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Jun. 14th, 2016 07:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Due moltiplicato per due fa 4. 4 moltiplicato per 4 fa sedici. Sedici è due moltiplicato per due moltiplicato per due, quadrato 4, come il gioco.
[This is what he sends while he's still in his room, still contemplating where he is, and why, if there is a why. Sometimes there isn't, and he knows that; sometimes people attack you for no reason, simply because you're in a position of power, even if they don't have an issue with you specifically. This is what he's learning. It's not paranoia if you're right.]
[The message will draw appropriate attention if it's there to be drawn. If it's not, as he suspects, it'll pass unnoticed or at least ignored by most people and will draw out those who speak Italian or have short tempers or both.]
[He can't stay here forever, of course, so after about half an hour he steps out of his room and into the hall. He's an obvious new arrival, since he's inspecting the mansion with extreme and unfamiliar care, but he doesn't quite seem afraid. Curious, yes, annoyed, definitely, but afraid, no. He moves with the quiet grace he's accustomed to, the only real acquiescence to the situation a gentle frown and a slightly pinched brow.]
[He explores everywhere, and thoroughly, so it takes awhile; even so, he spends extra time in some places. The library fascinates him in the way that only a total nerd can be fascinated by an apparently infinite library, but he manages to tear himself away after only forty-five minutes cradling a tome on rainforest insects that never existed on Earth and never will. The kitchen holds him a little bit longer, because at first he's delighted by the plenty offered by the cupboards, and then he's terrified (again, always) at letting someone else control what and when he eats. He's all tense what-ifs until he gets to the ballroom, where he stays for a little while simply because it's pretty, and pretty things soothe him.]
[It's not until he gets past the gardens into the forest that the switch flips, quite neatly, from frustration and uncertainty to anger. The reason is fairly predictable. All the same, he looks at most mildly bothered, leaning one hand on the nearest tree trunk when the video switches on.]
If anyone has a moment and it's not too much trouble, I'd appreciate if you could tell me what the hell is wrong with this forest. There's not a thing in here but the trees.
[A beat.]
Obviously I have a laundry list of other questions, but really.
( ooc ; feel free to catch him anywhere in the mansion or on the grounds for the action portion! )
[This is what he sends while he's still in his room, still contemplating where he is, and why, if there is a why. Sometimes there isn't, and he knows that; sometimes people attack you for no reason, simply because you're in a position of power, even if they don't have an issue with you specifically. This is what he's learning. It's not paranoia if you're right.]
[The message will draw appropriate attention if it's there to be drawn. If it's not, as he suspects, it'll pass unnoticed or at least ignored by most people and will draw out those who speak Italian or have short tempers or both.]
[He can't stay here forever, of course, so after about half an hour he steps out of his room and into the hall. He's an obvious new arrival, since he's inspecting the mansion with extreme and unfamiliar care, but he doesn't quite seem afraid. Curious, yes, annoyed, definitely, but afraid, no. He moves with the quiet grace he's accustomed to, the only real acquiescence to the situation a gentle frown and a slightly pinched brow.]
[He explores everywhere, and thoroughly, so it takes awhile; even so, he spends extra time in some places. The library fascinates him in the way that only a total nerd can be fascinated by an apparently infinite library, but he manages to tear himself away after only forty-five minutes cradling a tome on rainforest insects that never existed on Earth and never will. The kitchen holds him a little bit longer, because at first he's delighted by the plenty offered by the cupboards, and then he's terrified (again, always) at letting someone else control what and when he eats. He's all tense what-ifs until he gets to the ballroom, where he stays for a little while simply because it's pretty, and pretty things soothe him.]
[It's not until he gets past the gardens into the forest that the switch flips, quite neatly, from frustration and uncertainty to anger. The reason is fairly predictable. All the same, he looks at most mildly bothered, leaning one hand on the nearest tree trunk when the video switches on.]
If anyone has a moment and it's not too much trouble, I'd appreciate if you could tell me what the hell is wrong with this forest. There's not a thing in here but the trees.
[A beat.]
Obviously I have a laundry list of other questions, but really.
( ooc ; feel free to catch him anywhere in the mansion or on the grounds for the action portion! )