"Quite ready indeed, c'mon in." Facilier's voice sounded from the opposite end of the almost questionably long room -- did the walls of the building even extend that far? Maybe it was just an optical illusion from the way the shelves were placed, lining the walls and stacked full of the most peculiar odds and ends, some recognizable, some completely foreign, and all just slightly over the edge of sinister. Mismatched area rugs carpeted the floor beneath Tulio's feet, leading all the way up to where Facilier stood at the back of the room, right beside his card table. He gestured to the chair he usually occupied -- it was obviously more comfortable than the other wooden ones set at the opposite end, red velvet on dark mahogany, almost like a throne.
"You can have this one today," Facilier said with a little smile. "Wouldn' want you to fall out or anythin.'"
Creepy. Seriously. Creepy. What was wrong with a normal office with a normal desk and a normal chair? Then again, it probably only bugged him because he was so nervous about this entire process.
He tried not to dawdle too much or stare as he approached his offered chair. Taking a seat, he cleared his throat. "Uh. Yeah. Wait, fall out?"
Facilier chuckled. Rather than taking the seat opposite Tulio, he arranged his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth.
"Well, y'know it's called dream. Kinda assumes some level of subconsciousness, don't it? An' we're not dealin' with pleasant matters here. I thought about securing people down, but that'd get 'em too riled, I think. It'd probably interfere with what I'm doing, and that can get messy."
"Yeah." He really didn't like the idea of being unconscious around this guy, but he wasn't about to complain. He was paranoid, but he'd take any steps it took to fight against the mist. Especially after the last incident with Clopin.
"So what are you going to do to me? Er, well, what do I need to do?"
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"You can have this one today," Facilier said with a little smile. "Wouldn' want you to fall out or anythin.'"
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He tried not to dawdle too much or stare as he approached his offered chair. Taking a seat, he cleared his throat. "Uh. Yeah. Wait, fall out?"
He had such a bad feeling about this.
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"Well, y'know it's called dream. Kinda assumes some level of subconsciousness, don't it? An' we're not dealin' with pleasant matters here. I thought about securing people down, but that'd get 'em too riled, I think. It'd probably interfere with what I'm doing, and that can get messy."
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"So what are you going to do to me? Er, well, what do I need to do?"
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