Rochelle can not remember how she got to where she is now. It must have been quiet a long way, to say the least. The place looks like something out of a fairytale. A surreal, twisted place that is yet enchanting and enthralling as one can be.
You seem to be standing on a small chunk of rock floating in the darkness of space. Distant stars shine in the background, and alien songs from a time before this world whisper in the back of your mind, like the voice of silence one can listen to if he stands long enough in an empty room.
On the small floating rock is green grass, a small garden, an apple tree, and a path of white stones. They seem to lead to a somewhat cartoonish, blurry house, just big enough to be somewhat intimidating. On the mailbox, on a bronze plaque, the name "Mr Oneirious" can be read.
Rochelle tried to look around in her dream, but when she turned her head, everything moved to remain in front of her; it was as if she couldn't look anywhere else. A force began to press gently on her back, pushing her forward up the path, but she couldn't turn to face it. The force was persistent, surely but gently making her walk towards the front door of the house. It felt like a presence now, like someone had their arm around her and was walking with her.
She reached out to turn the handle, and the entire door melted away before she could touch it.
You are standing within a room of unclear dimensions. It's like looking at a painting through a funny mirror. It looks huge, but then you move your eyes a little and it looks too tiny to contain you. Maybe it actually changes size...
The floor is made of dark, rich wood. The walls are hidden by a blanket of shadows. Lit by the fire from a giant hearth decorated with stone icons of all manners of fantastic beings, a path into the center of the room leads to two, giant/tiny armchairs, both looking quite comfortable. On one, sits a man in a striped nightgown, with the funny hat included. He is also wearing a white, grinning drama mask.
"Good evening".
Nathan made his way back up to his room and placed the file in his portable safe. After the night was done, he'd read it over and discover just what was going on with the escapee. If things continued to move forward with Lilith, then the extra time he was to be awarded would be very useful. Perhaps he could eventually win back his normal body. He put on some new clothes, washed up and sat in his chair and waited, wondering what might happen next...
The mask seemed familiar to Rochelle, and she stepped forward. Without warning she was somehow seated in the chair opposite the man, and she blinked a few times, disoriented. After a few seconds to make sure nothing else would change drastically, Rochelle said, "Um, hi." The firelight played across the man's mask, and she said, "I've seen that mask before... you're Mr Oneirius, right?"
"Indeed, I am. You call, and I answer. What kind of teacher would I be if I did not? Now what is troubling you?", he says with the voice of flowers growing out of the ash.
Rochelle thought for a moment, making up her mind whether or not to tell the headmaster about what had happened over the past day. He didn't seem to be the counselor type, but then, she didn't know any of the school counselors. She had no idea what Mr Oneirius would say if she told him the secrets she kept. After a few moments more, she decided to speak.
"Um... is it possible for you to act as a counselor for me?" she asked, to see if she could confide in the enigmatic headmaster. "I have a couple of problems and don't know what to do with them."
"I am not the school counselor, you know. Mrs Geller is.", he says, resting his elbows on his knees and crossing his fingers in deep thought. "Yet I am willing to help, if this is truly what you want."
He was waiting in his room, and she had about 3000 questions to answer before he turned up from next door...
Okay, cleaning had to be done. That amethyst had to made into a necklace. She needed to take a bath and she needed to have outfits ready, depending on how far she decided Nathan was going to be getting tonight.
And she hadn't even thought about supper yet! Do humans eat the same things that Lamia do? Would anywhere make food for her, or would she be stuck preparing food for herself? What the fuck do American people order from take-aways? Would it be off-putting for him if she wasn't eating like a Lamia, or would he be more put off if she dislocated her body at any point? Was he expecting her to follow up on that 'More tricks like that' line? Which movie would he want to watch? What would happen if her fangs started to peek in half-way through? Dis he think her scales were sexy, or did he dislike them and want her to cover them up?
And why was she so nervous about this!?
First thing's first, she went to make the amethyst sparkle again. She ran a string through it and encased it in a tiny prison that she made with her hands before she forced a stream of magical sparks towards it, piecing it together again. It was not perfect, since it now had the string that she had placed running through it's core, but it made an attractive piece of jewelry all the same.
Next she went to go get a shower and put her best clothes in a pile in the bathroom. She would have three choices depicting how far Nathan was going to go that night; A kiss on the cheek, an open-mouthed kiss at the end or... well, one she wouldn't need an outfit for.
