~ Tнє Pαяα∂σχ Hσυѕє ~ now back to regularly scheduled chaos

Adrian hadn't expected this to turn into a question and answer season, but he was find with it. It really didn't matter to him if Archie started asking him nosy questions. That meant he got to ask some in return, didn't it?
Either way, he had to wait a couple seconds so he could be sure his concentration wouldn't be broken. Then he slowly continued nudging the ducks into his little collection, saying, "I'm from a lot of different places. I move around." His voice almost sounded old then, even though it was coming from such a small and blond haloed face. "But you can say I'm from Wallachia." Was if safe to say that? He wasn't sure. But he also wasn't afraid. His father could take care of any trouble. "What about you?" he asked. "Where are you from?"
If Archie just payed attention to where Adrian was looking, than he was asking one of the rubber ducks or maybe his sword, but it was clear the question was directed at the god. Adrian was just very focused on what he was trying to do.

Rue couldn’t help her smile. It was nice, not being told she was too little to do anything by people who had no idea what her life was like. She’d seen the people in the capital. She knew she was probably more capable than over half of them. 
She didn’t want Clem to feel that way. Who knew what the other girl had gone through already, without her help? 
”They can be really bad.” She agreed. “But not always. Some of them are really good. Just, if we’re gonna do it, I need to know...have you ever been in a fight before?” 
Obviously Clementine didn’t look like a fighter, but neither did Rue. She thought she should at least ask. 

</div>Hange Zoe | Game Room | mintedstar/fur |

"Oh, that adds credibility to my hypothesis," said Hange brightly, turning to watch the bricks gather near the thief.  "My original theory was that this is some sort of board game.  Not one that exists in my world, but we have something similar that's played with dice.  It seems somewhat likely that the House has decided to play out its version of a dice game with us as the playable pieces...which means...."  

They looked back at the sheep, and a light seemed to go off in their head.  "Resources!"  they exclaimed suddenly, then looked at Myrnin, wondering if he'd beat them to that conclusion.  "If this is the type of game I think it is, we can roll dice to gather things we need.  Like when you gathered supplies before, you used them to build a road, right?  Therefore, I posit that every object we can obtain by rolling dice can be used to create or sustain something."  

Then, they tilted their head at the foul-mouthed thief, taking a moment to be impressed with the level of vulgarity the House seemed to be capable of.  "Ah...but I'd very much like to experiment with these ones more..." they said, almost whining.  "They're NPCs, and I've been after a chance to see how lifelike they really are for months now."

Matt | Spaceship room | mintedstar/fur |

Matt raced off after the Doctor, panting slightly as the clearly-in-better-shape entity gained ground. He turned briefly, checking to see if Anya was keeping up, but she was nowhere to be seen...she'd blinked out. So he turned back and ran ahead, finally catching up with the Doctor just in time to follow her into...

The control room. Matt realized what he was looking at instantly, and his mouth fell open a little as he stared at it, lost in the fantasy. It was built exactly like anyone who watches a lot of sci-fi would expect - the viewscreen stretching out in front of them, control panels lining the walls, and what Matt assumes to be the main control panel positioned neatly in the center of the room.

"Look!" he said, running to the central control panel and beginning to tap away at the buttons. The system wasn't very intuitive, but after several moments of struggle, the blank viewscreen changed to show a brilliant view of space, with the edge of a magnificent reddish-orange planet bordering the edge of the screen. "We're orbiting a planet, I think. That's why we're having fuel alarms - our orbit's decaying."

