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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[vineleaves]

They exit, and Dionysus tries a few rooms he knows to be unclaimed before they finally come across one with a collection of different things hanging in the closet.

"Oh! Lovely! I was hoping this would work. Anything that jumps out at you in there?"

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio moves over to peruse the closet, casting his glance over the array of shirts and trousers on display. Eventually he settles for something long sleeved and red, though in deference to the winter outside he does deign to add an undershirt. He also opts for some new jeans, since -- well, wearing the clothes one died in seems a bit morbid. "Does it suit?"

[vineleaves]

Dionysus gives Mercutio privacy while changing, turning back around once he's done. "I think it's lovely!" Much nicer than the shirt covered in blood, anyway. Not to mention more appropriate to the weather.

"Remind me to show you how to use the clothes washing machine some time soon. I... doubt you've done much laundry in your time, but trust me, having a machine for it is a big time saver. Not great for every fabric, but for most things it works well enough."

[bymyheelies]

Only slightly more appropriate, it's still basically gauze with an undershirt thrown underneath it. "A machine?" He frowns curiously. He'll probably attribute it to more fae magic, whenever he finds out about it; but it sounds intriguing enough.

[vineleaves]

“Yeah. I’ll show you how to use it later. … Actually I should probably show you how to use a lot of things.” He’s assuming, based on the electricity question earlier, that despite Mercutio’s outfits, he’s going to have no clue how to use a sink faucet or flush a toilet or any of that stuff. This isn’t how he was planning on spending his day at all.

[bymyheelies]

"As you like, sir god." He sounds a little bemused, but --Dionysus has certainly shaken him up enough that he's at least willing to listen for now.