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.

Comments are screened for privacy. After all, what narrator would go around revealing everyone's secrets?

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[anasty]

[ Now that she's back in her room and in the midsts of filling her tub with water ( that took an embarrassing amount of time to figure out ), she addresses her bathroom mirror at a growl as she fusses with her hair. ]

Alright Tall, Inky, and Blinky, who does a girl around here have to kill to speak to the Manager?

[keyofimagination]

[... He knows what's going on, but it is still slightly odd that she's calling him right before taking a bath.

Either way, hi, he's suddenly standing right next to her.]

Already considering offing somebody, I see.

[anasty]

No offense, but this isn't really my aesthetic...

[ She waves a little. ]

And I don't appreciate feeling like the new resident mop every time I want to go somewhere because your staff don't know how to keep a clean house. It's awful! You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

[ One tentacle attempts to poke him in the chest for emphasis. ]

[keyofimagination]

[The tentacle goes right through him.]

I must remind you that I don't have a staff, and this hotel has been abandoned for a long time.

On a related note, there is no management to "speak to", unless you're referring to the person who's keeping you here.

[anasty]

[ It's bothersome there's no option for her to physically bully him - it's such a big factor in her usual sales pitch modus operandi.

Nevertheless, she twirls towards him more fully, putting on a toothy smile. ]

Well, you know I'd be happy to spruce the place up for you in a much more efficacious way. There's just one teensy little thing I need...

[ The index finger she puts up curls to be more of a claw, her brief cheerful tone reverting down to a growl. ]

My magic. Whoever locked it away, that's who I want to speak to.

[keyofimagination]

[If The Narrator was at all intimidated by that, he doesn't show it.]

The person who took your magic isn't here right now, and I have my doubts that you'll be able to speak to them for awhile.

[anasty]

[ The purpose of the running water becomes a little more clear as Ursula's volume begins to rise and rise. ]

Well why in the seven seas not?!

More importantly, why does that doddering Merlin get his magic and I don't? And don't you dare try to say he doesn't! I watched him turn into a mouse without so much as a toodle-loo!

[keyofimagination]

Because, if I recall, your powers tend to be more dangerous. While with Merlin, self transformation is a more benevolent ability. But if I see him turn into a dragon I'll make sure he won't be able to do that again.

[anasty]

So you do have the power to alter his abilities!

[ She snarls, accusing. ]

But that makes no sense. I thought the object of this game was to murder one another? Why would you want to suppress danger?

[keyofimagination]

So those who don't have magic or weapons can stand a chance in this hotel. I would rather not have everything end on the first week because someone with unlimited power decided to kill everyone else in this hotel.

[anasty]

[ Ursula sniffs. If that's a veiled criticism about her, she won't hear it and she won't respond to it. ]

Let's move on.

[ In fact, she moves right through him towards the tub, dipping in a few of her tentacles to test the temperature of the water and making minor adjustments with two of the others. ]

The last thing I remember before coming here, I was in the middle of something big...

[ She looks over her shoulder, watching him to see if there's any sign of recognition. How much does he know...? ]

[keyofimagination]

[He nods, seeming to completely understand what she was talking about.]

Ah yes, that. And you're curious how we were able to get you here, or...?

[anasty]

I want to know where I'll be when I win this game.

[keyofimagination]

My, are you eager.

[He seems almost amused.]

We can promise to put you somewhere safe if you win, as it defeats the purpose of winning if the winner just dies.

[anasty]

Ursula is no loser, Nate.

You should know I get what I want... eventually.

Of course, I can't help but feel you've stacked the odds against me, especially with that little stunt you pulled last night. It's almost as if you wanted me to start the blood-bath right then.

[keyofimagination]

I'll let you in on a little secret, Ursula:

I'm really not a fan of murderers or bloodbaths. I would never personally encourage anyone to commit mass murder.

[anasty]

Oh, I see now. You don't like me.

[ She moues, briefly feigning hurt before moving back to something more sly. ]

Well, since we're being honest, I don't much care for murder myself.

It's so final.

[keyofimagination]

[He folds his arms, clearly not impressed.]

Might I ask if that's a threat?

[anasty]

On the contrary, darling! I'm trying to reassure you.

How awful it must be, for someone with no taste for murder to have to watch this.

[keyofimagination]

[Somehow, he's not feeling very reassured.]

You become numb to it when you have witnessed murder for as long as I have.

[anasty]

So what?

[ She turns fully towards him now, pushing herself back into his space as if it were always hers and he just her tenant. Maybe she can't touch him, but this close it's hard to escape her inspection. ]

If you swim in a cold sea long enough, you'll become numb to it - that doesn't mean you want to live there. It doesn't mean you don't dream about the Caribbean.

So tell me, Rod, is that your end here? One last show before you can be warm again?

[keyofimagination]

[He seems really amused now as he shakes his head.]

That's an interesting theory you have there, but as I said, the reason why I'm doing this isn't important to any of you.

[anasty]

[ Hm. Ursula taps her chin, her smile only flagging down to something closed-mouth. ]

Then is there any harm in telling someone who's curious?

[keyofimagination]

I have a feeling that you would try offering the very same thing in return for my soul if I told you.

[Like, it's hardly a mystery there, Ursula.]

[anasty]

[ She laughs, amused and guilt-free. ]

Are you honestly sure that's not what you're doing already?