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Winter RP: The Citadel

It's late afternoon, just approaching evening, and one of the less-imposing reception rooms in the Citadel at the heart of the City of Glass is lit up by a glorious sunset. The dry heat of the desert day is starting to die off; the temperature sits at a pleasant level now.

The walls of the room are made of thick, solid glass panes, in deceptively delicate white stone frames. They are punctuated at regular intervals by wall hangings embroidered with intricate geometric patterns, in green and gold. There is a large, extravagant rug, woven in similar colors, covering the floor. The ceiling, high above, is more glass, fogged, and gilded around the edges to match the gold in the tapestries.

One wall is dominated by a pair of double doors that swing open onto an enclosed pleasure garden, with carefully maintained flowers climbing the walls and a murmuring fountain in the center. There are white gravel paths marking out four regular quadrants.

The portals are opening once again...

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Getting stabbed was an awful experience. Isshiri wouldn't recommend it to anyone. It didn't hurt as much as getting burned, maybe, but between the bloodloss and the fever it had left the world fuzzy and uncertain on the edges for days.

That part, at least, seemed mostly past, but he still got dizzy a lot faster than he liked, and his balance was shot all to hell again. And, once again, he tripped and staggered against a wall, which turned out to be a door, which led to--

Well, that was strange. He could've sworn he was on the opposite end of the palace from the green reception room.

He put a hand out and steadied himself against the wall, waiting for the room to settle around him, then looked to see if he was alone.

"Okay what the fuck," Morgan said aloud.

Zie had intended to go have a coffee. A nice, long coffee, plus the free wifi, was worth the risk of being misgendered. And zie had really been looking forward to it, too, which was why this place was both unexpected and unwelcome. And... deeply weird, who built things with glass?

Morgan scowled at the general company.

((Morgan is very androgynous in appearance, and that's the extent of my knowledge.))

"I wish I knew," Isshiri said, to the person who had suddenly joined him. "I thought I was on the other side of the palace entirely." Come to think of it, this had happened a couple times when he was little, but he'd half-thought he'd made those up. Gods knew he'd never lacked for imagination.

With care, he pushed himself away from the wall until he could balance again, and smiled at the newcomer. "My name is Isshiri."

"Uh," Morgan said, and assessed him for a minute. He didn't look like he could cause trouble, but he was apparently a man, and they always could. Maybe just... stay mad. "Hi. Where the fuck is this?"

"One of the reception rooms in the palace," he said, then wobbled a little and caught himself on the wall again. "Not one we use very much, but I think it was Queen Lesshura's favorite."

Morgan considered that.

"Okay," zie said. "In order. What fucking palace, who the fuck is Queen Lesshura, and what fucking country am I even in?"

That was probably how most adults responded to situations like this, rather than thinking they were an even more exciting adventure.

"In order, the palace in the City of Glass, Queen Lesshura died a little less than thirty years ago, and...well, the country is also the City of Glass, or usually just Glass." He considered briefly, then added, "Glass is a desert kingdom, if that helps." The people he'd spoken to when he'd been sent places as a child had named cities and countries he'd never heard of, after all. There was a chance that Glass was as foreign to this person as New York had been to him.

Morgan threw the one arm that wasn't currently occupied holding zir laptop bag up into the air. "Nope," zie said. "Nope, fuck this, this is obviously some kind of weird fever dream. Nope! All aboard the nope train to Nopeville, with stops in Nopesylvania and Nopeistan!"

Isshiri blinked several times, and hid a smile. "...well, if it helps, I'm pretty sure this happened to me a couple times when I was little, and it always wore off after a couple of hours. At least, it felt like a couple of hours, I don't think any time passed before I got back. No one acted like they'd missed me, anyway."

Like anyone would miss zir. Well, maybe the people at the coffee shop. And Paige. And zir employers, and coworkers. And probably zir brother, in a restrained, brother-like way. Okay, people would miss zir. "Well," Morgan said, "if I'm going to be in a fucked up fever dream, it's good to know it doesn't last, I guess. I'm Morgan."

Isshiri bowed a little, and wobbled again. "It's nice to meet you, Morgan. My name's Isshiri. ...I think I said that already, sorry."

Not like Morgan had remembered it, but it would probably be rude to say that. "Yeah, well, nice to meet you anyway, I guess. Make new friends and all that Girl Scout crap."

"Friends are always good," Isshiri agreed. "What's a Girl Scout?" He let go of the wall again, and this time stayed mostly steady.

Well. That was a thing Morgan had never had to think about explaining. "Uh... it's a kind of group for girls, where they learn how to do stuff? I don't know. They sell really delicious cookies though."

"...something like a guild of bakers, who are all young girls?" Isshiri guessed. That seemed a little odd. Or maybe they were more like an underground organization that sold cookies to fund its...whatever it was that underground organizations did. Spy on people, maybe, and probably plot things, or something. Riluke might have been interested in something like that, when she was young. "What sort of things do they learn?"

Morgan opened zir mouth, paused, and said, "Uh, well, not really. There's nothing underground about them. They're... uh. I don't really know what they learn. Maybe they secretly run the world. And I for one welcome our new cookie-bearing preteen overlords."

Isshiri considered that for a minute. "Well, I can think of worse overlords. At least these come with cookies." Idly, he rubbed at his neck. Definitely something to mention to Riluke. For all he knew, she'd take the idea and find a way to set up a Girl Scout network of her own.

Morgan laughed. "For real, right? It's better than some presidents we've had. And some... monarchs or whatever you've had, I'm sure."

"Well, my great-uncle has been king since long before I was born, and I don't think he's done too badly," Isshiri said. "But, yes, there have been...bad ones in the past. And elsewhere on the continent, there are..." He realized where his hand was and dropped it. "But I shouldn't speak for their people, probably."

"People do it all the time where I'm from," Morgan said. "Of course, we also suck. Because fuck America, that's why."

"I suppose it would be rude to ask for details?" Isshiri said, before he could stop himself, then smiled sheepishly and tried to apologize. "I'm sorry. My cousin calls me recklessly curious, and she's absolutely right. I just...I like to travel. I want to go everywhere some day, see everything the world has to offer. No matter how awful some parts of 'everywhere' are..." On cue, he wobbled again, almost missing the wall and falling this time. I should probably sit down... Nolani would probably be upset with him.

Morgan squinted at him. "You okay? Falling down and going boom is only fun in the movies."

He flushed a little. "Mostly, I think. I got stabbed a little while ago. But it's healed now. Sorry, I thought I was being discreet..."

Not that discretion was really much of a thing for him, but he'd tried.

Discretion? Weird thing to think about when sick. "Obviously not all the way," Morgan said. "Should probably sit down. Are there chairs around here? Do you guys even sit down for anything? Or are you like those weird hipster bars where everybody just stands around looking bored?"

((Aha, Morgan is also fat!))

"I'm not sure what a hipster is," Isshiri said thoughtfully. "But mostly this room is used for balls and semi-formal receptions. A lot of standing around, wandering around, mingling and chatting and flirting. I get bored, but my sister loves them. And there should be chairs along the back wall, yes."

((yay for more details :D ))

Edited 2015-02-28 05:19 (UTC)

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