OTA

[ssmisery]

Who: Lapis Lazuli and you, friend.
Where: Around the mansion (or environs)
When: Pretty much anytime outside of events or other goings on
Rating: I can't see why this would get above PG
Summary: After settling in enough for settling in to get old, Lapis stretches her wings.
The Story:
[Since arriving in Wonderland, Lapis Lazuli has become a serious shut-in. There are a few reasons for this, but the biggest is a simple one: she does not like traversing the mansion's hallways. Now, she was already aware of the problem there, but the last couple events have especially underscored her need for a change of scenery, as well as how utterly freaking bored she is. The network helps and all, but at heart she's just not meant for the life of an internet troll.

Fortunately, the solution is also simple, and the room she's sharing with Peridot has responded to Lapis's need for a nice big window. (Okay, it's kind of more like a hole, but details!) She flies, after all. So, increasingly, she can be seen all over the grounds -- flitting over the gardens like a large wet butterfly, or making shapes in the fountain's spray, or possibly just flying endlessly in place against the go-nowhere boundaries for the heck of it. It cannot be described as enjoying herself, but at least she's doing something.

However... Here's the catch.

The mansion, from the outside, never looks consistent, or even identifiable really. And windows have never been strict about their locations making sense. This means getting back in is a bit more complicated. And that's why any room that has a window is subject to sudden appearances of a blue woman with wings made out of water alighting on the sill. Lapis doesn't particularly care what she's interrupting, and sure it's rude, but she's been on her wings all day.

If necessary, and depending on the circumstances she's arrived to -- i.e. if she didn't miraculously hit the right room, nobody's screaming, etc. -- she will speak up, with an unconcerned]

What floor is this?

Comments

[mcgucket]

[Upon looking around the room, Lapis will find that the table Fiddleford was working at is the only table that has beakers and chemicals: the other table has mechanical parts, tools, and blueprints of inventions strewn across the top, with some of the latter halfway or already fallen onto the floor below.]

As a matter of fact I do: it's called carpet detergent.

[To get rid of the stain left behind, of course... provided the stain can be removed, that is.]

[ssmisery]

[Lapis, of course, doesn't know what that is, and of course doesn't care, so the fact that she's being snarked back at is somewhat lost. Fortunately, she's good at getting the general gist of things.]

Okay. Good to know you're prepared. Did you need anything else?

[...Again, like she's not the one who busted in here uninvited.]

[mcgucket]

[Fiddleford raises a slight eyebrow at that.]

... A priest, maybe, if it turns out that this is more corrosive than I originally had planned for it to be?

[He's being sarcastic, but honestly that's probably still kind of a valid concern to have.]

[ssmisery]

Why's that?

[Note: Lapis has no idea what a priest is. That really should have been her question. But she doesn't do things that way.]

[mcgucket]

To perform an exorcism that will remove it, obviously.

[... He's still being sarcastic, but he hasn't picked up on the fact that Lapis doesn't know what a priest is.]

[ssmisery]

You realize I don't know what any of that means, right?

[Using her ignorance as a weapon is an advanced tactic]

[mcgucket]

... Includin' what a priest is, or even further back to what carpet detergent is?

[Just to be sure here.]