OPENING MINGLE LOG: THE LOUNGE

[yourkeepers]

	THE LOUNGE

Once used for the Keeper's extravagant, personal parties, the Lounge seems just slightly larger than average in scale, making the many cushions and couches more than enough to rest on. The lighting shifts between shades of purple and blue. Living trees grow from the floor in decorative intervals, and flickering candles light the various tables. The roof appears to be a vibrant night sky, displaying alien constellations and nebulas that shift over the day.

Comments

[manelesscatking]

"Oh! The lounge! Okay then. I'm..." The page pokes his arms and runs his hands through his hair.

"I'm me, I guess. I am - was? - am a page for the Master. The kind that fetches weapons and waits on knights while they eat, not the kind you write on.

"Speaking of which, a typewriter? Is that the key-smashing thing I would hear guests writing on sometimes?"

He turns his attention from Key Smasher to Sword Arms, leaving an ear pointed at the typewriter. "The thing where I wake up and someone's looking at me funny. This is the first time I've done it without them touching me, though! Also I'm holding an umbrella made of nice metal. Uh. Do you want it?"

[nosentimentalist]

Ah, so this is a page. He hadn't seen one before, but now it makes sense. He shrugs at the question.

"Yes, that would be me. Though I would hate it if they smashed my keys, I don't think that would feel nice at all."

He turns to the sword. "Got stolen...? For what reason? Did someone have the urge to go murder someone else with you, or what?"

And now the page is offering him and the other possession an umbrella made of...metal? He holds up a hand as he shakes his head. "Don't think I have any need for it, no. Maybe you could give it to our friend here for a crutch to walk around with instead of lying here in pieces?"