ic contact

[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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Comments

[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.]