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[wickedsnitch]

And suddenly, there's a man in his thirties standing there, upper-class clothes mildly disheveled, hair askew, eyes blinking.  He turns his head to look around, confused and maybe even distressed by something (although that something is clearly not the fact that he's arrived at some unkown place).  It is also obvious that he has been running - his

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[dragonmurmurs]

Here's Trism, then, wandering by and giving a startled yelp when he notices the newcomer.

"What -- what are you doing here?" A pause. "I mean, what are you doing here, sir?" he amends, very shakily.

[wickedsnitch]

"What the hell do you mean, what am I doing--" Shell pauses, and looks around again. "Well, would ya look at that?" He gives a thoughtful hum.

[dragonmurmurs]

"Yes, would you look at that." It's not quite wry, and rather bitter. Just his luck that one of the main people he was running from would show up, isn't it?

"It's not where you expected, is it?"

[wickedsnitch]

Another thoughtful hum, and he eyes up Trism.

"I know you, don't I?" More silence. "Oh, you're one of those guardly types, aren't you?" He peers closer. "That ... Liir-boy's friend."

No one can ever say that Shell Thropp has a bad memory.

[nesthardingrose]

She's wandering through -- possibly to see Turtle Heart, possibly to go walk in the gardens, but something about the newcomer attracts her attention, and she pauses.

"You -- look lost," she says after a minute, giving the young man a welcoming smile. She can play proper hostess well enough, anyway.

[wickedsnitch]

One more deep breath, and Shell straightens himself out. He might be stretching the truth to his people when it comes to how reformed he is, but he's smartened up enough to at least be proper.

"I must've taken a wrong door. Palaces can be confusing." He hardly believes this, though, as he finally takes the time to see where he is.

[nesthardingrose]

"I daresay," a little drily. "I'm glad I never lived in one." She's watching Shell curiously, her head tilted to the side.

"Do I know you?"

[wickedsnitch]

"That depends where you're from and what you do."

But she does bear a resemblence to someone. His brow furrows. Usually his memory serves him better.

[_greenified_]

Elphaba is sitting with her youngest daughter in her lap. And her daughter is trying to sleep. So she looks at Shell with annoyance. "Do you mind? Either breathe somewhere else, or take the volume down several decibels."

[wickedsnitch]

Shell, who has caught his breath, lazy turns his head towards the speaker to make a biting remark. And stops. And stares.

"Elphie?" Obviously, he's need to stop drinking at night.

[_greenified_]

Her head jerks up, and her eyes narrow at him. "I don't know you."

[wickedsnitch]

"You do, though." He's not sure why, but he's always held a certain fondness for his sister. Well, both of them, but Elphaba was never as suffocating as Nessa was. But that doesn't stop his stupid smirk. "Or is your brain waterlogged and you can't remember your brother?"