Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

((OOC: Please tag your top-levels with the appropriate week and day.))

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sunday, week 1

[qilinzuo]

[ No time like the present, right?

The Harbinger decides to drop on later after everything settles down. ]

Hey, you got a moment? There were some things I was hoping to clear up.

[ At the least he's still spotting the friendly face when he approaches, speaking after his knock. ]

[shieldof]

[The door clicks open on its own after Childe knocks, swinging open to reveal controlled chaos in the form of an office. Faith sits behind the large desk, setting down a pen similar to the one she loaned Capochin as she looks up.]

Sir Childe, please come in. What specifically did you want to discuss?

[qilinzuo]

[ Childe walks in, curious to observe things in full, and even walks nearby the books to see if he might understand the language of the titles they may be written. ]

A few things.

...Let's start again with this place. I want to know a bit more about the 'where'. It's practically helpful for preparing me to go along with things easily!

Is there a name for where we are? And how long has it been around? I'm sure your god would have told you that, right?

[ If this is in some kind of odd dimension, that might explain some things, even if it is connected to a foreign world. His time in the Abyss might have helped in making potential thoughts on that. ]

week 1 - sunday

[checkwhat]

[The lights go down at 9 pm and in the darkness the lights in Kinger's mind flicker to life. Looking back at the chunks of today he can remember clearly and being able to retain the rules listed in the foyer has him very, very worried about their situation.

It feels a little silly taking the blanket off his bed just to carry it a few steps down the hall to Faith's room with a few sheets of paper and a pencil. Fortunately feeling a little silly about most things he does once the lights go down is a baseline for him after so long. It's better to look a little ridiculous but be able to have an actual conversation than walk into a brightly lit office and immediately forget why he's there.

Kinger drapes the blanket over his shoulders and partly over his head, letting it catch on his cross, before rapping his knuckles against the door.]

Miss Dinara? It's Kinger. You asked earlier if I had any other concerns and I was hoping we could talk.

[shieldof]

[Some of the books are- or at least appear to be in- recognizable languages. The ones Childe can understand largely seem to refer to schools of magic, but there look to be things like mechanical engineering and scientific texts of all kinds scattered among them.]

The building is Silverpoint Manor. Beyond that, it is simply the remaining material plane of this world.

[shieldof]

[The door swings open of its own accord, allowing Kinger entry into the office. Faith sits at her desk, carefully stacking and setting aside a sheaf of papers.]

Sir Kinger, please- ...is there a reason you've cloaked yourself?

[qilinzuo]

[ Interesting. So the language can be understood...for the most part.

Magic, mechanical engineering, and scientific texts. At least he has other subjects to inquire with whenever he needs a jumping off point; but, next, he will head on over to the forge, because maybe he's predictable.

This is kind of cool—no, focus. ]

Remaining material plane? Did something happen to this world, Faith?

Sunday week 1, post fight

[makeitfit]

[Eventually, sometime just before dinner, Faith will get a knock on her door]

[shieldof]

[The door swings open, allowing Capo to enter. Faith is folding a heavy leather apron and placing it carefully on the work bench, clearly pausing some kind of project. Whatever it is is currently covered by a small sheet.]

Sir Capochin, welcome. Please take a seat.

[Workbench apparently arranged to her satisfaction, Faith moves to sit behind her desk.]

[checkwhat]

[Interesting...an automatic door maybe? He takes a few careful steps into the office, doing his best to avoid bumping into the furniture. The fact she knows about Caine but didn't seem familiar with Bubble or his particular situation is curious to him. He makes a mental note to jot that down.]

Being in the dark helps me think more clearly. [His expressive eyes are covered but the tone of his voice is warm and a little amused at his own impromptu accommodation.] I thought it'd be a good middle-ground so I could speak with you without getting off-topic...even if I do look like I should be holding out a bucket and saying "trick or treat".

[He doesn't not look like a sheet ghost. Surely this is not foreshadowing of any kind.]

[shieldof]

Indeed.

[She nods somberly.]

I'm unaware of the specifics, but a great calamity struck this world with devastation.

[shieldof]

...I see. One moment.

[She rises from her desk, moving around the office to the sconces on the walls. The light dims into shadow, and she sits back down.]

Is this better?

[makeitfit]

[Capochin briefly glances towards the project, but his attention is swiftly returned to Faith. He's got his little cap his hands hands, twisting it a bit nervously. He scooches over to the bench, still limping a bit, sitting gingerly]

Hey, ah...I just...[he hesitates, looking uncomfortable] I wanted ta apologize. Fer earlier.

[shieldof]

I see.

[She shifts a little uncomfortably, cheeks pink.]

I should apologize as well, I should have expected tempers to be running high, in such circumstances.

[makeitfit]

Eh? [he looks down a bit, twisting his hat in his hands] ...nah. Dat ain't your fault. I've always had a temper. Just ain't been dat bad in a while. I should'a known betta.

[qilinzuo]

A great calamity?

[ He whips his head around at this, surprise fading to something serious; it's clear Childe hasn't been anticipating hearing something so dire had struck this place...

And, of course, "danger" is well within his interests. ]

...Had to have been before you became an Apostle? Or is the timeframe for that kinda fuzzy when it comes to what happened here too?

Week 1, Sunday

[reflectsdargent]

[ At some point not...TOO long after the kerfuffle of a first meeting. Here's a knock on Faith's door, loud, a little impatient...though, given what she asked, there's probably a good reason for that. ]

[checkwhat]

[He pauses and slowly unshrouds himself from under the blanket, blinking a few times to adjust.]

-Yes, that's perfect actually. [His lower eyelids scrunch in a smile.] That's very kind of you, Miss Dinara, thank you.

[shieldof]

[The door clicks open, letting Shannon enter. Faith sits at her desk, carefully adjusting a cloth draped over- I mean, Shannon can't see it, but the description's there in the locations page, she's covering her Orb and getting the cloth exactly centered.]

Lady Shannon.

[She makes- one last, tiny adjustment before looking back up to Shannon.]

I do apologize for the circumstances you find yourself in. But please, take a seat.

[shieldof]

Perhaps we should agree to share a portion of the blame on this matter, then.

[shieldof]

It would hardly do if you're unable to think clearly.

[Now that his vision is less obscured, he might be able to note that Faith's eyes have a slight catlike gleam to them in the low light.]

I- ...it's unlikely I can dim the entire manor permanently, but with some time I may be able to enchant a small darkness spell for your person-

[shieldof]

It was. I have no memory of it, at least, though I'm uncertain of how long ago it occurred.

[reflectsdargent]

[ Oh, it is a mess in here. Part of Shannon feels the urge to start cleaning it, but. Nope, not important.

In fact, she barely even acknowledges the apology, just walking up to the desk. ]

Walter Lloyd. He goes by Walt. Can you find him, or not?

[makeitfit]

Heh. [Capochin huffs out a small laugh at that]

Alright, I can agree ta dat, if ya insist.

[qilinzuo]

[ Childe supposes trying to immediately bridging things together will take time. Or something like that. ]

No memory of it?

[ Time to ask a simple question, then. ]

Well...you were brought here like us in a way, right? Departed from your world to do your duty as an Apostle once chosen by your god, and then we came after you and the god have been hanging around here for awhile. Do I got it right?