[ No matter what the weather was like just moments ago, there is a gradual shift to rain.
It starts light. Then, gradually, becomes steady. Eventually it develops into the sort of soaking downpour that even an deep Atlantic rain gear wouldn't be able to withstand.
Not long after the worst settles in, the slim figure of a young man, still in his adolescence appears. Despite being soaked through, his dark hair plastered to his pale forehead, his smile can only be described as megawatt. As if it contains the full warmth of the sun within. His voice, when he speaks, is low and posh but cheerful as he makes a genuine effort to be engaging; even with strangers. ]
Hello! Have you taken a wrong turn? I believe I may have done so about three turns back, this maze is quite tricky.
II. The Kitchen - Network/Action [OOC: THREADJACK ENCOURAGED!. Our lovely mod has provided a list of dubious tea experiences. Anyone interested in having an RNG experience of which tea they get? Because marmite tea. Yum ... yum? ]
[ It isn't as if he feels any physical urges for tea. It is strictly a self soothing habit to search out and then prepare tea. It is also a self soothing habit to offer tea to others.
There may be an argument to be made for Lockwood to have tasted each of the teas before he put them on offer. But that's probably going to be a lesson learned; after the fact. ]
Un: Lockwood I don't know about the rest of you, but I've always found that impossible situations seem less impossible over a cup of tea.
To this end. I've scrounged through the kitchen, and I've found a selection of tea leaves on offer.
If you're concerned about the ghosts and their odd demands, not to worry. Ghost hunting is my business back home. I know all the tricks to keep them at bay. Besides that, I think they've found me a bit boring to be honest. Too young to have any good love stories to share.
III. The Dungeons
[ It's no secret that Lockwood enjoys his own reflection. At least, that is the image he likes to project.
He has come down here with a purpose in mind, having heard others mention the young man incarcerated -at least last he heard- down here. The mirrors, however, have caught his attention.
Lockwood's expression is pensive, and there is a lost quality in his dark eye, as he watches an older version of himself -trapped within the reflective frame- stumble about. There is a half broken marionette quality to his reflection that seems to fascinate him in the present, and his usual brilliant smile is absent.
Without the animation of his habitual smile, his eye are deeply sunken in their sockets, the bruised shadows under his eyes highlighted by the hollows through his cheeks. It gives him the appearance of being more skeletal than the actually skeletons rattling around in the corridors. ]
Anthony Lockwood | Lockwood and Co | Old Timer
[ No matter what the weather was like just moments ago, there is a gradual shift to rain.
It starts light. Then, gradually, becomes steady. Eventually it develops into the sort of soaking downpour that even an deep Atlantic rain gear wouldn't be able to withstand.
Not long after the worst settles in, the slim figure of a young man, still in his adolescence appears. Despite being soaked through, his dark hair plastered to his pale forehead, his smile can only be described as megawatt. As if it contains the full warmth of the sun within. His voice, when he speaks, is low and posh but cheerful as he makes a genuine effort to be engaging; even with strangers. ]
Hello! Have you taken a wrong turn? I believe I may have done so about three turns back, this maze is quite tricky.
II. The Kitchen - Network/Action [OOC: THREADJACK ENCOURAGED!. Our lovely mod has provided a list of dubious tea experiences. Anyone interested in having an RNG experience of which tea they get? Because marmite tea. Yum ... yum? ]
[ It isn't as if he feels any physical urges for tea. It is strictly a self soothing habit to search out and then prepare tea. It is also a self soothing habit to offer tea to others.
There may be an argument to be made for Lockwood to have tasted each of the teas before he put them on offer. But that's probably going to be a lesson learned; after the fact. ]
Un: Lockwood I don't know about the rest of you, but I've always found that impossible situations seem less impossible over a cup of tea.
To this end. I've scrounged through the kitchen, and I've found a selection of tea leaves on offer.
If you're concerned about the ghosts and their odd demands, not to worry. Ghost hunting is my business back home. I know all the tricks to keep them at bay. Besides that, I think they've found me a bit boring to be honest. Too young to have any good love stories to share.
III. The Dungeons
[ It's no secret that Lockwood enjoys his own reflection. At least, that is the image he likes to project.
He has come down here with a purpose in mind, having heard others mention the young man incarcerated -at least last he heard- down here. The mirrors, however, have caught his attention.
Lockwood's expression is pensive, and there is a lost quality in his dark eye, as he watches an older version of himself -trapped within the reflective frame- stumble about. There is a half broken marionette quality to his reflection that seems to fascinate him in the present, and his usual brilliant smile is absent.
Without the animation of his habitual smile, his eye are deeply sunken in their sockets, the bruised shadows under his eyes highlighted by the hollows through his cheeks. It gives him the appearance of being more skeletal than the actually skeletons rattling around in the corridors. ]