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were the closets playing pranks on anyone else yesterday?

[ faith's morning had started with a rather ... rural wake up call. she'd really hoped the little bastard would just disappear overnight. instead, he woke her up at the crack of dawn to a room full of feathers and pecked drywall.

eventually she'll have to just ... accept her new fowl-ler. into the diner for breakfast, where he's actually quite patient (and fond of toast). on to the gym for her morning workout, where apparently he needs a nap after all that strenuous crowing.

his cocky attitude returns in the library, where faith had planned hanging out for about an hour, learning about the supernatural elements of other worlds. she would've been better served looking up ways to keep him quiet, once it's clear he's going to continue hollering. amid glares and shushing, she scoops him up and tries apologizing over the noise before giving one particular patron the bird.

she practically books it out, rooster tucked under her arm. and as she makes her way, she doesn't notice the mess he leaves behind along the hallways. a trail of feathers and excrement leading to angel investigations, where the closet still refuses to cooperate and give her a cage. at least the cock is having fun with the pile of bic ballpoints beside her. ]

do leashes work on chickens?

[ by the end of the night, she's given up. the stupid thing even follows her to the bar where at least the corn nuts seem to satisfy him. she can nap at one of the tables, right...? ]

( ooc | feel free to catch her anywhere / make up somewhere else to find faith wrangling a mother clucking rooster as she goes about her day :3 )

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[There are feathers and bird droppings in the hallway. It's weird enough and Alistair has enough free time on his hands that he follows the trail to its source, just down from his own room as it turns out. He's passed by the place before but hasn't really looked inside yet, so it's as good a time as any to stick his head inside and see what it is and if this is going to be happening a lot.

The droppings lead right to a chicken and its owner, sitting in the fancy suite like they both belong there. Which still manages to be weird even in a mansion filled with weirdness. He stands there studying them both for a moment, a smirk spreading across his face, before finally speaking up-]

...You know those things make terrible pets, right? It's left a mess all through the halls and there's not even enough feathers to stuff a pillow with.

[Yes he does think he's funny. But she's got a pet chicken and so has no room to judge anyone.]

Git!

[ addressing the bird, faith throws her arm in the its general vicinity atop the seat of the sofa, feathers fluttering as it darts out of reach to the other side. her knee bends, boot giving her purchase to stay upright. ]

Yeah, and never shuts the hell up.

[ faith speaks at the ceiling before she raises her head off the blue sofa. back leaned up against the plush blue material with her butt on the floor, it's probably clear she'd like nothing more than a nap at this moment. the chicken, at least, has found something more interesting than her hair to peck.

which gives her a moment to blink a few times as she takes in the sight of the giant medieval ginger before her. her tone lifts, incredulity tampered only mildly by genuine curiosity. ]

You had a pet chicken?

Me, a pet chicken? No, of course not! Who in their right mind would think that was a good idea?

[Alistair smirks at her pointedly as he wanders further inside, taking the fact she's talking to him as an invitation to look around. The mansion still manages to confuse him with places like this that don't seem to fit with the rest of the building. It makes him wonder what else he could find here.

As he wanders over to his host he explains-] There were chickens in Redcliffe, where I grew up. Got chased by them once and fell in the lake.

[He manages to sound rather happy about the story. Fond childhood memories there. Alistair prods at the pet in question, yanking his hand back with a yelp a moment later as the bird expresses its dislike of the attention.]

See? Bad tempered, evil creatures. Terrible as pets.

[ faith chuckles, sitting up a little straighter to get a better vantage of his harassment of the angry bird. ]

Think he likes you. I'm Faith, by the way. You come in here for help with something?

[ she starts to get up then, in preparation for telling him angel's somewhere around here but that she doesn't really take point on this part of the gig. or ... any part of it just yet. first she's gotta dust all these feathers off herself, ugh. ]

Alistair.

[He turns to face her properly, doing his best to appear serious and concerned. It's only half-way successful, his eyes sparkling with amusement despite himself.]

I did.... I came looking for help in solving the mystery of the bird droppings mysteriously appearing inside. Do you think you can help me figure out the answer? [So yeah, he's just nosy. He grins again, giving up on the act entirely.] Is that what you do here? Solve problems for people?

[ a laugh bursts out of her at that, and faith starts shaking her head, vigorously. ]

Yeah but no bird poop, sorry. You got a demon or a curse to take down? No problem.

[ faith does move to the door though, to get a look at the mess she trailed in here. wow. yeah. that's ... pretty bad. the mansion cleans itself up right...? ]

[Her answer has the exact opposite affect on Alistair, all traces of humour vanishing as he looks around warily, half-expecting a demon to appear on cue. Today would have to be the day he left his sword behind for once. Why had that seemed like a good idea again?]

Funny, when I arrived everyone was telling me there's no demons here. Now you're saying there are?

[He can handle a demon or two on his own - if he's not unarmed. So he'd rather have some warning if it turns out all those people reassuring him were wrong.]

Chill, Carrot Top. No big bads to ruin the day right now.

[ it's only kind of a bluff. faith's not like omniscient or anything. she's not even half niscient. half scient? whatever... ]

Shit happens here all the time, though. Anything's possible when you wake up in the morning.

...Carrot top?

[That's actually a new one for him. Much better than other things he's been called and normally he'd be happy to respond in turn. But he's a little preoccupied with the said possible big bads at that moment sorry.]

Just to be clear, what you're saying is that you have seen demons here before but there's none right now? But there might be tomorrow?

[Look, knowing if there are or are not going to be demons is important. Demons are not known for being fun or good company or anything else pleasant. They're like the worst possible kind of uninvited guest.]

I'd like some warning if one is going to pop up suddenly, that's all.

