
She sounds delighted, and with her hair up and in a dress, Jaenelle actually looks - pretty different from her usual. Is still practically glowing. It's a party! And ...mostly going well. Which is to say there's been no accidental transfiguration. "Hello! I was hoping I might see you here."
No, no he didn't, and why on earth would typist care? Dean does like her, they're just... strange together. Not necessarily in a bad way.
And she's glowing tonight, and no accidentally transfigured, and neither is he, so they're off to a good start. He turns at his name, a small smile already starting to hide the jump of guilt that is his natural response to being hailed; it spreads into a more genuine grin when he sees her.
"Hey, sweetheart! Damn - no one told me there was a dress code," he teases.
Typist has worries sometimes. On account of being a kind of neurotic little thing.
Good start! Indeed. Hahaha, that was...yeah. Last time. Yep. At any rate, though, she only brightens more at the genuine grin from him, and mocks a little curtsy. "I just felt like dressing up," she says, with - of course - a little bit of a blush. "I don't do it very often, so, well..."
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He can be found near one of the tables, drinking large amounts of alcohol. (Seriously, he's skulling most of his drinks in one go.)
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She doesn't want to appear that way to anyone. (There was one, once... but he isn't there anymore.) So right by Agravain, there's a (seemingly and trollish) cute young girl walking up with a cup of sake in her hand.
Genkai likes to troll people too, especially assholes like Agravain.
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"Hello there." She says in her soft, youthful voice.
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The whole thing takes a huge weight off her mind. The hardest part about arriving here wasn't being taken away from her family, it was being taken away from them before any of them had a chance to see Tyan. Jehal had never met his own son. And now he has. It was only for fifteen minutes, but seeing them together is something she'll never forget.
When the memory fades she's left standing in an empty room, eyes big and teary, but she's smiling.
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He doesn't want to have to go in there to retrieve her, but he will; first, though, he's gonna try bringing her out to him. He kind of likes Lystra. Like, a lot.
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"You okay, sweetheart?" he asks, because he can't not. He also can't not hold a hand out to her from where he's standing, trying to get her to come out of there without having to go in himself. He's okay with admitting he's afraid of the room.
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Grownup!Mia may see two little girls running after each other in the hallways, it's herself as a young girl and Maya, even younger.
“Can't catch me, Sis!” Little Maya taunts.
“Yes I can, burger-muncher!”
Before they know it, both children run into the table that displayed Ami's funeral Urn. It breaks, shattering it into pieces.
“OH NO! Mystic Ami's ashes!” Maya cries out.
Maya starts to cry. “WE'RE GONNA GET IN TROUBLE!” Mia covers her big mouth and shushes her younger sister.
“Do you want Mom or Aunt Morgan to hear us? Go to the kitchen and get the super glue.”What the both of them don't know is that ( ... )
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She looks over at Hisoka.
"Oh...hey."
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If he keeps making rounds of the hallway outside the room in question, he's not going to point it out. (He is.)
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"Dean!"
She sounds delighted, and with her hair up and in a dress, Jaenelle actually looks - pretty different from her usual. Is still practically glowing. It's a party! And ...mostly going well. Which is to say there's been no accidental transfiguration. "Hello! I was hoping I might see you here."
She smiles at him, bright and sincere.
[OOC: I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND she insisted.]
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And she's glowing tonight, and no accidentally transfigured, and neither is he, so they're off to a good start. He turns at his name, a small smile already starting to hide the jump of guilt that is his natural response to being hailed; it spreads into a more genuine grin when he sees her.
"Hey, sweetheart! Damn - no one told me there was a dress code," he teases.
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Good start! Indeed. Hahaha, that was...yeah. Last time. Yep. At any rate, though, she only brightens more at the genuine grin from him, and mocks a little curtsy. "I just felt like dressing up," she says, with - of course - a little bit of a blush. "I don't do it very often, so, well..."
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