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[john_ofdarkness]

*there's someone new at the mansion, but he's not staring in befuddlement as most new people are, nor exclaiming in surprise that he isn't at Gregory's summer house any longer. instead, he's wandering the halls, standing outside the doorways where conversations are occurring, peering through windows at people in the gardens, and at last settling

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[not_chiquita]

*here's Ramon, then, pausing and watching him from the doorway* --Hey.

Typist: Wheeee, John!

[john_ofdarkness]

*glances up from the keys* Ah, you're here.

[not_chiquita]

Yeah, I am. *wanders his way in, then* --Most everyone is, except Bobby and Gregory.

[john_ofdarkness]

What is this, one of Gregory's cute ideas for a fundraising stunt? Drop us all in an English mansion full of strangers for some symbolic purpose?

[notsincecarrie]

*barging in* That's not how the overture to Candide- oh. It's you.

[john_ofdarkness]

*smirks* I should have known improv would drag you out of the woodwork. Now, if you don't mind my asking--where the hell are we?

[notsincecarrie]

Beats me. Not a bad place, though. There are rooms upstairs, if you're planning to stay.

[john_ofdarkness]

Do I have a choice? There aren't any roads out--

[emobard]

Daeron, as he always is, is drawn to music; he is a quiet audience, however, eyes half closed as he listens to the player.

[john_ofdarkness]

*and Daeron is an extremely attractive young man, so in a pause, John will crook a finger and beckon him closer* Hey, there. What's your name?

[emobard]

*he will come closer, enough to lightly touch the piano thoughtfully* I am Daeron.

[john_ofdarkness]

John Jeckyll--nice to meet you. *grins* You play?

[somany_stars]

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

[john_ofdarkness]

*your mortal enemy won't turn around--he'll just smirk to himself and start into the bouncy opening of "God, I Hope I Get It"*

[somany_stars]

*your mortal enemy will make a sound of disgust and walk out*

[john_ofdarkness]

*and the song will change upon his departure to the Hallelujah chorus of Handel's Messiah*

[defyaugery]

*and here's James, pausing when he hears the music and then peering in, and making a startled sound* John! Hello.

[john_ofdarkness]

*John looks up at that--slightly relaxing, on seeing James* Hey. I'd heard you were here.

[defyaugery]

*nods, refraining from adding an 'amazingly enough' -- there's always that element of trying not to contain the awkwardness in one's own head instead of letting it into the world, and anyway, he's feeling much better lately* -- How are you, John?

[john_ofdarkness]

All right. My friends hate me, but I'm used to that. How are you? *looks him over* You look good.