Introducing: Mercutio

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio is lying on a very plush couch. It is not where he was, that is clear enough. This is nothing like a tavern, certainly nothing at all like Verona. Even the lights are strange-looking, not flickering or dancing like flame. Is it some kind of faerie-land? Without doubt, it is not any sort of heaven or hell he has read of, though he knows well he should be dead. The lingering blood on his extremely thin, gauzy shirt is proof enough of that. Strangely, he is no longer bleeding, but that only makes it easier to rise from his bed and proceed to look about the room.

Eventually, he makes his way through the house, poking in various rooms until he finds his way to the main foyer. He opens the door and stands in the entrance, examining the gardens and forest beyond; before deciding that it is unreasonably cold outside. There's more proof, then, that this is not Verona, it had been the middle of summer when he had been fighting Tybalt. He shrugs, and proceeds to rifle through the papers at the table, not exactly reading or retaining anything on them. Clearly there are inhabitants, but he hasn't seen any of them yet. A queer faerie-land, indeed.

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[new_inglewoodblues]

Ragnelle is making a new nest in the bower Dionysus has grown for her. At the moment, that means raiding the mansion's parlors for their softest couch-cushions. Mercutio is in the way.

Mercutio, therefore, is getting his ankles kicked at by a large pile of cushions, which entirely obscures the woman carrying them.

[futaille]

Grantaire wanders near the entry and stops, taking in the leftover blood on Mercutio's shirt. "Well. That looks familiar," he says, leaning on the doorframe. "Welcome to the strangeness."

[kadewest]

"It's probably not what you're thinking," Kade says, coming across the new person in the entry hall. "Hello, and welcome."

[temnota]

Aleksander had been out wandering the grounds and for a change, came in through the front door as opposed to one of the side entrances. He took in the stranger, the blood on the seasonally inappropriate shirt and just smiled wryly. "I see this place has collected its latest guest. Hello and welcome."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus has been here for a short time. Not long enough to have met everyone yet, but he figures he's at least seen most everyone, even if he hasn't talked to them. He hasn't, however, seen this man. This kid, honestly, if appearances are anything to judge by.

Before he's close enough to say a hello he notices the blood and rushes over. "Are you alright? What happened? Do you need anything?"

[bymyheelies]

"What's this?" He laughs and plucks a cushion off the top of the pile, looking to see who is behind it. "Art some creature, stealing away all the softness, or a servant of the fey masters of this place?"

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio looks up from whatever pile of papers he's midway through, and gives Grantaire a long look. "Ay, 'tis strange indeed, sir. Who is master here?"

[futaille]

"If you see one, you'll be the first," he says with a shrug. "Although we're fairly sure there are one or more. We just call them spirits, though."

[bymyheelies]

"Pray, what am I thinking?" Mercutio turns a bemused grin on him, leaning against the table somewhat. "Speak, m'lord, say on."

[bymyheelies]

"A guest? Art many here?" He looks quizzical. "I would wager Mab hath been busy, 'tis quite a strange place, but I have seen no man 'til you." Perhaps he displeased her by going on about the fae with Romeo the other day; the fae are known to be temperamental indeed.

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio laughs, and waves him away with some amusement. "Ay, sir, I will do -- 'tis a scratch, left me by a fierce kitten. I am quite well."

[kadewest]

"Any number of things, I imagine." Kade, in turn, leans against the wall, matching the newcomer's angle. "Specifics, I think, depend on whether you came here on purpose or not. But whatever it is you're thinking... this is probably not any of them."

[vineleaves]

Wait a minute. A fierce kitten.

"Mercutio?!"

[bymyheelies]

"Spirits, the fairies, 'tis one and the same." He sets his papers down and heads over to Grantaire, smiling like he wasn't just recently dead on the floor in an unknown building in Verona. "Hast been here some time?"

[futaille]

"A few months. It's a very interesting place."

[bymyheelies]

"Purpose? I've none, sir -- and very little thought on 't as well. Is this some fae place?"

[bymyheelies]

"Ay, thou knowest me?" He tilts his head, quizzical. This man doesn't look familiar, but he certainly hasn't met everyone in Verona. "Forgive me, sir, I do not know you."

[bymyheelies]

"Say on, interesting in what way? Art--beasts that do a man's work, or unicorns, or something far greater? To pull a man from the grave is grave matter indeed, and yet I am proof of 't."

[vineleaves]

Ah, so he was right. Well, this will either end in complete disaster or -- actually, no, that's probably the only option.

"Introductions can wait, you're not still bleeding are you, kid?"

[futaille]

He laughs. "Oh, I'm proof likewise, although I'll say that most people here are not. As far as in what way it's interesting... Well, one of those that got brought here is a dragon, so there's that. But the house provides food, drink, and shelter... and occasional strangeness, in the interest of completeness."

[kadewest]

"Best as I can tell? No, actually," Kade says, and then amends, "With the single illustrious exception of Dame Ragnelle, of course. But this is no Fairyland."

[bymyheelies]

“Ay, I have seen. Lights that do not burn, fineries fit for a prince…and yet ‘tis not a heaven or a hell? Strange, indeed.”

[bymyheelies]

“I am quite well, sir, as I said.” The blood does look fresh, but it must be noted that the stain is not growing at all. He waves Dionysus off, a little impatiently. “Now. How dost thou know me?” It is a question, but it has the sense of an order about it.

[vineleaves]

Well, as long as he isn’t actively bleeding to death anymore that’s a good thing. Dionysus relaxes a little.

Now comes the moment when he has to decide how much information is relevant, and how much is too much. “Ah, you see, well, I am Dionysus. God of Drama? Maybe you’ve heard of me before? Well. There’s —- ah, there’s a play. Actually, no, let me start over, has anyone explained to you yet that we are all from different universes? I feel like that’s pertinent to this discussion.”

[futaille]

"Oh, that's only the very beginning of the strangeness, I assure you."