"Oh!" Spinel said softly, turning her attention to the tile he was pointing to, before nodding slightly at his next statements. "Okay- I'll try." With that, she ignored her worries, and with her eyes squinted and a comically intense look of concentration on her face, began to stretch her arm out almost horizontally, until it hovered over one of the tiles. Then, she sent in downwards, and pressing her index finger down gently, she couldn't help but mumble, "Boop." In a way, it was like a construction machine- timed and almost mechanical. As though a direct rebuttal to her thoughts previously.
She pressed the others silently, save for a small squeak when she almost hit a different tile by accident. The gem quickly pressed the correct one down, a small sigh of relief escaping her lips.
Once she had pressed all of the correct tiles down, she began to bring her arm back, it going close to the floor. "Alrighty- what's d'you think's gonna happen now-" As she spoke, her arm began to slowly drift downwards, until she suddenly realized it was gently skimming the floor now. Spinel jerked her head back, eyes wide, only to watch as it sailed in the air and hit the wall, causing a spiderweb of cracks around where she hit the stone.
She receded her arm fully back now with, a sheepish look on her face similar to a child who just broke something. "Sorry," The best friend gem simply said, gripping the hand and rubbing her knuckles slightly.

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Admittedly, Myrnin had never considered the House generated people very often. He had only run into a handful of them and often they had varying levels of intellect. These were some of the first ones that seemed to embody the idea of sarcasm itself.
"I thought it might be a game," he admitted. Then his eyebrows knitted together, a small crease coming between his eyes. "What does 'NPC' mean?" It sounded like 'text talk'. Which he had no knowledge of, as Claire well knew.
"And what exactly is the point, do you think?" he added. "I remember the instructions said some things about roads and buildings. Are we supposed to build over the board?"
He glanced at the thief. "And this seems rather reminiscent of highwaymen. Holding up travelers and things like that." He could have sworn he saw the thief smiling even from here.
"Do we just keep rolling the dice?" he added. "Or do we have to move places."
They had sheep and wheat and apparently the thief kept taking the bricks. Myrnin couldn't actually remember what you could make with either of those other than the fact that brick and wood (the latter of which they didn't have) made a road. He assumed the mountains produced something as well, though he had no idea what. Rock?
"Did we want to try to talk to them again?" he asked, nodding at the thieves. "Because I'm sure they probably have more silver. Arrows ... for example."
He probably shouldn't have suggested anything out loud ... though the House could probably read his mind.
Suddenly, about four thieves were aiming crossbows at them. They didn't even look phased.
"They very clearly want us to leave their square," Myrnin added with a mutter.

Myrnin | Masquerade Room | zeph! <Raintalon> but also mentioning ~∂єѕтιиу Shadepelt15 strider ®Hawkpath® Auransky and HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt

"Only if it's an ice age or some sort of shift in climate," said Myrnin slowly. "Take it from personal experience." Britain had experienced a mini Ice Age a while ago. He had been there. He thought he had been there. Probably. He remembered ice skates. Those had been a thing. Probably.
He pushed the thought away. "If your world is dying for centuries than either it has a season cycle different from Earth or it's dying." There didn't seem to be any sympathy - not yet anyway - only curiosity. He looked over at Matt, blinking several times as he waited to see if the human had any comments. This was the most he could think of. In all honesty, he didn't have enough information to really know what was going on. And he was still waiting to see if someone else was going to do charades.
Another draft of cool (but not yet cold) wind blew through. It attracted the distant (well, not that distant) sound of Vincent and Archie talking. Myrnin tried not to smile, then remembered a mask was covering his mouth and just started grinning into it. Ah ha! So the two peacocks in the room were getting lonely were they? Ha! Take that. He had no idea who Archie was, but he might as well place him in the same box as Vincent. Flashy and self centered!
He wondered if 7S and the odd flipping man were doing anything interesting. Also, Noah and Loud Raven Boy. There was a lot of little pockets in this room and it was interesting to listen in on them.

There was no hiding the way Sandalphon winced when he heard one of the strangers speaking up from behind his poor attempt at saving face. Inside, he could almost physically feel the grip slipping on what small pieces of his shattered pride were left, as he tried to rebuild them into something presentable.

Damn... How was he ever going to live this one down? Sure, he'd had one or two other humiliating moments in this place as well, but those had been around either a single person or much smaller group. This? This was an entire gathering.

