Introduction

[aunt_myrtle]

Myrtle Harper wanders about the lawn, her cello case in hand. This is most definitely not the Island, she thinks. A breeze blows her long, brown hair into her face, but she is too perplexed to brush it back. It seems so quiet to her and it takes her a moment to realize that the sound of the ocean is gone. She thought she was just going down to the

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[fingersofleaf]

Percy is on his way home after yet another vegetable run to the Mansion when he catches sight of her, and waves, smiling. "Ma'am! Hi! You new?"

[aunt_myrtle]

'Yes... I guess.' Myrtle says shyly. 'You wouldn't happen to know where we are, do you? I should be on an island and this is... not it.' She tries desperately not to sound panicky but her voice rises. She really isn't used to talking to people outside of her family. 'Can you help me?'

[fingersofleaf]

"Well, I--sort of. I mean, it ain't never home, it's Here. But I can show you around, help you find a place ta stay, all like that."

[aunt_myrtle]

Myrtle smiles. 'Thank-you. I would really like that.'
At least the people are friendly here, she thinks, where-ever here is.
'It would be nice to set this thing down.' She lifts her cello case a little. 'As much as I love playing, it does tend to get heavy after a while.'

[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac leans over the porch rail, where he's leaning picturesquely and somewhat precariously. "Good morning!"

[aunt_myrtle]

Myrtle smiles but it is a worried smile.
'Please be careful on that rail.' She says in a way that is almost annoyingly mother-like, but not quite. 'You can't imagine how many times I've had to clean up the scrapes of those who could have been more careful.' She shakes her head knowingly.

[all_that_grace]

He laughs, unoffended and undaunted. "I shouldn't dream of asking you to clean up after me, mademoiselle. Are you new here?"

[aunt_myrtle]

'Yes, I suppose I am new. Though I haven't the slightest idea where I'm at. Somewhere on the main land, I guess.' She says this solemnly, as if this is the last place she'd ever want to be.
'But I guess it's not that bad.' She adds softly, checking herself to make sure she's not being impolite.
Manners are everything when you're away from home.

[ninja_niko]

Niko is on the front steps, brooding. He's not particularly joyful - he never is, or rather, he's the strong, quiet, brooding type with a bit of paranoia.

This morning, though, he's just annoyed because there's none of the healthy foods he likes - even if it's not junk food either.

But he could start smiling, soon enough.

[aunt_myrtle]

Myrtle sees the man on the front steps and gives a slight smile. She is feeling a little over-whelmed and spread a bit too thin. She really isn't used to being around so many people but she puts on a brave face.

[ninja_niko]

He'll look up, eventually, and catch the tale end of the small smile, and return it with a nod - more out of politeness than anything.

[rob_fellows]

The Puck is sitting on a branch, observing her, amused. "Didn't know we'd ordered a band, but ain't complaining either, sweetheart."

[aunt_myrtle]

Myrtle isn't sure why there is a man in a tree but figures that maybe things are different on the main land. She is also a little offended about being called 'sweetheart' by someone she doesn't know. It reminds her of the gangsters in the black and white movies her father sometimes watches on the old television.
'I wasn't ordered... At least I don't think... Well, not to my knowledge anyways.' She stumbles through her words, not used to talking to strange people. 'It's only one instrument anyways.' She says lamely, trying to find a way to end her rambling.

[rob_fellows]

He jumps to the ground, then, landing easily on his feet. "Don't worry, lovely, no-one is ever ordered here. I was just teasing you. Welcome to the Mansion."

He gives her an extravagant bow.

"Rob Fellows, at your service."

[aunt_myrtle]

'Oh, hello, I'm Myrtle.' She is a little taken a-back by the grand gesture but bobs her head in return. 'Do you live here too?'

[phedre_25]

And Myrtle might come across a small, pretty young woman, reading a book on a window sill, calmly.

[aunt_myrtle]

Gazing about her new surroundings, Myrtle notices someone reading. How nice, she thinks. She wants to approach but doesn't want to interrupt the woman's peaceful reading. She sort of coughs, to draw attention (but not too much attention) to herself.

[phedre_25]

Phedre will look up - she's always very aware of her surroundings - curtosy of her training as a spy - and smile very sweetly to Myrtle.

"Good afternoon." She's already aware that Myrtle is new at the visible shyness and the fact that she's never seen her around - and well, the cello would be a dead giveaway anyway.

[aunt_myrtle]

'Hello. What are you reading?' She asks, genuinely curious and trying not to seem too nosy.