Friday the thirteenth doesn't usually get this whacky

[indigo_league]

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: NOVEMBER 13TH TO 15TH
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh sighs as the ambient but acceptable discomfort of being damp and wet is replaced with a wearable equivalent of a hug. The mask is slightly more jarring, but she knew that would happen. ]

[ She pops another piece of meat into her mouth. There's so much going on that Yenh finally decides this is a dream for certain. But it's a fun one, so why not. ]

You mean you're going to make me big once we're there? Did you hear that, Lieutenant?

[ The Dragonair beeps. ]

[hythlodaeus]

Ah, that I do. As well as a couple physical augmentations. The citizenry won't quite understand the furry ears, unfortunately. Yet we can achieve all that we wish with a mere glamour.

[ It is just as well that she understands this to be a dream. It will all seem like one after the fact, anyway. Banania makes a call just to join in with everyone else's noise making. ]

So, where do you wish to go? There is a whole world here even aside from Amaurot. We do happen to be outside Goldenrod if you would like to see Emet-Selch's home.

[eightfoldlight]

[ From under the hood, her ears use all the space they can muster to perk up. ]

Of course I wish to see where he lives. That's one thing he denied me with the other illusory Amaurot. Though I understand you mean his... local-to-here home.

[ She begins trying to imagine Emet-Selch in this world where there's constant music playing and animals that can't be hunted as game. It gives her cognitive dissonance. ]

[hythlodaeus]

Indeed. Yet we will certainly be able to see both, provided his bedchamber is not occupied. No matter, he won't be holed up in there all weekend, surely.

[ It gives Emet-Selch dissonance as well. It's okay. Hythlodaeus magics himself down to size before whisking the two of them into Emet-Selch's living room. The wall is lined with stone death masks on individual mounts. To the right is the garden, to the left is the kitchen. ]

Oh, and do not mind the ghosts. They generally wish no harm.

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh reorients herself, blinking a few times as she takes it all in. The death masks earn the longest stare. Contextually, it makes sense, yet she still feels vaguely troubled and sorry for him. ]

So long as the ghosts don't pick a fight, I've no trouble with them. [ She finishes off the fish, then grins at Hythlodaeus. ]

You're rather cute when smaller.

[hythlodaeus]

I am even cuter without my mask.

[ Which is all the warning she gets before he does take off his mask and take down his hood. He's still much taller than her as it is, standing somewhere above six feet. Ordinarily, he's eight, but he finds that much too inconvenient for this tour. ]

[ The house itself, outside of the stone masks, is styled in a way that she would recognize as Hingan. Between the sliding doors, the slatted windows, and the elegant simplicity, it is the picture of understated class. The furnishings aren't sparse so much as chosen very deliberately. In strange, stark contrast to that are the appliances within the kitchen. They're all bright red with rounded corners... And something about the appliances seems to notice them the longer they stay. ]

Do make yourself comfortable. We are no longer in public after all. Would you like to look through Emet-Selch's closet?

[eightfoldlight]

You certainly are.

[ Yenh nods appreciatively at the sight of Hythlodaeus himself, pleased that her subconscious is good at conjuring attractive people. Since she believes it's all a dream, she sees no harm in being blunt saying so. Giving him a lopsided toothy grin, she takes one more look around, gaze landing on the appliances and lingering until his question breaks her curiosity. ]

And I most certainly wish to look in his closet. It is something I never knew I wished to do before now.

[hythlodaeus]

And yet, it is one of my very favorite hobbies. Come.

[He leads her through the kitchen as the ghosts inside the appliances open their eyes to spy upon them briefly. They become unconcerned and merely go back to sleep. He leads her into a decently sized room, though mostly uncluttered. There is a very large traditional futon unrolled out onto the floor. Hythlodaeus leads her to his closet which is absolutely bursting with different clothes. Suits, shirts, vests, shawls, skirts. There's new and second hand items, vintage and trendy. There's a box for just neck wear, boxes for accessories and shoes. And it's all very well organized. ]

What's interesting is that he was unable to Create a single piece of it! He does not seem to mind visiting the shops, though.

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh does a double-take at the pairs of eyes on the back of her neck. They're gone. With a shrug, all her attention refocuses on this, the most important matter, of taking in the clothes Emet-Selch has purchased and ostensibly wears. ]

I'm glad to learn he's not puttering about in Garlean fashion. He may have made more tolerable traveling company wearing robes. Or this.

[ She picks up a shawl and sniffs it curiously. ]

[hythlodaeus]

Oh, he still wears it all from time to time, though I cannot fathom why! Perhaps a reluctance to let go of some twisted way of life.

[ The shawl smells like cologne and cedar. ]

Putter truly is the word for how he moves, isn't it. I always try to make him stand up straight, but it never lasts as long as I wish.

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh nods in approval at the smell, hanging it back up nowhere as nicely as before. ]

I'm glad he has you to look out for him.

[ She means it, too. Emet-Selch might be an empire-building, worlds-destroying bringer of chaos, but she as much understands that he's also a man who lost everyone and everything he ever loved. It is comforting to think of these two friends as fully reunited in a place where he can't hurt anyone, even if it's only in her head. ]

Though if I were you, I'd burn the emperor outfit the moment he wasn't looking.

[hythlodaeus]

He is glad to have me as well, don't you worry. But I will hear this plea to burn his clothes with earnestness. He tends to wear it when it gets cold, as if he had no other option.

[ He drags a few hangers out and simply regards the clothing upon them. ]

I would not stop you if you wished to try these on.

[eightfoldlight]

[ Yenh looks at Hythlodaeus in a brief flash of surprise. Then she grins. It hadn't actually occurred to her, but neither had the closet thing, and she's going to keep "yes, and"ing this dream until it goes somewhere terrible. ]

Nor would I stop you, if you happened to remove other garments that I might decide I'd like to try on.

[ With absolutely no further ado, she slips the Amaurotine robe off from over her head, the mask getting lost somewhere along the way in the folds. Not remotely caring that she's extremely less dressed than in either states he's seen her in so far, she reaches out to take the selection from his hands. ]