Hmm. Maybe if he was lucky, the man talking to him had been the only one who overheard anything. Unlikely, but...

"Hmph. Hardly." He replied shortly. With a sigh, the book was, albeit reluctantly, slowly lowered back down to reveal his face again. The skin of his cheeks was still beet red, and after a folly like that, it wouldn't be returning to normal anytime soon. His narrowed eyes were directed off to the side, as he deliberately avoided making eye contact with the stranger.

"Is that so." 'I lose myself when reading too'? Tch... The only part of himself that ended up 'lost' reading this cursed thing was his dignity. Even though he knew the other blinker already had a book in his possession, the Primarch snapped his own closed and roughly held it out towards Rowlin. "If you enjoy reading so much, feel free to add this heap of nonsense to your collection."

Now that block of paper was no longer obscuring his vision, he was able to get a better look at the setting their elusive Primal host so kindly dropped him into.

What in the world...? Some of Sandalphon's embarrassment managed to replace itself with utter confusion at the sight, reflected in the way he raised a brow while taking it all in. It was... another party of somesort? The clearing was embellished with simple decorations that one would expect at such, even including a table lined with food for the guests. The whole thing was nothing too extravagant, but still managed what it was attempting to look like well enough. Much like back home, the others were all dressed in fancy clothes as well. Unaware that most of, if not all, the other blinkers had had their outfits changed by the house, he instead figured that he hadn't been the only one in the middle of something when he had been brought here.

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Auransky

Ougi kept her face blank, revealing nothing when Sam’s guard rose. If anything, she became more comfortable with his suspicion. She wasn’t about to give a thought to hunting herself, so it must have been too stupid of a question. Then she nodded slowly in response to his answers about aberrations; they were as close to satisfactory as you could get with her. The slowing of her feet gradually transformed into a stop and she tilted her head back. Little flakes of snow. Just a few, falling from the ceiling. The music seemed to come from speakers farther and farther away now, as if their surroundings were warping through time and space. Her pale jaw was one of the few parts of her that was uncovered, the rest of her covered in black, and it was clenched in thought.
“That’s all anyone does here. Hides their secrets.” It was a moment where through her calculation and eerie vibe, her language was still casual. She was still just a high school student.

Archie | Rubber Duck Room | mintedstar/fur

He nodded thoughtfully at his young friends answer, even though he had no idea where that was. It must be quite the interesting place, though; he would definitely have to investigate further. Maybe it was a place on Earth. Or some other planet, that was fine too. "Ah!" he looked over excitedly at the returning question, grinning as he began pulling over a few more ducks. Looked like their little huddle was getting pretty big. Hopefully they'd be able to get out soon enough... "I'm from all over too! Rarely staying in one place. Thats mostly just because most folks don't seem too fond of me, though," he mused. "Currently I've taken up residence in an ancient abandoned city. Buildings and houses crumbling in, rains a lot... Meter deep holes in the road, run down trains that would race about under the ground. Its really a very cool place. Lots of scary people there." He too picked up on the question-answer situation they'd settled into and tried to think of something else to ask. Obviously, the next question would be; "So, you've got some pretty neat abilities. Where'd you learn em?" It wasn't often he met kids with interesting abilities. Not well behaved ones at least. Nasty little brats usually... But what can you do? Send them to space in a marshmallow rocket? No, that was frowned upon, he found out. He found he did not feel inclined to do so to Adrian. Fortunately. 

Myrnin | Masquerade Room | One man screaming for help in useless situation. He's fine. Also. ~∂єѕтιиу Shadepelt15 <Raintalon> zeph!