She turned the shower on, trying desperately to get herself clean and then dry while leaving enough time to make the rest of her decisions. Half an hour!? You could have given yourself more time!
She refused to dress until she had sets of clothes laid out to choose from. There were a few obvious choices that she picked out, that apparently only stayed in her wardrobe for occasions such as these, and then she put on the red dress she had been wearing beforehand. She hid the others in the bathroom, in a dark spot that Nathan would hopefully not think to look.
Okay, drinks? She doubted that he would be okay with having water for the entire night, but she had thrown all of the drinks away... She'd have to trust Nathan with this one. He would have to bring a bottle of wine or something along with him. If not, she'd run over to his while he made himself at home.
Movie? Food? Oh, necklace! She grasped it from the desk and put it around her neck, letting it dangle playfully. She lost herself in it for a moment before she shook her head and went on to think some more. Crap, she still had loads to clean up!
In all of this, she wondered if Nathan was stressing as much as she was about this.
As you can see, Lillith is worried that this may not go well.
Sven started mumbling to himself in his sleep. "Rae, c'mon. I'm not a monster... Rachel, don't go..." Sven rolled over in his bed and went silent again.
You seem to have quite the nasty dream, there. As you must already know, as a player of course, Rochelle is currently in the company of Mr Oneirius in a dream house of his. CounterAttack, TheMax, what about an unexpected meeting?
Sure, why not. How about Sven turns up right in the middle of when Rochelle's talking about her feelings for him. That'll go down well. XD
A little apprehensive, Rochelle shifted in her seat and said, "If you can help me, I would greatly appreciate it." She took a deep breath to calm herself and continued, "My problems are these: in no particular order of importance, I suffer from the... after-effects of a vampire attack; I'm keeping a secret for a friend of mine; and..." She trailed off. Did she want to talk to the headmaster about Sven, and how she felt about him?
Rochelle made her decision, and said, "The last problem is to do with my room-mate. I'm... attracted to him, for the lack of a better phrase."
"I see", says Oneirius, still thoughtful. You didn't even notice how that cup of tea came to your hand, but it's there now, so why not drink it? Dream logic is awesome like that.
"So all three of your problems, as far as I understand right now", he says, "stem from a need for secrecy. I respect that".
He sits back on his chair, the blank, eerie grin never for a second leaving his face. "The question you need to ask yourself right now, I think, is what you gain from that. Emotions are unpredictable and wild, so why not try to apply simple logic to the situation? Losses, and gains.". He takes a sip from his own cup of tea, and the steaming, brownish liquid spills all over his suit, since he does not really have a mouth to put it in. He does not seem very bothered about it, though. "You obviously think, at least on some level, that there is much to gain from keeping your secrets. This is why you do. But if you think about it now... What is truly at stake there?"
.......
Not very far from there, a very confused boy finds himself on a large rock, floating in space.
"So what you're saying is... I need to think about why I keep my secrets," Rochelle answered, puzzled. "One of my problems is known to a fair few people; I freely tell people I was attacked. That doesn't really make it a secret, so let's discuss the one I'm keeping for my friend. I trust you know who and what Lillith DeVtoe is? She told me about what she could have done to the faerie, Jon."
University finals started for me today. Because of this I have some hardcore studying to get down to and may not be on as often as I have been. I am not quiting any of my RPs, merely informing you all that I may not be as active. Thank you for your understanding
Nathan approached Lilith's door, a bag in one hand, his wand slipped into his back pocket. With a deep breath, he knocked
"...the heck?" Sven surveyed his surroundings and could not believe what he saw. Just a few minutes ago, he was still having the nightmare where he tries to convince Rachel he's still the same person he used to be while locked in his wolfman form. Now, he was on a rock in the middle of space. How does that happen? He could tell he was moving, but not fast enough to have to worry about falling off, so he sat down and waited to see where the rock took him.
It took him a while to find a cobblestone path leading up to a house of some kind. Now who in their right mind would be living out here? He soon got his answer when, upon further investigation, he saw a plaque with Headmaster Oneirius's name on it. Sven was starting to dread approaching the house, but he knew he was probably here for a reason, though he'd still take his sweet time getting there. In the back of his mind, he still tried to figure out how he got there from running after Rachel.
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