[open] Questions, Questions everywhere!

[ratsratsrats]

Who: Renfield and YOU.
Where: Outside and inside the mansion
When: Jan. 9th
Rating: PG (may go higher)
Summary: Renfield wanted to escape an asylum, not wander into a madhouse.
The Story:

@ The gardens

This wasn't Carfax Abbey. Renfield was sure of it as soon as he felt the cold wind brushing against his body.

Never mind how it could be snowing in the middle of August, there was no way he could have taken the same path he did the last time he escaped and ended up in a different location. There were no well-trimmed gardens near that old house, the old house that should not look like someone was truly living in there...

'This must be the wrong house' thought Renfield as he turned around to retrace his steps, but the few trees behind him had somehow become a dense forest. It was silent, save for the wind, and there was no sign of the orderlies or the doctor that must have been on his tail for the past few minutes... In fact, to Renfield's horror, he found he could no longer hear his master either.

He doesn't realize this, but it would be a very good thing if someone found him soon. The mussed up pajamas he wore were clearly unfit for this kind of weather.

@ Anywhere inside

Once Renfield has been informed of where he is and escorted inside, you may find him wandering aimlessly about. He can be found calling out for his "master" in vain, or running down the halls in a fit of panic. If you're especially lucky, you might find him on his hands and knees, reaching for a small insect he found crawling on the floor. He's a bit unpredictable, isn't he?

Comments

[mandrakes]

The scent from the herbs is not what one would call a light fragrance. While not overpowering, it is clearly a mixture of aromas designed to disguise something else. What it is hiding, though, is something that humans aren't supposed to be able to smell.

What he's hiding is the thing that makes animals afraid of him. The scent of a vampire.

At the mansion, he holds the door open for Renfield with another friendly smile. As of yet he has not had the opportunity to be the first to greet someone, and he would prefer to make a good impression.

"You were fortunate to arrive in the gardens. Some find themselves here in less pleasant circumstances."

[ratsratsrats]

He doesn't smell the dead flesh under the herbs, but he realizes most people don't wear them on their person in little pouches. Aren't there perfumes for that?

At least the man is gracious. Renfield wanders into the mansion, cautiously, and he is immediately awed by the grand entrance hall. He nearly freezes in his tracks, trying to take in all the beauty before noticing he is being talked to.

"Oh... Less pleasant? How so?"

[mandrakes]

"I spoke to a young man, rather recently, who arrived on the beach in the middle of a downpour." Just as graciously, he closes the door behind Renfield once the man is inside. He might not be bothered by the cold, but most of the residents of the mansion are.

"He was out there for some time before someone reached him. I'm sure he would have preferred to appear in the gardens."

For a moment, he pauses, one hand hooked loosely over the leather strap across his chest, then he indicates a set of doors on the other side of the entrance hall. "The clinic is through those doors, though I suspect you may be more interested in the location of the kitchen."

Excuse the wierd icons I need to get back to drawing more or something.

[ratsratsrats]

"Oh... Odd. I didn't realize there was a shore nearby."

Regis is a gracious host, though Renfield does have some reservations about the clinic. He's perfectly fine! Maybe a little cold from being out in the snow, but perfectly fine otherwise. "Actually, I would be. Where is it?"

nooo they're fine

[mandrakes]

"Now may not be the best time to go exploring," Regis replies. Perhaps in dry clothes, and warmer weather. He has yet to get as far as the shore himself - he had never been short of sea views in Toussaint, after all.

"Ah, the kitchens are this way. There is some magic involved in how certain aspects of it operate."

And some people find that just a bit too suspicious until they get used to it. He can't really blame them for that. Magic is most dangerous when everyone views it as harmless.

:D

[ratsratsrats]

Renfield can agree to that, but... "Magic?"

He shoots an accusatory glance at his gracious host. "What do you mean by magic?"

[mandrakes]

Regis doesn't appear ruffled. He lifts both eyebrows slightly, his tone mild as he replies. "I mean precisely that. Magic. I dare say it is entirely intrinsic to how this place functions at all."

Then, with one hand, he makes a small gesture. "If you will allow me, I will demonstrate."

That one cupboard that will produce anything you desire, exactly as you want it, is certainly something of a wonder. Not that Regis has a use for it.

[ratsratsrats]

Renfield's a bit skeptical, but what else is he supposed to say. This man did offer shelter.

"I suppose... You are the master of the house, after all."

Or rather, he assumes Regis is the guy who owns this place.

[mandrakes]

"The master? Not in the least. I simply had the good fortune of being in the right place to meet you."

Imagine, being the owner of a place like this... but Regis is no Orianna. He never found any pleasure in hoarding money or putting himself in the social spotlight.