To say Myrnin had been expecting to be dragged away from his little party was a gross understatement. He had been expecting peacock man to approach him for a while now, but honestly this was far more flamboyant than h had originally foreseen.
The vampire actually made a 'YIP' sound, like a puppy who had been moved too fast. Then he was pulled away, dancing with a man who was better dressed then him (he hated it) and he at once eyed him up and down. "Hello to you too," he drawled, a smile under his mask. Though it wasn't like the filigree marking along the plague doctor mask wasn't already mimicking that same smile. "We care quite the bird people, are we not?"
The soup skates did not seem to hinder him at all, and in fact as soon as they appeared he at once almost seemed to become a better at it than Archie was. He was showing off, very clearly. Previously, when he danced, it was like a duck had been taught to waltz. But he was jealous now. This peacock man was trying to hard and he loved it, but he did not want to be showed up. Every skill he had learned in 2,000 years was coming out and he was not going to have this ... horned handsome man be like this.
"I wish to have your scarf," he said, voice like melted chocolate, his accent becoming thick enough that it could have melted in your mouth. "It is very nice."
One hand reached out, grabbing at the scarf around Archie's waist. "It is very pretty." His lips curled, even though they couldn't be seen under his mask. "I-"
He stopped as Archie lifted him up, shocked. Archie had 'annoyed' him enough that he had had no reaction to being singled out, but being dropped around without being asked annoyed him more. Then he was dropped in front of Vincent and suddenly felt a bit better toward Mister Peacock Man. It was funny that he had been annoyed at him for taking all the attention and here he was, giving him the attention back.
Not like this lasted long, he was about to be annoyed at Archie again for tangling him up with Vincent. Then again, the pure chaos of it was enlightening.
"We keep bumping into each other," Myrnin stated, snarkiness running through his voice. "But I really much invite your new friend back." There was a rather stark empathize on 'new', which might have been 'jealous' but was also pure excitement. "Please, dear feathered man," said Myrnin, turning his eyes back on Archie. All that could been seen of the eyes were reflective mirrors thanks to the shadow of the mask. "I'm sure I know a few dances that would be far better with you as well."

(Tw: firearms) 

Sherlock grinned, raised the bat...and swung. 
The glass buckled and shattered, jagged edges flying out in all directions. He continued hitting until the hole was wide enough for him to step safely through, then hit a couple more times, because for some reason that felt like the thing to do. Possibly he was in a terrible mood. More likely, this felt possible to accomplish, so he was going to damn well accomplish it. 
He finally let the bat slip between his fingers, his blue eyes sharp and almost wild as he stared through the hole. It was, of course, impossible to tell what was happening from where he was, but he knew as soon as he stepped through it would be clear enough. 
He didn’t answer Kid. He didn’t need to. 
He stepped through the hole, shielding his eyes from the sudden light as he did so. 
There were two people. The one named John Hamish Watson was on the ground, bleeding, and unconscious. The one named Mary Watson was standing to the side, oddly still, her eyes vacant and the weapon loose in her hands. She didn’t look particularly dangerous, but when the two blinkers appeared she seemed to revive and slowly lifted the weapon. 
It was pointing directly at Kid’s chest. 
“No!” Sherlock snapped, his voice strained and cracking as he took in the situation. “Mary. Look at me. Bloody hell put that down, what are you doing?” 
She didn’t look at him. He stepped forward, cautiously, his hands above his head, but she wouldn’t look at him, didn’t even glance in his direction. He wanted to look at Kid, but he had the intense feeling that if he took his eyes off her for even a second, she would pull the trigger. “Mary....” 

