Private Conversations with the Lady
Jan. 5th, 2020 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soulspice[Welcome to the Lady's...not home far from home, but it's a place she tolerates. The moment you enter it's clear she did her best to make this office in the bookstore a place she approves.
Outfitted with an overly plush chair on a rather elaborate rug, the desk is overflowing with countless books stacked everywhere, with everything serving as a makeshift bookshelf including an errant fax machine. The Lady seems to have tried her best to make the amenities up to her standards: there’s a tray with a teapot, notes everywhere written with confusing ciphers, and what seems to be an attempt to make a generator, but wasn’t completed.
Where the Lady sits it’s far more orderly, facing the door and giving her the high ground against anyone who enters. On the far wall hangs a large portrait of the Lady, adding character and additional charm. Truly, this is the office of someone who wants you to feel small before her presence.
And, there on her chair, there she is. When the door opened she turned her head towards you, seeing who it was. Invariably of who it is, she sighs like this is a big interruption of her work, and keeps writing and drawing]
Don't touch anything and make sure you don't track mud in. If you have any complaints go see Rembrandt.
[She didn't even look up while saying that. So, what brings you to her office today?]
Outfitted with an overly plush chair on a rather elaborate rug, the desk is overflowing with countless books stacked everywhere, with everything serving as a makeshift bookshelf including an errant fax machine. The Lady seems to have tried her best to make the amenities up to her standards: there’s a tray with a teapot, notes everywhere written with confusing ciphers, and what seems to be an attempt to make a generator, but wasn’t completed.
Where the Lady sits it’s far more orderly, facing the door and giving her the high ground against anyone who enters. On the far wall hangs a large portrait of the Lady, adding character and additional charm. Truly, this is the office of someone who wants you to feel small before her presence.
And, there on her chair, there she is. When the door opened she turned her head towards you, seeing who it was. Invariably of who it is, she sighs like this is a big interruption of her work, and keeps writing and drawing]
Don't touch anything and make sure you don't track mud in. If you have any complaints go see Rembrandt.
[She didn't even look up while saying that. So, what brings you to her office today?]
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Date: 2020-01-09 02:15 am (UTC)Final question, then: what about the people from our homes? Aside from the people in those... photos, I believe? What about the rest, are they still alive?
[...........are xander and leo dead, please let them be dead....]
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Date: 2020-01-09 02:23 am (UTC)Oh, I admit there's a chance someone you know caught my eye. Your worlds were like trees full of fruit ripe for harvesting, and I wanted so much of that fruit. I...I may have taken a few people from your world...
[No word on if Xander and Leo are among the people the Lady got interested in, but if they were...then that's finally some good news for you, eh?]
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Date: 2020-01-09 02:37 am (UTC)You didn't happen to pick up any particularly annoying princes by the names of Xander or Leo, did you?
[oh my god iago don't ask that???]
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Date: 2020-01-09 03:12 am (UTC)...one of those names sounds familiar...blond, pretty face, royalty?
...
If so, perhaps.
[Today's your lucky day, Iago]
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Date: 2020-01-09 03:37 am (UTC)Admittedly, the lady could be lying, but he'd really like to think that one of them is dead!!]
Well, that's certainly nice to hear.
[He ducks into a bow again, though doesn't linger.]
Thank you for your time. I can't guarantee I won't be by later, but I'll take my leave for now.
[And with that he's off!]