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[phantomofthefbi]

A man arrives at the mansion, dressed in a simple black suit. He carries a suitcase with him, full of all the things he will need until he can arrange to have more shipped to him. His hair is a very pale blond, and his eyes are a light blue.

My name is Pendergast. Would any of you happen to know where I might find a set of rooms for rent?

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[modern_morpheus]

Er...nice to meet you, Mr. Pendergast. I'm Doctor John Seward, pleasure to meet you. if you're looking fo a room, you might inquire with my landlord. If you can track him down.

[phantomofthefbi]

My thanks, Doctor. I believe I have been directed to where I might find lodging, but if you could give me his name in case the place I find myself in is unsuitable, I would be much obliged.

[the_white_sheep]

Don't know about rent, seeing as you'd have about twenty people on your back about the money and you wouldn't know to whom to answer. And I don't know about a set, seeing as there's quite a bit of people around in said rooms, but the mansion always seems to produce more anyway. It's convenient and physics-defying like that.

...In conclusion, welcome, I suppose. *slight grin*

[phantomofthefbi]

*and Lethe is deserving of a very faint hint of a smile* *Control yourself, Miss Vlajnic.* Thank you for your information, Mister...?

[the_white_sheep]

Typist: fhsdkjhfskjdhfksdjfhkdsjhfksj -- he knows me so well.

Hades. Lethe Hades, if you want to distinguish. There's seven more of us, though two are female, but referring to six different men as "Mr. Hades" would probably prove tiresome, not to mention confusing. And information, for the most part, is considered free, unless it's really important.

[phantomofthefbi]

*is quite brilliant, you see. That, or your fangirlish tendencies where he is concerned have already been proven.*

It might, but then again, there are many who have a last name in common; the ubiquitous Mr. Smith being one of them. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hades.

[ambitionkills]

*smiles sligthly* For certain definitions of rent, in particular the ones that don't involve money. It's very convenient around here: find a room and settle it. Freedom and goodwill for all, until some supernatural being decides it doesn't like you. Or does. Or is bored. *shrugs* Welcome to the mansion, the community, whatever it is. I'm Esther McQueen.

[phantomofthefbi]

In my time, I have found that most "supernatural" things have an altogether too natural excuse. Thank you nonetheless, ma'am.

[ambitionkills]

*stifles a laugh* You'll probably want to disabuse yourself of that opinion before you meet the first god, vampire, or wizard. They're surprisingly authentic.

[phantomofthefbi]

I shall keep that in mind.

[omo_gia_fui]

*eyes him very, very carefully ... and then gives him a polite nod, and a smile*

Good evening, sir. This should prove quite interesting.

*has no doubt in his mind that Pendergast will understand what he's talking about*

[phantomofthefbi]

*oh most definitely understands*

*inclines his head slightly, but there is only the look of a hunter in his eyes and a blank expression upon his face*

I find myself inclined to agree with you. Might I have the honor of knowing with whom I am speaking?

[omo_gia_fui]

You may call me Dr. Fell, for now.

[phantomofthefbi]

That does not answer my question, sir.

[riveroffire]

*crosses his arms, defensive without quite aware that he's doing so* That's the convenient part. You don't need to rent the rooms here, and there is an endless supply.

A pleasure, Mr. Pendergast. *offers a hand* Phlegethon Hades.

[phantomofthefbi]

So I have heard. Thank you, nonetheless, Mr. Hades. *oh, yes, we will shake hands* *we can also rather identify a few things about him, yes, and we're already assembling quite a file on the residents of this place mentally*