[What is that garish sight? Who in their right mind would spend their time stuffing penguins? And putting them on display. On
pedestals. In the middle of the hallway framing two doors. Wait. That door wasn't there last week. Or was it?
By the way, knock, knock.]
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[Have a guarded look, ominous knocking.]
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[.... tuuuuuuuuurning around, tucking the newborn closer to herself. Have a sideways look.]
[This is the same Tyki, right? With the tophat?]
Do you know where you are?
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How many guesses do I get besides the common ones of afterlife, dreaming or someone's idea of a very ... creative house.
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[Turns the rest of the way around, brow furrowed. This means he doesn't remember her.]
You're in the Dressing Room, Tyki.
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Let's not bother ourselves with the official on the books name, shall we? I think referring to it as this place will get the point across well enough.
But what's the rush? Sale going on down the hall?
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[Shouldn't have gone around playing in Death's river, you know. It's a shame you don't remember her, though. It's actually slightly disheartening.]
I have other places to be.
Stay to the South wing, don't touch anything rainbow, and there's no exit. That covers the main highlights.
[Starts away again.]
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Following because, well, the door's propped open. He even tilts his head to check. The other will be able to make it out. And Allen is fun and all, but he hasn't seen a female in... well, he's not quite sure. That and she referred to him by name. But now he is confused which one is his first and which on is his last name.]
My, my, what wing would this be? I'm don't even want to know about the second question. And you seem rather calm given the third.
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[This female isn't interested in shenanigans. Other things to think about, if made obvious by the slight shifting beneath her cloak. In fact, she's sighing inwardly; you're going to follow, aren't you?]
Western. Don't ask. And believe me, I'm not.
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[For some reason, he thinks you've got one of the miniature dogs that can be held in one arm under there. Why don't she let it walk itself? Going to? No. Already am.]
At least you sound sure of it. Can't be all that terrible of a place then, can it?
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[Gdit. Gdit.]
Considering the number of you here, do you really want me to answer that?
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Raises an eyebrow at her slight unhappiness of his presence. Does he continue following? Oh, yes. That irritated expression comes off as a good thing.]
Of me? Flattered, I'm sure. But I assure you there can be only one of each person. Otherwise, they wouldn't truly be the, would they?
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[Comes to a sharp halt, at an intersection, and turns again. Oh hai, there's a little sleeping face peeking out from her cloak. Not a puppy.]
[Gestures with her free arm to a Tyki in one of the halls, smoking a cigarette. Strangely, this one looks like neither an Exorcist, or a Noah, but just a regular joe.]
.... Again. Welcome to the Dressing Room.
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My, my, and how hold is he? [Guess at the gender. And he moves to pick up the child because he is rather fond of children and he's ignoring the warning signs from her.
Luckily she showed him that. He stops in mid motion to look.] I always wondered if my mother got around.
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... Probably. But I've yet to meet anyone claiming to be your brother in this place.
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Then let's ask, shall we? Too old to be one of mine. And I'd hate to think it was a sister in disguise.
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[It seems that Tyki, however, does not like company in the morning - or afternoon, whenever this is - because he's disappearing into a door that's right beside him. Which will be gone in the blink of an eye a moment later. Fickle, fickle mistress.]
[Meanwhile, she's continuing on her way. Going to catch up?]
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