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[idesof]

[ March's voicemail message will be the standard sort for a while, and expect replies from him to be slow/strange as he tries to understand this Modern Age.

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[notgneiss]

[she grumbles - an odd sound like rocks grating against each other. it's so ANNOYING when people turn out to be relatable.]

How old is it?

[idesof]

[An odd sound like melodious chirping, you mean.]

A century and some change, most of that spent within the walls of my beloved Cortez. [Not necessarily frozen but...worse than frozen, really. To be able to see the world passing around him with no ability to leave his Murder Palace and hunt. Only picking what he could as they checked in. He'd only ever admit it to the Countess, knowing her better than anyone else (or so he thought), but the hotel that damned so many had damned him first, and being captain of the hellish murder ship was little consolation.] I won't return the question. Never ask a lady her age!

[notgneiss]

I am not a lady. I am a golem, I do not have a gender.

[honestly, march.

she bends down, picking up a shard of glass and looking it over, then back to march shale casually flings it at him, expecting nothing to come of it. then again, if something DOES, then cool.]

It died, yes? In this hotel, I assume. Ghosts don't tend to wander far from their death site.

[idesof]

[The glass does indeed land, casually sticking out of his chest. He shows no sign of pain or that he even notices, which should be the first big clue he's not annoyed by that either. No blood trickles this time. He just stands there with glass sticking out of him.]

Not in this hotel. Not yet. [There is potential if somebody gets real good at ghost-killing. Somebody, somepony, somegolem, whatever.] The Cortez is in the California I know, not this one. I could never leave it after death, though, you are right about that. It wasn't possible.

[notgneiss]

[...okay. shale is just gonna. keep picking up shards and flinging them at him, like this is normal.]

A haunted inn... how quaint. I suppose it, ah, screws around with all the human guests?

[idesof]

[Some lands in his shoulder and he ignores that. It's not until a shard passes through his eye he shakes a bit, like a dog waking up, and the additional impaling features fall to the ground.]

I wouldn't dream of it. [So that's a yes. March picks off a bit of glass from his jacket and steps forward, smiling ever so charmingly up at Shale.] Would you like a tour?

[notgneiss]

I have nothing else planned for the next millennia.

[she shrugs.]

Why not?

[idesof]

Splendid.

[March is all Happy Smiles, and takes care to lead Shale where the ceiling won't get anywhere near her at all. Their friendly frowning clown takes a seat behind the front desk to watch them walk. March keeps his hands behind his back when not gesturing because he is a gentleman. Nicholas Sparks don't know shit.]

Are you very familiar with art? Have you heard of art deco? This is all art deco.

[notgneiss]

I know art.

[she doesn't look at any of it.]

This is not, however, the art that can gather my attention. The stuff that can is... from a long time ago.

[idesof]

[Wow Shale. Wow. March swallows any possible insult taken and nods agreeably as they pass a guest staring at Shale in both horror and amazement.]

What does it look like? This stuff from a long time ago.

[There is a painting nearby of what appears to be a man standing atop another man, slung on steps with his chest cavity opened, the man atop him holding the dying man's heart to the sun. Because that's 100% what it is. LOOK, SHALE, SQUISHY MURDER]

[notgneiss]

[she looks over the painting, mildly disinterested.]

I... don't remember. [her tone has changed, she seems a little upset.] All I know it was underground, infused with magic and very important.

[idesof]

Oh.

[A pause in thought, his steps changing direction, his smile a hideously giddy thing.]

Then I'll take you to the basement.

[notgneiss]

As it wishes. I'll make an effort not to purposely bring the entire building around us.

[HAHA A JOKE or is it]

[idesof]

[OR IS IT that is the mystery like most of Shale, which is also a mystery]

Do you eat? Or drink?

[notgneiss]

Neither. I do not sleep, either. I am free of all organic curses.

[idesof]

Curses? [March has to think that over, one hand lifting to adjust his cravat.] You've never tasted absinthe, I see.

[notgneiss]

No.

[entirely unperturbed. she probably had alcohol when she was still organic, but doesn't care.]

I've seen drunk humans. Embarrassing.

[idesof]

Some humans do a fairly wonderful job acting as embarrassments without a drop of alcohol needed.

[His tone conveys he is not one of them.]

[notgneiss]

I have met it before, yes.

[BURN]

[idesof]

I laid that trap for myself, I see. [Hoisted by his own suspenders. March takes a turn and the lighting in this hall is significantly dimmer.] Are we not all its in the grander scheme?

[notgneiss]

I was nothing more than a pet and a slave in the grander scheme, so no.

[idesof]

[The world's smallest violin for Shale.

March stops before what doesn't actually look like a door. But it is! Vague voodoo goes into opening it, and then there's the basement, mostly dark and with an odd smell...lingering bleach and something else acidic.]

Ah, watch your head.

[notgneiss]

[shale says nothing, but lets her head hit the door frame hard enough to crack it so she doesn't have to duck.

look. shut up. don't tell her what to do.]