[Game 20] Mianythoth's Mansion

[arsgoetia]

You're led inside, the gates shutting behind you with a particularly resounding clang.

The interior is gorgeous, with white walls and marbled floors, gold gilt on every ornamented surface. For those who are overly sensitive to such things, it may be a slight affront as the interior is very Rococo, in contrast to the Gothic exterior. But it's still really nice.

The high, arched ceilings that pick up every sound perfectly—sorry, superhearers, the acoustics are amazing.

You are quickly shuffled off to the right, through a gold-gilted door to a slightly-less-opulent-but-still-disgustingly-rich-looking area. The redcap seems to pass some sort of security to lead through here—though it's hard to say if it's meant to keep someone in or out. Once through this door, you pass doors to rooms along the hall—a few are open and you can see that inside are medium-sized bedrooms, comfortable and well-decorated. Others are closed, as if the occupants are currently inside.

You are ushered into the door at the end. Inside is a very large, circular sitting room, with plenty of cushions and seats, a piano set up in the center next to a softly burbling pool of water. Musical instruments are displayed on accessible racks and hooks around the walls. There's also a small library of books, CDs, and vinyl in one corner, alongside a sleek black speaker system.

A set of glass doors leads outside to an enclosed area that looks to all the world like a pleasure garden, with more cushioned seats, a swing, and fountains. Several people are out there—fairies and humanoid alike—apparently oblivious to the cold weather. There are more people inside as well—probably about seven in all.

The Eastern end of the room is just completely dominated by an enormous set of doors, about twenty feet high, and twice as wide.

"Please, wait here," says the redcap(tain). "We will inform Lord Mianythoth of your arrival." All of the guards depart and leave you to your own devices—at least, for now.

Comments

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[troublebrewing]

[Robin is going to approach the other fae and humanoid guests who were there already, checking them out. how many are there? what do they look like?]

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[arsgoetia]

There are about four people indoors, and three outside. Inside, you see:

- A slim woman with glasses and a black pixie cut, currently chatting up Vincent
- A messy-haired blond human that's trying to get people to stop messing with the electronics
- An indulgently gorgeous black-haired fae of some kind, reclining lazily and picking at a lute while talking to Fon
- A young man with red hair and long pointed ears, sitting perched near the water and watching everyone with interest

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[troublebrewing]

[Robin is going to check out the last guy, the red-haired pointy-eared sort]

Hello. Are you a musician, too?

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[arsgoetia]

He smiles as she approaches, friendly enough, and gives a sweeping half-bow. "I consider music my lifelong passion, my lady, as do most here."

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[troublebrewing]

[she curtsies back, polite]

What do you play?

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[arsgoetia]

"Not play. I'm a singer," he says. "I rap."

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[troublebrewing]

Oh, how nice. How long have you been here for?

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[arsgoetia]

"Only a few months as of yet."

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[troublebrewing]

I guess that's not very long... what's your name? I'm--Violet.

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[arsgoetia]

"I'm Fibh," he says, and bows. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Violet."

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[troublebrewing]

[more curtsy!]

Likewise. Do you like it here? Is the lord of the mansion kind?

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[arsgoetia]

"Ah, well, to me, I feel like he appreciates my work more than the Courts I came from, but I know there are others here held against their will, so it would be wrong of me to praise him too highly."

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[troublebrewing]

[nods]

That makes sense. I'm not sure what we're all going to perform for him... we have a lot of different... styles, I guess. And I can only sing.

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[arsgoetia]

"Ah, well," Fibh says, looking troubled. "You want him to keep you, then?"

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[troublebrewing]

Not really... especially since a lot of us aren't from this world. But at the same time, I'm a bit concerned about what will happen to us if we don't do well?

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[arsgoetia]

"I'm not sure myself," he says. "I'd let you know if I did, I promise you that."

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[troublebrewing]

[smiles]

Thank you. It's a strange situation we're in, isn't it? But that's not unusual for us. One time, I got stuck inside a garter belt.

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[arsgoetia]

"Did the clasp break?" he asks in polite confusion.

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[troublebrewing]

No, it just had my friend's soul inside of it so we had to go in and get him.

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[arsgoetia]

He is probably envisioning something different than you mean. "I see."