Introducing Benvolio

[keep_the_peace]

Waking up in a strange bedroom, in a strange house, was bad enough, but then when Benvolio finally made his way to the front door he was greeted by snow outside. Summer might be coming to an end, but it definitely is not snow weather yet, nor is Benvolio dressed for such, in his black silk doublet, black and blue trimmed trunk hose, and black stockings. He does have shoes on, thankfully, though he can't imagine how he would have fallen asleep wearing shoes. It's not like he's had much opportunity to celebrate to the point of blacking out lately, after all.

Regardless, he takes one look at the snow outside and decides to shut the door and instead turn his attention to the table covered in different pamphlets and papers. He has many questions.

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[bymyheelies]

Mercutio will not go to, thank you very much, and instead leers playfully at Benvolio. "Ay, though 'twill be all a muddle next time thou lookest. The house likes to change things about, time to time."

[keep_the_peace]

"...What?"

[bymyheelies]

"I told thee, 'tis a very strange place. The house mainly keeps things in order, but not all the time."

[keep_the_peace]

"I shall take thy word for it," he says with a shrug. After all, if his slain friend can be suddenly alive again, why shouldn't rooms in a house move around? One thing is not more ridiculous than the other.

[bymyheelies]

He eyes Benvolio's clothing for a moment. "Thou'rt not dressed for snow," he says with a nod. "Art hungry? I could show thee the kitchens."

[keep_the_peace]

"Of course I'm not dressed for snow, 'twas not yet fully autumn last I checked." But he is a teenage boy, and therefore is nearly always hungry. "Aye, a meal might do me well."

[bymyheelies]

He nods and slings an arm around Benvolio's shoulders, headed towards the nearest kitchen. "As thou hast seen, this house is quite strange," he says cheerfully, pointing at the refrigerator. "That is a box where one might find food, things that are meant to be kept cold. 'Tis called a refrigerator."

[keep_the_peace]

Benvolio walks up to it, hears it humming, and turns back to look at Mercutio as if to ask, what??????, but instead grabs the handle and opens it, immediately closes it, then turns back to Mercutio again.

"Am I to be greeted by frigid air every time I open a door here, or have I simply been unlucky so far?"

[bymyheelies]

"I did say thou couldst find cold things in it," he replies, amused, and turns to go into the fridge himself, finding ingredients for a sandwich. "'Tis -- not from our time. Many things here are not."

[keep_the_peace]

"What time are they from?" he asks, staring.

[bymyheelies]

"Ah, I know not." He shrugs. "My lord Claudius may, or perhaps the lady Susan or my lord Bacchus. They are knowledgeable."

[keep_the_peace]

"Wilt have to introduce me," he says, braving opening the refrigerator again. It's bright inside, somehow, in addition to being cold, and there are several shelves with lots of various containers and such, theoretically all holding food, since Mercutio claimed this was for storing food. Benvolio reaches in and pulls out a small red metal container (a can, some might call it) with the words KIERKLAAND PEPPER PHD written on it. He turns around and holds it up for Mercutio to see. "What is this?"

[bymyheelies]

"Ah! 'Tis a drink, it is very sweet. It bubbles as well, I know not how." He grabs a can for himself and shows Benvolio how to open it, taking a sip for himself. That done, he sets it to the side and pulls out various meats and cheeses and some bread to assemble a sandwich.

[keep_the_peace]

Benvolio copies Mercutio, managing to successfully open the can, then peers down through the opening, then smells it, then finally tastes it. He immediately makes a face. "Aye, 'tis sweet!" But he's taking another sip, so it clearly isn't too bad.

[bymyheelies]

“There are many different kinds. ‘Tis called a soda.” He assembles the sandwich after a few minutes and offers it. “There, try it.” It’s more than likely turkey or salami and cheese.

[keep_the_peace]

He looks skeptically at Mercutio before picking up the sandwich and taking a bite. “This is good,” he says, mouth still full.

[bymyheelies]

“Didst think I would poison thee?” He clears his sandwich-making instruments away to perch on the counter.

[keep_the_peace]

"Not purposefully," he says with a grin. It's easy to fall back into his old banter, almost as if Mercutio weren't dead this whole time, but instead away on a trip of some sort, and now he's back.

[bymyheelies]

"Thou art a rogue, and I should not have fed thee," he replies cheerfully, biting his thumb in Benvolio's general direction.

[keep_the_peace]

"Wouldst have me waste away, I see. Incredibly heartless!"

[bymyheelies]

“Ay,” he says solemnly, taking a sip of his Pepper PhD. “All so I should not have to give thee a tour.” He was going to make another kind of joke; but it is easier to joke about one’s own death when one is not faced with the man whose arms he died in.

[keep_the_peace]

"Alas, all thy plans ruined," he says, rather than make any sort of joke that continues the theme of dying. "Wilt have to suffer my company longer."

[bymyheelies]

"Suffer indeed, for I have spent months pining for thee."

[keep_the_peace]

The remnants of his smile fade. "Aye, it has been the longest two months of my life, without thee or Romeo."

[bymyheelies]

"It hath been a year for me," he says quietly, and hops down from his perch to give Benvolio another brief hug. He doesn't quite deposit himself on his lap, he is too sober for that; but he's definitely considering it.