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[thirtyheads]

There is now a young woman here. There is also, for some reason, thirty numbered cabinets with intricately carved wooden doors.

The young lady is fairly, no, very attractive, with rich chestnut hair and dreamy walnut eyes. Her dress is lovely, if very plain and white. Around her left wrist is a ruby key on a chain. She is currently looking at

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[illgotten]

"Give that lady a gold star. Hi."

[/sock] I LOVE YOU. XD Langwidere was my favorite, man. She's so awesomely cracktastic. [sock]

[thirtyheads]

*Completely missing the sacrcasm she looks him over and smiles. He's rather handsome.* Why, hello there. *She bats her eyelashes.*

[illgotten]

"Hello yourself," amiably enough (he's not blind, but he's also not stupid). "Just got here, did we? Although it looks like you had the foresight to pack." He eyes the cabinets. "In ordinary circumstances I'd ask where the hell you expect to put all those, but ordinary circumstances are fairly scarce around here. So I won't."

[thirtyheads]

She turns around to look. "Oh! My cabinets! THey're here!" She turns back to him. "Those are my heads. Would you like to see?" She bats her eyelashes again.

[golden_rider]

*bows* There are mirrors in other rooms of you like, Lady.

[thirtyheads]

"Oh, are there? My rooms at home had mirrors all over the walls. It was wonderful."

Typist: *has no idea who this is*

[pretty_sweeting]

*enter a woman with a very attractive head! close in type to Langwidere's current one, though not exactly the same, of course* Have you lost yourself, madam?

Typist: Eeeeeee, Langwidere! :D

[thirtyheads]

Gasp! Oh no! A beautiful woman -- and the hair matches. Eyes too. This is bad. Kind of like finding out someone is wearing the same dress as you. But what can Langwidere do? One doesn't go around just changing heads in public on the spur of the moment. She'll have to tough it out.

She puts down her mirror.

"Hello. Well, I certainly don't know where I am, so I guess you can say I am lost."

[pretty_sweeting]

*smiles, beautifully* So are many here, methinks. Yet 'tis a comfortable place, with lodging enough for all, if you wish it.

[thirtyheads]

"Ah. Do you think there would be room for my cabinets?" She gestures at them.

[whereforebase]

*sharply* There are mirrors enough.

[thirtyheads]

Disliking his tone, she sticks her chin in the air with a "Hmph!" and pointedly ignores him.

[illgotten]

Oh, I don't know. With the number of narcissists around here, I wouldn't be surprised if there's a shortage.

[whereforebase]

Had I a wish of speech with thee, thou wouldst know it well.

[wiseredhead]

*and here we got another lady, not so attractive by elven standards, but certainly she'd still pass as 'model material' for humans - and currently she is mystified about this new arrival*

"There is a mirror in your hand, lady. That should suffice, I believe?"

[thirtyheads]

She looks up and is jealous for a few seconds before realizing that the ears are all messed up. "Why, no, of course it wouldn't. This mirror is for faces."

[wiseredhead]

*the ears are quite alright, thank you.*

"That I can see. I may understand the reason for one large mirror in addition to that - but more? Increasing their number will not alter what they reflect."

[thirtyheads]

"Well, some things ought to be reproduced as much as possible."