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[ because apparently he's too tired today to make it a voice post. you can see the interior of a building, all-fancy like. he seems to be sitting on a piano bench, looking just slightly pained.. cheerily addressing the camera! ]

I think a part of me knew that this place was out for our blood. Though I didn't expect it to be so literal.

[ he is also bleeding profusely from a gash on his side, which dyes his shirt and pants red, but clearly you can ignore that. he certainly is. ]

I wonder how many corpses are piling up. Is there a cemetery here? I've never checked. [ a bit more seriously, here-- ] Or maybe the dead don't need graves. But if so many people are getting stabbed and there aren't any bodies to bury, it feels a little cheap.

[ a hand to his head. and then he laughs, a little. and then he frowns. maybe he's just slightly hysterical, though he's keeping that under wraps. a finger glances over the keys of the piano, and he presses a few of them disjointedly. twinkling notes. ]

Is there any way to get blood out from between the keys? I think I got a little in here.

[ just then, a small, mewing sound. the camera tilts down almost unconsciously, focusing on a small kitten licking a bloody stain on the leather bench. a hushing sound-- ] Shhh, don't drink that. You'll get sick--

[ the cat meows. a sigh-- feed cuts. ]

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[Why the man was worrying more about the dead when he was bleeding all over was a mystery all it's own, but the grim imagery prompts a quick response.]

Sir? Where are you? Can you get medical attention, or will you need assistance?

To prevent further bloodstains on ivory, you may wish to relocate.

[ pshaw, what's there to worry about, it's just blood-- ]

I don't think assistance would be needed-- and neither will medical attention, truthfully.

Ah, that's a good suggestion. Though it might be a little problematic.

Should you be referring to your current state, I will offer my assistance.

[ yes, really. That imperious tone is an offer. ]

Well, thank you for your offer. [ if it was... an offer... ] But I'm afraid that wasn't what I was referring to.

[ inquisitive stare and she is in no way going to appear out of nowhere soon if you don't get your butt to a healer, really. ]

[ inquisitive stare meets cheery smile!! ]

I rather like it here, so I don't think I'll be moving too much.

Then, may I be permitted to call upon you? I have not yet had the opportunity to be graced with the presence of a piano during my stay.

I don't see how I have any say in what you do or not do, really.

You do indeed. I would not readily enter the room of a stranger without their consent.

So if I said that this was my room, you wouldn't enter?

Certainly, I would knock first.

And if there was no response?

[ with a gentle smile ]

Would you spurn such a request?

[ cheery smile, here. ]

Sorry, but not all men are gentlemen.

I'm well aware.

[ oh is she. ]

So long as there aren't any strange misconceptions.

You are most considerate, but I prefer not to presume.

And I prefer not to lie. This isn't my room-- so it's true that I don't have any say over where you should or should not be.

Then I thank you.

Polite of you.

I see no need to treat you rudely.

[She's wearing down - there have been so many people getting stabbed, and she's been (rather ineffectually) trying to run to heal them all. When she speaks, her voice is out of breath.]

Where... are you?

I think I'm going to like this place because of that! [so obviously new! and maybe a bit of a sadomasochist, to boot.]

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