Castle Days (Social Thread)

I had woken up after my escapade into kitchen social dynamics relatively mired in exhaustion, as dealing with people after long distance travel is, as previously stated, exhausting. I took to the bath house part of my estate to rest in the baths. As I came to rest in the bath, the steam off of the herbal waters filled the room, and I breathed in contentedly, relishing in the relaxing scent in the air, and the warm, soft feeling of the water. I spent an hour or so contentedly soaking in the stress reducing waters, before leaving the tub, pulling a luxuriously soft towel off of the edge of the tub, draping it over myself like a lavish robe, and after picking up another towel and wrapping my hair up in it, I moved over to walk-in closet, and sat on a bench, drying my hair with a hair dryer along the way. It took a good while, but I managed to get ready, slipping into a nice, black cocktail dress, and boots with a 3 inch heel. I took to my way back to normal society, the ancestral tapestry my father gave to me that transported me here, and gave it a bit of a waft, which landed me with a clack of my boots against the stone of the normal version of my room.

It was strange, but the noise that erupted from elsewhere greeted me, throwing my ears off a bit. I opened my door and heard the noise a tad bit louder, but it was still unclear where the noise came from. I knew it came from my right, so I set off and wandered that way. It took me a fair bit of time before the noise became clearer, a scraping of wood and such against the stone of the floor, and as I rounded a corner after around 10 minutes later, I came upon an open room with the sound of scraping. I looked in to see a strange man wearing both a priest's outfit, and a lab coat. It was bizzare, but not unheard of so I knocked lightly, before saying:
"Hey there. Need some help?"

On the opposite end of the spectrum, Shen was hard at work. He had taken a lot of things with him to really give his room personality, which included his whole collection of religious artifacts, the multitude of books on a wide array of topics, fiction and non-fiction alike, and the more practical things such as his bed and carving equipment, for his statuettes. At the moment, he had moved everything but the bed and other major furniture. He was currently scraping the bed along, his statuettes trying to push from the other side.

"Push, push, push!" They cried with effort in their characteristic high pitched voice. Suddenly, they stopped and turned to see the intruder. "Intruder, intruder, intruder!" They quickly flew to them, circling them tightly, almost like they were scanning for a threat. Shen looked up, wiped his forehead with his sleeve, and grinned.

"Well, another new person! What a surprise! Nice to meet you! Don't mind by buddies, they're harmless unless I order them."

"Harmless, harmless, harmless!" Shen sighed, and quickly stripped off his doctor's coat and cassock, leaving only his undershirt and black jeans. "This is pretty physically demanding labor, I'm not sure a girl could be much help."

"Not much help, not much help, not much help!" Clearly, the statuettes were not only mocking Shen, but the visitor as well. Two birds with one stone, I guess, but rude no matter what.

It was strange, seeing the little statues circle around and attempt to belittle me, but I ignored them with the deft grace befitting, well, me. I weaved, using the magic from my brooch, sleeves with gloves attached, covering up my arms in the layer of absorbent material. I layered it to avoid suspicion as to what lay beneath, as I activated Cain's Strength of time, feeling the familiar twinge of blood loss as the spell ate at my life force in a minute fashion. I looked at him, a rather built man, with an air of vague interest before turning back to the spinning typhoon of whirling Stone Imps. I snatched one from the air, observing the small statue as it squirmed, looking at the decoration of the thing, turning it this way and that, before letting it rejoin the rest of its brethren. I looked over at him with a seemingly disinterested smile, before lifting the bed in one hand, yawning the most fake yawn one could, before turning back around and looking bored, saying in a unenthused tone: "Where do you want this?" I internally grimaced as blood began to soak the forearm portion of the glove, and a small trail on the blindside of my arm, (Blindside relative to Shen.)