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[priorly]

[This post is made at around 3am, and Prior appears to be curled in a corner of his bathroom floor, in a pink cardigan and floral PJs.]

Forgive my intrusion on what, I am told, is a highly complex network of cups and strings... has anyone else been assigned to an empty house? Quite, quite empty. Aside from myself, of course, but I'm all moved in now and find I do not, in fact, take up that much room. And it's very quiet, at this time of night. Very quiet. The emptiness becomes somehow moreso. Does that make sense? I'm not sleeping very well.

[He's not doing much very well, by the slightly shivery look of him. Although it is cold on the bathroom floor, and perhaps that's at least part of the cause.]

Though I can't deny the extra space is a boon. Very handy for storing all the nothing I have to fill it with. Would anyone like to go antiquing? If we're lucky we may even find something here that doesn't look archaic.

Speaking of looking for things. I hear there's no hospital. Do we have pharmacies? I have prescriptions from my own world which will run out soon and I don't know the best course of action to take. This city can't, surely, be all cons and no mod. Are there ballrooms? Movie theatres? I know there's an entertainment district but haven't yet ventured out that far. I suppose a bar with a rainbow flag in the window would be too much to ask for.

[Swallowing, he glances down, feeling the glare of being on camera and saying too much.]

Perhaps I should set something up downstairs. At the very least, I have the room.

[He reaches out, and the screen goes black.]

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[badgerlock]

[If there's one thing that Fitz knows, it's the way a man losing his mind sounds before the thing is done.]

You sound like you lack for everything, then.

I'm alone as well.

[priorly]

[Oh, not at all. Prior's come much closer to losing his mind than this. Things will be fine once the sun's shining and the world starts to feel as though there's more than him in it.]

There wasn't a great deal of time to book an interdimensional removals service before the storm. [He clasps his hands lightly.] I had some wonderful dining chairs, salvaged from the refurb at the Plaza. Gone.

[It's not really the furniture he misses (and the house does come with its own).]

They really have scattered us like birdseed.

[badgerlock]

Refurb at the Plaza.

I understood none of those words.

[He's staring to get a bit frustrated at this. It's fine.]

Well, You can always choose to ask someone to live with you. And I'm not sure what antiquing is, but it's not as though I have a great deal occupying my time.

[priorly]

I know, but humor me. It's too late at night to tailor my vocabulary to people who predate civilization. It's a hotel, dear. Un grand palais.

[For now, he overlooks you can always ask someone to live with you as though it's as simple as putting an ad in a shop window. The thought has occurred, and may lead to the same endpoint, but it feels awkward to actually do.]

Antiquing is the process of buying that which has been bought and discarded by others before.

[badgerlock]

[He is about to point out he doesn't know what a hotel is, either, or any of those other words that Prior tacked on, but then he thinks better of it. Stays quiet.]

Why would you do that?

[What is wrong with these people?]

[priorly]

Because it's old and pretty and has a story to it. And maybe things that have been used and thrown away don't just have to be discarded for the rest of their lives. Maybe they can have purpose again. Maybe still be loved.

[No nerves have been hit here, I don't know why you ask.]

[badgerlock]

[There's a pause there.]

But. Do you mean, clothes? Or tapestries?

[priorly]

[And a longer one in response.]

...Furniture.

[badgerlock]

Oh. Of course. Furniture.

[How could he not know. He clears his throat.]

I never thought about where my furniture should come from.

[priorly]

It is primarily a privilege of the wealthy and bored - though we who hail from wealthier backgrounds than current circumstances would imply still keep up the habit on occasion.

[badgerlock]

I had thought that the wealthy all just inherit what furniture they need.

I think the king's table has been the king's table for the last three hundred years.

[priorly]

Lower your expectations. The wealth I mean is a little less than royalty.

...Although if the surface isn't marble at least, that sounds very unsanitary.

[badgerlock]

All the rich people I know are nobility. The king, the dukes, and everything that comes under that.

It's stone, but not marble. Dark stone.

[priorly]

But as we've established, mon brave, you don't know anyone on 5th Avenue.

It's not round, I suppose? That might explain things.

[badgerlock]

Not round. Long. Rectangular.

[priorly]

Oh.

[So that would be too easy, apparently.]

Oh well. One thing still eludes me, however: why are you so familiar with the king's decor?

[badgerlock]

I was one of his servants. Well. I was page to the crown prince.

[And the king's grandson, blahblahblah.]

[priorly]

There are so many people hung up on royalty, here. Unless it's princess Diana, I'm afraid I barely see the appeal.

[badgerlock]

Who rules in your world?

[priorly]

A minor contributor on Hollywood Squares.

[badgerlock]

Do you do this because you like the way my face looks when I'm confused?

[priorly]

Why, how would I know? I've barely seen it any other way.

[badgerlock]

[A pause.]

I could instead not profess ignorance at all, and come off as a worse manner of fool.

[priorly]

You could try. Listen, you're from one of Disney's medieval zones, I know. I don't think you sound ignorant at all.

[badgerlock]

But then I wouldn't be able to speak to anyone at all. Just to begin a conversation, I need to ask. College. Antiques. It's all a series of information I lack.

Unless you want to speak about horses and raiders and, I don't know, the best way to survive in the woods in the winter.