Exploring (narrative)

[lizzy_fine_eyes]

Idle hands, it has been said, are the devil's workshop, and an idly curious mind must be even more so. To this end, Elizabeth has recently taken it into her head to explore the so-called Mansion from top to bottom. It's a strange, big building, this Mansion - and who knows what she may come across

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[gothedtodeath]

Something about Constance's demeanor (especially towards Diogenes) had unnerved her, so Corrie had taken to exploring the Mansion in search of a place to hide, in case -- well, just in case, really. She also wanted to have a better idea of the layout of the place. (Special Agent Pendergast would have been proud.)

On the fifth floor, there had been a door in a dead-end hallway partly hidden by the shadows, which look promising. She entered the room -- only to find it completely taken over by a band of spiders and their cobwebs. There was no way she was staying in this room a minute longer. However, as she turned towards the door to exit, she heard the sharp click of it opening and saw it swing ajar. Letting out a small (reflexive) shriek, she was relieved (and slightly embarrassed) to see a relatively harmless-looking woman standing in front of her.

Corrie grinned sheepishly. "Um. Hey. Sorry about that. I thought you were somebody else."

Typist: ... I couldn't help it. Time period clash!

[lizzy_fine_eyes]

Elizabeth took in the odd-looking (to her eyes) girl in a quick, startled moment, and took a cautious step into the room. "Indeed? And is it good or ill that I am not?"

[gothedtodeath]

"It's a good thing, definitely," Corrie replied, then awkwardly stuck out a hand. "I'm Corrie, by the way. Corrie Swanson."

[lizzy_fine_eyes]

Elizabeth could hardly help but smile, and took Corrie's hand lightly, with a dipping half-curtsy. "I am Elizabeth Bennet," she introduced herself. "At your service."

OOC: I really do fail at Austenite manners...! XD

[raventonbeauty]

A tall young man with long hair and pale skin sits in a chair in the middle of the room, staring idly into space with a soft frown on his features. He looks up, surprised, at Lizzy's entrance, and regards her with a calm glance, curious, but too sedate to form an expression. "Hello."

[lizzy_fine_eyes]

"Oh - hello," she says in some confusion, backing up half a step before stopping, still staring (most unladylike! but she's just curious enough not to mind). "I did not realize there was anyone here--"

[raventonbeauty]

"That's all right," he murmurs. "I'm not sure I count as anyone. Come in, if you want. Were you looking for something?"

[lizzy_fine_eyes]

"Oh, no indeed, sir," she answers with a momentary laugh. "Everyone counts as someone. I was not looking for something in particular, but merely exploring the premises; they are so vast and queer, after all," she adds apologetically, "that I could hardly help my curiousity."

[mayberational]

Behind that door is a normal-looking (to Lizzy, anyway) man who looks up from whatever he's doing when she enters.

[lizzy_fine_eyes]

"I beg your pardon, sir!" she exclaims, and moves as though to back out and shut the door.

[mayberational]

"There is no pardon needed, madam. You could hardly know what is behind a door in this place."

[lizzy_fine_eyes]

"All too true, sir," she says with a small laugh. "One may, as I have found out this morning, open seven doors and discover nothing but dust and cobwebs, and then open an eighth to be confronted with dozens of hissing, frightening serpents."