Ars Goetia ([personal profile] arsgoetia) wrote2017-02-18 07:09 pm
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[Game 20] Mianythoth's Mansion

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.
tenebrat: (Default)

(frozen comment) Re: [Meeting]

[personal profile] tenebrat 2017-02-19 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ cat again, curled up next to sariel's leg on the couch ]

I did not much look... I can try to look into cracks and spaces, if you wish.
dammitmaonmaon: (the world's a temporary)

(frozen comment) Re: [Meeting]

[personal profile] dammitmaonmaon 2017-02-19 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
I dinnae think that's safe. Not unless we need ta risk it, aye?
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(frozen comment) Re: [Meeting]

[personal profile] tenebrat 2017-02-19 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ droops a little, but. ]

Oh, I only meant things like cabinets or drawers, if they were locked...
dammitmaonmaon: (if you believed)

(frozen comment) Re: [Meeting]

[personal profile] dammitmaonmaon 2017-02-19 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[—firm, cheerful]

We shuuld a' mind ye can be helpful wi' things like that, if we see an opportunity.
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(frozen comment) Re: [Meeting]

[personal profile] tenebrat 2017-02-19 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
...

[ peering at him, unblinking ]

Are you okay?
dammitmaonmaon: (at the end of every seven years)

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[personal profile] dammitmaonmaon 2017-02-19 05:14 am (UTC)(link)



Why does everyone keep asking that.
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(frozen comment) Re: [Meeting]

[personal profile] tenebrat 2017-02-19 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Oh-- because you seem the opposite, most likely.
dammitmaonmaon: (a bubble for a minute)

(frozen comment) Re: [Meeting]

[personal profile] dammitmaonmaon 2017-02-19 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
A'm not doin' nothing!
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(frozen comment) Re: [Meeting]

[personal profile] tenebrat 2017-02-19 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ goes quiet, staring... then just drops its head, eyes closed. ]

Well, it is not as if I know anything about people or feelings, which is why I asked in the first place.
dammitmaonmaon: (without your love)

(frozen comment) Re: [Meeting]

[personal profile] dammitmaonmaon 2017-02-19 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
. . . well, ye an' me both.