The rampant spinster arrives

[nocapribbons]

She has only just arrived at the Mansion, but, having decided she must have arrived for a reason, however obscure, she has already set to work

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[born_of_agdus]

*And this will be a hermaphrodite in a shockingly short-skirted Greek chiton, the light fabric just barely clinging on to one of his shoulders. He's flipping through one of the pamphlets, giggling inappropriately every few seconds, and smells rather obviously of wine.*

[nocapribbons]

*Miss Clack lets out a little squeak of horror upon seeing him and stares, having no idea where to even begin*

[born_of_agdus]

*Agdistis looks up at her and giggles again, waving tipsily* Your hair looks painful.

[nocapribbons]

. . . Painful?

[seetoggsrun]

*here, have a sailorboy. who's really a former swindler, but Miss Clack probably can't tell. he's frowning at her*

[nocapribbons]

*she'll simply offer a tract, labelled "Advice For the Young Gentleman," holding it out expectantly*

[seetoggsrun]

*he keeps his hands in his pockets* Don't need religion.

[nocapribbons]

But everyone needs religion!

[auburn_wotton]

*this, then, is a Pheebs passing by, joint in hand*

--What the fuck's this?

[nocapribbons]

*o____o*

*taken aback, takes a full four seconds to stare before mutely shoving a tract on appropriate behaviour for young ladies at her*

[auburn_wotton]

*blinks* . . . .Do I need to repeat myself? What the fuck is this shit?

[nocapribbons]

Miss, your language! If you'll only take a look at the underlined passages, you'll see that there is some very constructive advice on this subject.

[reign_inhell]

Lucifer doesn't even know where to begin, or if he should even bother, but as he walks past her, he catches a glimpse of the tract in the sofa. He pauses, glances at himself, then glances at the sofa again.

In a dead-pan tone, "I don't think I'd fit."

[prinzzofhell]

*oh, look, a nearby demon with a smirk*

Perhapzzz it suggezztzz an artizzztic dizzplay.

[reign_inhell]

True. It sounds like it could be one of those avant garde art exhibits.

[nocapribbons]

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[minaharker10_2]

*Mina notices the books - they're books, how could she not notice them? - but she finds them rather repetitive and boring. And who would leave books in sofa cushions? So she begins to put them on the appropriate shelves of the Mansion library whenever she finds them, because disorganzation bothers her*

[nocapribbons]

*And Miss Clack, of course, will set about retrieving them and putting them back in place as soon as she notices -- so it's likely it won't be long before she and Mina will meet at one of the bookshelves, as Clack prepares to return On Overindulgence At Mealtime to its place on the kitchen counter*

[minaharker10_2]

*Mina says, very politely,* Are you the one who has been reading all these sorts of books lately?

[nocapribbons]

Oh, no. I do read them, of course, but I thought I might see what use others might get from them.