Crackplot!

[thistledownking]

Things have been downright dull in the Mansion since the plothole left--except for that extremely entertaining escapade with the apples, nothing has even remotely interested the gentleman with the thistle-down hair

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[hadley_bright]

William Hadley-Bright has, for his entire life, been an exceptionally lucky young man. However, he woke up this morning to find holes in all of his stockings (this being a greater event for a fashionable young gentleman than for most people, naturally) and quite burnt his hand while attempting toast. Now, after tripping inexplicably over his own boots in the main hall, he is simply sitting, bewildered, where he fell.

[sonofpellinore]

"Sir!" Lamorak comes down the stairs and into the hall. "You are not injured, I trust?" His bad luck is not so immediately apparent, but will likely appear eventually.

[hadley_bright]

'A bit rattled, rather,' Hadley-Bright says with a bit less of his customary good cheer than usual. He stands.

[sonofpellinore]

"What happened, may I ask?"

[jarndyceheir]

Richard's bad luck is, most likely, as it's always been... to run into entirely the wrong people, and to say the wrong things to them. Only more so. Have at, universe.

[dearcousin]

Typist: Ignore, if you don't want. >>;

"Oh! Richard, dear!" Ada hurries over.

[jarndyceheir]

"Ada!" Because he wasn't thinking about Arabella Strange in the slightest! Why would you say that?? "...how...how are you?"

[dearcousin]

"Quite well," she says, a little surprised. "Is something the matter?"

[eye_and_heart]

Considering his current mortally-challenged condition, it's difficult to conceive of just how much worse Lascelles' luck could possibly get. We suppose it must lie in the fact that his opponent, Sagramore, is already resurrected, while he, Lascelles, is still dead, dammit--

And also in the fact that, when he is so...fortunate as to return to the land of the more-or-less living, he will discover his pocket-watch gone, his best coat ruined, and his return to the Mansion extremely hampered by the six or so feet of solid earth on top of him.

Yeah, that's pretty bad luck.

[mostdetermined]

Laurence considers himself an unlucky person at the moment. After looking through the mansion he's concluded that none of his friends are here, he's alone.

The last six weeks have been an adventure, but an adventure spent mostly under the protection of others, passed from Clemspool to the reverend to Fred to Patrick to Mr Drabble to Mr Grout.

[cockinessitself]

"Well!" He stops in front of Laurence's chair, looking pleased (this could be fun!). "When did the London boy get here?"

[mostdetermined]

. . . Oh no. Of the people Laurence would prefer not to see again Toggs is the first. Clemspool is an unpleasant kidnapper, Albert hates him, but Toggs is going to whittle him. "A week?" That was not a squeak. Really.

[cockinessitself]

"Have a good voyage?"

[tinylittleonion]

*has had terrible luck finding the gentleman himself -- true, Alyosha doesn't know his name or how to reach him, but he didn't anticipate that asking would be so embarrassing. on another day he might say the same words exactly and sound earnest enough to gain sympathy, but today he hears himself, and it's all ridiculous -- 'no, he doesn't live here, he has his own kingdom, but it's magic -- he's a sort of fairy --' and of course, no one is helpful. he can't blame them, but it's frustrating.*

[thistledownking]

And it should not be surprising at all that, as soon as Alyosha has quite given up on finding the gentleman today, he will encounter the fairy in a state of animation. "My dear friend!" he cries, "I really have been meaning to tell you that your apples were superb!"

[tinylittleonion]

Oh! *quite bewildered* Oh, but I had been looking for you, to -- to ask that you might teach me something. I didn't know you'd noticed the apples --

[thistledownking]

"How could I not? They were precisely what I as trying to teach you--oh, you are such an exemplary student!" He takes Alyosha by the shoulders, his spindly fingers splayed on the fabric, and his eyes are twinkling. "But what would you like to learn? To build a stairway to Heaven? To teach frogs to speak?"