Private Contact (Foolish Mortals Archive)

[keyofimagination]

If you need to contact The Narrator, all you need to do is call out for him and he will appear in your proximity within a few moments. You don't need to worry about whether he heard you or not; he hears you.

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[keyofimagination]

[From behind her a familiar voice speaks up. If Thalia turns around she'll find the Narrator standing there, as if he was in the room the whole time.]

As long as you don't plan on destroying the clothes, you are using this room right.

[He knows perfectly well that Thalia is not referring to the Coat Check room itself.]

[sentree]

[ Oh, lovely. She's used to magically appearing people, so that doesn't really surprise her. You have to be, when you work for a goddess. Still, she turns and rolls her eyes at him. ]

Oh, thank you. I was so confused about how to use a coat check.

[keyofimagination]

[He looks amused.]

Were you in need of something?

[sentree]

Yeah. [ Here comes the question, she looks awkward. ]

...Do you have any...cosmetics?

[keyofimagination]

[He raises an eyebrow in confusion.]

Cosmetics? Do you need them for something?

[sentree]

I can go without them. But, see...I have a "deal" with Ursula...and she told me, get as many from the Coat Check as I can find.

[ She holds out her arms to gesture around her, at the room she has thoroughly looked through, and, well. ]

I'm out of luck.

[keyofimagination]

You made a deal... with Ursula.

[There is a slight judging tone in his voice.]

There are no cosmetics in the Coat Check, nor are there any in the floors you have access to. However, depending on how badly you need them I can make an arrangement for you.

[sentree]

Don't get on my case, I know, I heard her song.

[ Don't you judge her, mister creepy hotel tower man. ]

It's... It's not like, dire? It's for a shirt, but it's also...to keep the peace with her. Get on her good side since we got off on the wrong foot-slash-tentacle.

[keyofimagination]

[He'll judge all he wants.]

I'll see what I can do. I am aware that she doesn't have her magic anymore, but I don't want to risk another fight in this hotel.

[Makes a pointed glance at Thalia.]

Was there anything in particular you need?

[sentree]

[ A helpless little shrug, re: fights. Only consensual fighting from now on, promise! ]

Eye-shadow and lipstick, mostly. In her...shades, you saw how she looked that first day, before it started fading. Nail polish?

[keyofimagination]

[He ponders this for a moment before nodding.]

I can arrange that. Do you need them right now or by a certain time?

[sentree]

Mmm... Soon as possible, I would say? So she's not hanging over me.

[keyofimagination]

I will be back in a little while, in that case.

[And as he says that, he's gone. It takes him about ten minutes before he returns, and when he does he has a small gift basket with all the cosmetics Thalia has requested.]

If she is not pleased with this, let me know so I can fix it.

[sentree]

[ In the time he's gone, she'll...tidy up a little. Put a few things back that she absolutely threw around looking for makeup, that kind of thing. His reappearance surprises her; he didn't just make it out of nowhere, it seems. He had to go somewhere to get it. That's...

She'll unpack it later. ]

Wow, uhh, thanks Roddy. For a guy encouraging us to kill each other, you're at least considerate about requests.

[keyofimagination]

[He shakes his head as he hands the basket to her.]

As I've stated, I do want to make sure your stay here is as comfortable as possible. After all, I'm not unaware to how horrible murder is.

[sentree]

[ ...He's not correcting Roddy so congrats, buddy, it's your nickname now. She takes the basket. ]

So why you doin' this, then? It's not some...whim. At least it doesn't seem like it. Your job seems a little contradictory.

[keyofimagination]

[Well he supposes that there are worst nicknames out there.]

I've been doing this my entire existence. You just have the rare opportunity to interact with me.

[sentree]

But what's the point, I mean. Why?

[keyofimagination]

What's the point in anything, when you really think about it?

[I mean...]

But to be more direct, I'm fascinated by mortals and their strange encounters in this dimension, and I've taken to documenting any and all encounters I witness.

In a sense, you could say this is my purpose in life.

[sentree]

...Yeah, that seems more like most immortals I've met. [ Excuse her bitter tone, she really should get that looked at. ]

So you're a passive kind that's actually interacting with your "story" for once. And whoever you're working...with, they're just content to sit back?

[keyofimagination]

You're exactly right. I will admit, it's a rather strange reversal of what I usually do.

[sentree]

So what's changed this time?

[keyofimagination]

It was a part of the agreement. I would interact with everyone on a more personal level so that they wouldn't have to show their face as often.

[sentree]

And why agree to that? Just because it's...interesting?

[keyofimagination]

Let's just say they drove a hard bargain.