It's like he's the census or something. / Day 14 / EVERYWHERE/ OPEN

[nosentimentalist]

[Now that the business with the flowers was done, and the typewriter was back to his regular snarky self, it was time to start what he had been thinking of for a while- an investigation, of course. Not exactly an investigation of the house, but of the beings inside of it. It would be good to keep a list or something of all the ones who had gained consciousness, so he could see how many there were and what they had in common.]

[So, if you're human-shaped, moving, and/or breathing, you'll come face to face with this typewriter with abnormally shiny glasses perched on his nose, an empty book and a pen in hand. Well, he'll type up what he finds, of course, but he'd rather not waste his own ink while jotting down notes on everyone he meets.]

May I ask you a few questions? [He bows his head politely- hey, when one did these things, it wasn't exactly good to start off snarky. He'll be nice for now.] I'm doing a sort of list, you see. Just something to keep track of everyone who lives in this house.

I'd just like to know what you are, what name you'd like to go by - if you have one- and how long ago was it when you "woke up". Also, if you don't mind, could you briefly describe the dream you had before you did so? It's alright if you don't want to share, I'm just trying to find similarities between them.

Is that understandable?

[ooc: Yep, Keats is literally doing a sort of registry for the entire house! I'll actually make it over here, I'll update it with whatever information he gets. :)]

hands, reaching out, etc | day 14, morning onward, anywhere | open

[medalrider]

[There is a curious dinosaur wandering the house. Well, a young man who is also a dinosaur. And calling him curious is being a little generous, it would be more accurate to say nosy.

 

See, Dino Boy here kind of has a thing for helping those in need. He thinks it's only natural, since he's a guard, and guards protect people. He's supposed to keep the house safe. Really, that's all he knows how to do, and since his awakening all he's wanted to know was how to keep protecting everyone from inside the house. Unfortunately, he hasn't really been able to figure that out just yet. He's not going to give up, though! He can be pretty stubborn when he wants to be.

 

Thanks to the recent bout of house-induced weirdness, he is now faced with a perfect opportunity for Helping. Dealing with emotion-changing flowers is probably very stressful! Isn't his duty to make sure everyone is safe after such an ordeal? He's decided that it definitely is, which is why he is currently doing the aforementioned wandering, looking for people who might be in trouble. Or who were previously in trouble. Or who might get into trouble in the future. Who are sentient, really.

He just wants to make sure everyone is okay! Which apparently means sticking his scaly nose into the business of whoever he comes across.]

 

[ooc: action or prose is cool with me!!]

Don't Take Your Guns to Town | Day 15 - All Day | Multiple Places | Open

[subtleserenity]

It's time to do something constructive. All she's done for the past few days is destroy. Furniture, tapestries, books... the record player. Everywhere she looks, there is the sign of an unchecked rage. These might be people, and she'd helped to kill them before they even woke in the vain hope that it would somehow undermine Mason. A chair is not a house. And the people she'd threatened, yelled at, frightened, they hadn't deserved any of that either. Time to make amends.

Trinity had mentioned searching in the Grand Hall where the doors went on seemingly forever. Angel had thought perhaps they could check for a study. After learning about those notes the twins had gone through, and finding the burning bullet they need to know more. Much more than might be contained in just the secret Hearth Room. It will likely require more searchers than the last round... and hopefully it would not lead to more memories of being the Keeper's rifle. However useful that had been, it made remembering who she should be all the harder.

Scenario A (For those whom Brimstone menaced or otherwise wronged during the flowers plot)
There are those who need an apology before they can be enlisted. She knows they're likely to be frightened of her or angry. Or both. When she sights one of them, she approaches with caution. Her gun is secure in her holster and she has no intention of removing it as she holds her hands up in a placating gesture. She's not very good with apologies, but she tries.

"Those flowers turned my head somethin' powerful. Didn't mean none of the things I said to you. Name's Brimstone. If there's somethin' I can do to make it right between us, go on and tell me. More interested in allies than enemies, place like this."

Scenario B (For current allies and non-enemy acquaintances)
Then there are those who have not been wronged, or at least not so horribly as others. They are allies or acquaintances she's acquired in dreams and in the waking world. For these she attempts a bit of humor. It might smooth over her own rough edges after been sheered to something raw and wild with those flowers.

"Lookin' to cause trouble that don't involve shootin' the house up. You interested in helpin'? Got a notion at least some of those doors in the Great Hall open if you keep at it long enough."

Scenario C (For those Brimstone has not yet met or might consider enemies)
A beggar can't be a chooser, and there are at least hundreds of doors in the Grand Hall, if not thousands. Brimstone knows the only sensible option is to approach others in the house. There are new faces she's been passing in the halls, seen wandering the Library. There's a chance they may be interested in helping and simply asking the first time had proven there were more than a handful of folk interested in doing something constructive.

She approaches them with a thought that some of them might have come across keys or other helpful items in their scavenging of the house. "Lookin' to trade information and favors if you got a minute to spare. Keeper's got enough secrets in this house to have us lookin' a lifetime or two, but I reckon folks been findin' bits and pieces enough to start askin' the right questions. Few of us mean to find the answers if you're interested in helpin'."