Noah | Masquerade Room | ®Hawkpath®
Noah didn’t know how to convince Ronan. At some point Ronan would blink back and he’d notice he was still standing up, notice that he hadn’t collapsed, but… even then, would that be enough to convince him? Ronan was stubborn, so part of Noah doubted it. The thing was, he didn’t want to waste his first time meeting his best friend by arguing with him about what was and what wasn’t a dream.
“What if we are, though?” Noah asked, almost monotone. It was clear from the grin peeking out from under his mask that he was joking, “In a galaxy far, far away?” He let his gaze drift around the room, trying to imagine what the House would be like if it were everyone’s idea of sci fi or fantasy. “What does that make you, if we are?” he questioned, voice conspiratorially quiet.
“I like your mask, by the way,” he added, shifting the topic. “Seems inconvenient, but it suits you.” He didn’t actually know what his looked like, he just knew it gave away his subconscious habit of rubbing at his cheek because every so often he would reach up to do so and all he would feel was the cold, soft material covered in what felt like glitter but wasn’t dropping everywhere, so he wasn’t sure that was actually what it was. Maybe it just had a weird texture. He grinned, something which he didn’t do with the same wild impulsiveness when he wasn’t here. Here he felt like… well, Noah as he should be. Noah intensified, not Noah reduced. He wondered which was more reflected in his mask – the person he still tried so desperately to be, or the one who was withering away.
“I’ve never seen you try at a lot of things,” Noah replied, his voice so earnest he must have been teasing. “You could do it, if you really wanted to,” he shrugged. “I think you could do anything if you really wanted to.” Those words weren’t a joke. They were genuine and true and Noah wondered if he’d ever said them to Ronan before. He couldn’t recall if he had. He also had a feeling Ronan was just as likely to punch him for them as thank him – which meant not at all likely to do either, cause as far as he could recall Ronan had never actually punched him or done anything that could cause permanent harm.
“And yes, school hero. The teachers might hate your guts but if you did something… well… you enough you’d be like a legend! Y’know… one of those kids that everyone knows cause he did one awesome thing and then sort of faded into high school obscurity to do whatever adult things happen after.” Not that Noah would ever get to experience those adult things, but he assumed they happened.

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Rowlin couldn't help but smile, watching the stranger's face lit up to a shade of red that compared to his own natural red hair was amusing to an extent. On the other hand, watching the stranger's reaction reminded him of his own students' discovering new passions and refusing to admit it.

He did lean back to provide Sandalphon with room to recollect himself. He now stood upright, but the other individual looked away, I'm not scary, am I? He wondered to himself. The young man barely reached 5'8,it clearly wasn't intimidating, right?

The man started speaking, which made Rowlin's growing worry relax. His violet eyes softened as he listened to the other individual's passion for reading. He nodded slowly in agreement. "Reading is power." He softly spoke. When the other man reached out with the book, offering the text, his violet eyes under the mask illuminated brightly. His mouth briefly gaped, as his hands slowly reached out for the book. "R-Really?" He asked as a kid would after receiving something they always wanted. Regardless he took the book, taking a good look at it. "Oh.." he was intrigued. "I'm certainly using this for silent sustained reading." He smiled, with each hand holding onto a book. "Thank you!"

"I will say, this party seems very casual for a masquerade." He reached for his mask and briefly removed it, "Prior to well here, I was at a masquerade charity myself-" He stumbled back, as a tall peacock waltzed into the conversation. He put the mask back on, blinking multiple times as the man with feathers apologized, then proceeded to kidnap Sandalphon like something out of a cheesy seventy's film. "S-Sure... He leaned forward, watching Archie go off with the angel, who on top of embarrassment, and confusement, might now be bewildered. "O-Okay, i'll be here." He softly commented, still observing the giant peacock waltz around the room on soap.

He wondered. Remember when you took her skating and she showed you up on the first date? He couldn't help but cross his arms, and lean inwards, "I remember..." He softly sighed. But then we went ice skating, how the tides had turned. Resting a hand against his cheek he couldn't help but shake his head, "Not now, please-"

Rowlin snapped his head upwards, literally, the colorful giant was back, as if nothing had happened. The 5'8 man, looked up at the giant 7 foot tall giant, blinking a multitude of times, unsure as to how to respond. "Good Evening?" He leaned his head back now, he wasn't even sure what time it was anymore. Last he checked it was 7pm eastern standard time, but now, who knows? "N-No..." he started to reply, "No issues here." He lightly chuckled, more confused then anything else. "R-Return?" He stopped himself, overlooking the minor detail, until he felt the giant's hands around his waist, "T-Th-There's no need-" He grasped the two books tightly, feeling himself being lifted off the ground with ease.

