badfic_manor | Bout 1 || [Accidental Video/In Person]

[Katherine isn't in any of the rooms in either of her houses, that's instantly evident. The walls don't look thick enough by half, and there aren't nearly enough blankets on the bed. This place must be miserable in winter, although Katherine supposes that since she doesn't know how she arrived she could well be on one of the islands, like the one her uncle and Master St Vier went to, where it doesn't ever snow. ]

Duke? Master St. Vier?

[Of course if that were the case then she would expect things to look more...primitive, and while they certainly look weird now, Katherine doesn't think primitive is the right word. Katherine draws her knife, leaving the sword in its scabbard for now. The knife can be thrown if she comes up against someone armed, and there's always a certain risk associated with drawing the sword. Katherine still has no desire to kill anyone, and bringing a sword against someone untrained in the art of fighting seems like an easy way to mess up and let that happen.]

Marcus? Artemisia?

[Is this why her uncle the Duke went mad, because there's a room like this in the house that he got trapped in?]

If there's anyone who can hear me, it would end best for you if you were to come out now. I demand to know where you've brought me.

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[Not the worst he's ever seen, but still, armed and jumpy = time to put down the blackberry and venture into the hallways to find this person.]

[He's wearing his usual suit, no visible weapons, and keeping his hands where they're visible - nothing to register as threatening.]

Milady? I'm afraid you're not going to find the person responsible - none of us have been able to - but I might be able to at least answer some questions.

[Katherine stares at him for a long moment, before tucking the knife back into its sheath. She's only trained for formal duels, pretty much, which makes this not a situation a blade will help in. That doesn't mean she's not upset.]

Where am I, how did I get here and why am I in a bedroom that isn't mine?

[Putting the knife away is good; at least it means there's enough calm to talk things over and back off from being overtly "threatening".]

None of us are sure how we got here yet. You're in a place called the Manor; it's - hard to explain, but this place is basically a realm unto itself, cut off from any of our worlds; there's a number of other people who've been brought here, myself among them, and from what we've been able to tell, the person behind it is outside of this place - nobody can directly contact her.

And, at least for as long as you're here, the room is yours - it's very difficult for someone else to break in.

[Now to see how well this sinks in before going on to the rest of the crazy...]

I don't see how I can trust you, on the room being mine, or secure.

[Katherine scowls at the thought, it's not really a pleasant one, and it's the part that's sticking more than the idea that she's been 'brought here', although she'd love to get her hands on the person who did it.]

I can't say I blame you; this place is - bizarre, to say the least, and there's certainly no crime in wanting to test things or being wary of the words of a stranger. I wish I could tell you there was an easy way home, but as far as we can tell, it's another thing up to the Author's whims.

[Oh, wouldn't they all? As much as Saguru's granted that the girl doesn't seem aware of what she's doing, and is a bit less rage-filled for that, he'd certainly LOVE to make sure she understood what she's been putting them all through.]

[Katherine fixes her mind on that fact.]

There is a way home, though? You said I couldn't directly contact her...are there indirect methods that work?

[Katherine's a noble, she's used to all sorts of ways of indirectly contacting people]

[He nods; but he's not hiding that he's slightly uncertain on this one.]

I've heard that you can get some sort of contact by writing on the walls in the dance studio; I know people have made bargains with her before, but the nature of that - I couldn't really ask them how they did it. [The paranoid gits probably wouldn't have answered, anyway.]

There's also - a rabbit that occasionally makes himself known; he seems stuck in some sort of middle-man position, although we're not sure how clear the communication is; he may be more of a mouthpiece than something capable of relaying to her.

Understood.

[A firm nod.]

Thank you for your assistance, in this. What sort of realm is this Manor? Is it very dangerous?

It can be. This will probably sound a little insane, but - reality isn't very stable here, and from what we can gather, the "Author" in control of it is a teenage girl who doesn't realize that it's real; so whatever idea for what would be 'an interesting story' that pops into her head, gets made real and inflicted on us. Sometimes it's just annoying, or a little hard on your dignity, and sometimes ... it's hordes of the undead or your fears being made real. [He's still worn and frayed after last week, after all, and as well-dressed as he is, he might not've shaken the smell of fish and water plants yet.] This month's likely to stay hazardous; I know the calendar she's working under, and there's a holiday coming up that's usually surrounded with ghost stories and the more frightening legends.

[Katherine raises her eyebrow at him.]

..Ghosts? This 'Author' might be a silly little girl, but I am not, to be frightened by such stories.

[His face turns more serious, with - well, the way this week is going? Sure, his ghost is harmless, but... and after last week...it's definitely the sort of frown that goes along with personal experience, of the bad sort.]

However silly some of these "stories" would be where we're all from, they're less silly when they're being made real. I just spent half a week in a koi pond trying not to get ripped to pieces by something that'd been a 'silly childhood story' to me.

[Katherine doesn't look very convinced.]

...I don't even see how that's possible. My apologies if you're not making fun, but this place sounds impossible, as you describe it.

[Ah, back to how silly this sounds - and he hadn't even gotten to the squirrels yet.] It's alright; as I said - there's some things I really can't expect anyone to take at face value; I'm a detective back home, and I know how mad a lot of this sounds.

Is there any magic in your world, or are any unusual powers known...?

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