Yeah, Mansion's not really big on warning, sorry.

[ faith stops her trek back to the sofa, standing in the middle of the room as she cross her arms over her chest. ]

Hang on, are you fresh meat?

[Ugh. So there will be demons. And no way to tell when they'll show up, like a really bad house guest. Hurrah. He's so not going anywhere without his sword from now on. And maybe he should reconsider not wearing armour whilst here.]

Not that fresh. I've been here... A month? A little longer?

[He shrugs and begins counting things off on his fingers as he lists them.] I just got my hopes up you know? Nothing- Less things trying to kill me, free food, a real bed... OK, the people you've never met before telling you who they think you're supposed to be gets a bit old but so long as you don't mind sticking your fingers in your ears and humming really loudly sometimes it's not a big deal. And then you had to go and ruin it. You dashed all my hopes, I hope you're happy!

[Dramatic enough? What if he puts his hands on his hips and attempts to (ineffectively) glower at her? No?]

[ she shrugs, totally not even about to take responsibility for all this. ]

Guess I'm just used to it. At least we get some downtime. Still a paradise for the people around here that come from after the ends of their worlds. Or lives.

[ see? there's totally a bright side, dude. faith reaches her destination, and picks up a greasy bag before shoving a few fries into her mouth. after a moment of contemplation, she holds the bag out toward alistair to enjoy her greasy potato delights. ]

I- Huh. You're not serious. There can't really be people here who are dead. And not possessed.

[Someone else had mentioned to him when he arrived that it could happen but he's yet to see anything of the sort. It's hard to really believe - strange other worlds are one thing but if there are places where death has no meaning then why would the Maker force people to endure such loss elsewhere? It seems cruel when He is supposed to still care for His children.

Alistair is jerked out of his thoughts by the offer - all doubts aside, he isn't going to turn down food and it's preferable to thinking over questions he's not sure he's equipped to answer. He grabs a handful of the things and crams them into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully before exclaiming around a mouthful-]

Those are good! What are they?

[ she smirks, nodding in agreement. ]

French fried salty goodness, big guy. From the diner.

[ the bag gets pressed into his palm, and faith waves him on. go ahead and kill it, dude. ]

So, OK. I'm guessing you're from a pretty normal world. No magic, no weekly apocalypses or anything like that?

[He'll definitely have to remember these for later. For now, that bag isn't going to survive long at all.]

Oh there's plenty of magic back home. I'm not a mage myself but- [He shrugs. Magic is normal if not commonly seen by most people.] Not sure about the apocalypse - does it count as weekly when you've been trying to stop the same one for nearly a year?

[The Blight has definitely been around every week, just not always immediately threatening them so maybe not?]

You kidding? The ones that won't just end are the worst.

[ give her the big fight over a long drawn-out struggle any day, even if it means a lot more hurt. faith ticks off on one hand and she recalls the details of their conversation: ]

So, magic, possession, and demons. If you're looking for a vacation, the bar's a good place to start.

[ then again, he's never even had fries. angel investigations helps the hopeless, right? carrot top here seems to need some guidance on that front, and faith can certainly oblige. ]

Probably movies in the library you can check out, I dunno. What kinda fun do you get up to wherever you come from?

You have no idea. [Seriously. No one needs to tell him the Blight is the worst.] After that being here is already kind of like a vacation. Nothing's tried to kill me for days!

[And he can bathe whenever he wants to. In hot water. It's pretty amazing even if he does now need to be careful of surprise demons.]

Back home? The usual stuff. Card games. Drinking. [So maybe the bar wouldn't be a bad place to visit.] Not dying... Annoying people in camp. [Both intentionally and not. He's good at that.] Arguing with people in camp. [Mostly intentionally.]

I think I saw one of those 'movies' here. They're the moving pictures right?

Yeah, that's right. When are you from? Cause I know some people from like, way back in the day. I mean-- not that annoying people and arguing changes much through the years, I guess.

[ his personal preferences will definitely make choosing movies easier. something tells her he'd dig the full bill murray treatment??? ]

When? [Right. Different times as well as places. That gets a bit frustrating but what can you do?] The year is 9:30 Dragon back home.

[That should clear everything right up.]

And I don't really annoy people that much. Unless they're touchy.

[He has to defend himself here lest she get the ~~right~~ wrong idea about him.]

Hold up, go back. What the hell is 9:30 Dragon supposed to mean?

[ right. different worlds. gotta remember that, considering she herself has been to one other. ]

That sounds like some Lord of the Rings crap right there.

It's the year. The 30th year of the Dragon Age?

[Like, isn't that obvious? ...Apparently not if she's talking about rings or something.]

How do they do it where you're from?

Oh. We just say it's two-thousand seven. Not as cool as dragons though.

[ seriously dragons > jesus in faith's humble opinion. ]

So, are they like a norm or something? Am I gonna wake up to the Dragon Age one of these mornings?

Huh. That's weird. Two-thousand and seven what?

[Dragons may sound cool but just wait till one has tried to eat you. They're much less likable then.]

What, you mean are dragons going to show up here? [He pulls a face.] Maker I hope not!

...But if there could be demons I guess so. [Ugh.]

Years. Two-thousand and seven years. [ record-skip-- hang on ]

Wait, you said you've been here a month? You know this place is all about snacking on memories, right? When things go sideways, it's someone's world coming out to play.

[ seriously frodo get it together ]

Anything possible in your world is now possible here.

Right, sure. Anything's possible.

[The place is weird yeah but... Well, he hasn't really seen anything go sideways yet.]

But dragons are kind of big and angry and don't just- [He waves a hand about vaguely.] Appear out of nowhere. Demons do.

[So he's still going with a 'no dragons' policy here sorry.]

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