Not like this is new....

As high as he went, he was soon back down on the ground, with no time to process what had just happened. He looked out in front of him, to see Sandalphon once again.

Before saying another word, he used the opportunity to dematerialize the two books in his hands. "I'm used to getting picked up like a feather, moreso from my wife, my enemies, the fire department, associates, CERT, family, Silver Feathers, and my best friend. What I wasn't expecting was a seven foot tall bird enthusiast to lift me up like a toy."

But then again the Fire Department classifies you, light as a feather....

He reached for his mask once more to remove it. As he reached up, he noticed some white fuzz landing on his shoulder, and melting to water upon impact. He stopped retrieving his mask and looked up, his eyes sharpening to notice the light flecks of specks making their way down in a growing numbers.

The random moment, of being picked up like a feather had come and gone. He had relaxed, and taken a moment to access the entire situation. It was just someone having fun, rather then the usual, using him as a ransom item. Which was honestly a nice change of pace.

Now he looked over at Archie who continued skating around the room. It looked natural,  ice skating rather then roller skating. He crossed his arms and pondered, as he watched the giant take on Myrnin across the room. Then, a thought crossed his mind, and he couldn't help but smile.

Very Amusing....

"Yea.." Rowlin softly muttered, leaning his head towards the side. "Ice skating is fun, bummer I missed the trip this year." He sighed.

But then again, this could be a makeup opportunity...

"But with grass.... it just doesn't feel the same." Rowlin slowly shook his head.

Change it

"I could, but it's a massive change." 

Cooperation from the audience?

He slowly looked around, quickly headcounting. "Hmmm...might work." 

Rowlin quickly looked back at Sandalphon, "I'm going to apologize in advance." He walked a few steps away from the primarch, then knelt down to place a hand on the green grass. Observing Archie skate around the room, now waltzing with a willing Myrnin, he smiled in amusement.


"If we're going to have a grand time, we might as well pursue our imaginations." Rowlin spoke with confidence, to no one in particular but seeing Archie utalize the soap shoes to create a skating ring was beyond amusing. W-When he wasn't getting taken along for the ride. But the least the vampire could do, was provide the setting.

His violet eyes underneath the mask glowed brightly, as the grass in the mass clearing started to take on a glass clear transparent surface. The dirt green grass in the clearing, was no longer visible below the transparent glass, now there was an abyss below the transparent glass. The glass itself was suddenly cold, emitting a cold frost from the ground, which created a light forming mist emitting from the ground.

The grassy surface in the clearing had turned to a solid frozen lake.

Rowlin stood up now to readjust his violet scarf. He had changed the setting utilizing every blinker present. "It worked.." He softly told himself in amusement.

It should have just ended there, yet as he readjusted his scarf, one of his hand's shifted closer towards his neck, where his hand pressed a bit more aggressively then usual. He tilted his head off to the side, wincing against the cold touch. "W-What... I did what you wanted..." He softly muttered. He shivered a little from where he stood. "F-Fine..." He closed his eyes briefly, "Gotta add one.." He lept off the icy ground with a high jump, quickly removing his mask then tossed it as high as he could, the accessory disappearing as it made its way in the air.

Before landing back on the icy ground, Rowlin manifested ice skates to replace his dress shoes, this way he could land with a graceful slide against the ice, rather then stumbling on the ground headfirst. As he skated back towards Sandalphon, who stood on soap shoes, he snapped his fingers towards the sky where the mask had been thrown previously.

The mask was nowhere in sight, instead there was a brief sparkle in the sky. Following the sparkle, the light snow became more visible. The snow fell in a larger quantity then before, at a more rapid pace that had started to create a white blanket surrounding the ice ring.

"Sorry.." Rowlin smiled once again, his violet scarf flowing as he skated towards the Primarch. "Sometimes I get carried away in the moment, almost like i'm not myself." He wanted to laugh, but instead glimpsed away.