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.

Comments

[bymyheelies]

“Ay, sir, tho’ I was bound to travel to the realms of Hades from Verona. I have gathered that yon house is not there.”

[kadewest]

"Verona, huh?" Well, if there's people here from one Shakespeare play, there might as well be people here from another. Unless Kade is massively misinterpreting what's going on, which is always a possibility. "Well, this isn't Hades or Verona. As far as I can tell, it's a Nexus between Worlds, but so far the Doors only seem to work one way." He grins. "I don't need to bore you with the gory details unless you want, though. Has anyone been by to help you settle in?"

[bymyheelies]

“Ay, ‘twas midsummer there; ‘tis clearly not here.” He tilts his head, though, curious; but unwilling to proceed further down that path for now. He will likely be asking about these other worlds later. “Art rooms, then; if there are others here? I have not found them.”

[kadewest]

"Oh sure, sure. Plenty of rooms intended to be bedrooms," Kade says, "and plenty more that can be easily converted, if you have a preference on location or style or neighbors. I took the attic, myself."

[bymyheelies]

"I care not, so long as there is somewhere to lie. I have only looked about the house a little."

[kadewest]

"Sure, sure. I can show you some options, if you like."

[bymyheelies]

"Lead on, good sir," he replies, with a grin and a flourish of his hands.

[kadewest]

Unlike multitudes of adult residents past when faced with an injured teenager, Kade doesn't lead Mercutio to rooms near his own. He's used to being a headmaster of injured teenagers; he trusts them to take care of themselves and make it known when they cannot. Instead, he leads Mercutio to a set of rooms he's reasonably sure are still open, back from when he was first trying to decide between something easy (already-appointed) and something more to his tastes (the attic, which he had to set up himself).

"Pick your poison," he says, once they arrive, and gestures at several (small-d) doors.

[bymyheelies]

'Easy' will work for him, for now, it's going to be more than enough to get used to modern conveniences like electric lights, and heating, and the closets. Despite what everyone has said, some part of him is still entirely sure this is some trick of the fae. He shrugs, and picks the door on the left. Behind it is a nicely sized room, though not as big as perhaps his was at home; but this is not the house of an Italian nobleman. Probably. "This will do, I think."

[kadewest]

"Great! Can I help you with anything else?"

[bymyheelies]

He shrugs. He would like a tour, but he can just as easily give himself one by wandering about, once he's more settled. "Nay, I am well, thank you. 'Tis most kind of you."

[kadewest]

"If you say so," says Kade. He hesitates for a moment, then says, "I live in the attic. So far, the only one here. You can't miss it. So if you need anything--clothes or clothing repairs--" he nods at the bloody slash on Mercutio's shirt. "--or just someone to talk to about ending up here... my door is open."

[bymyheelies]

He gives Kade another smile and a grateful nod. "Ay, of course. You've my thanks, again."

[kadewest]

"Sure thing, brother," Kade says. He raps his fingers on the doorframe, and then takes his leave.