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the temple of beginnings.

we're all a little mad here.

Needless to say, the Circle has been out of sorts as of late.

Fortunately, the weather has stabilized — residents will find that they are no longer plagued with snowstorms or heat waves. However, it appears that the flora and fauna have...come to life. Vines may wind around your feet and legs, entrapping you in a vice-like grip. They will eventually let go, but it seems like you need to speak nicely to them first. Bizarre, but it'll get the job done.

Mushrooms have also sprouted and now sing at you when you pass by — they aren’t particularly good singers either. Trees extend their branches to poke at you from behind, but when you turn around you’ll find that no one is there.

...And worst of all, the flowers seem to be especially privy to your thoughts; when you’re close, they’ll blab out whatever is on your mind at the moment and will only be silenced once they are picked. Best of luck surviving in this more, er, animated environment! Perhaps even plant-life can be reasoned with…? Or destroyed.

That’s always an option, isn’t it?

oh my god they were roommates.

It isn’t a proper welcome until you’ve picked out your room! In the hallways, you may find a table or two offering cookies and tea as you survey your newfound surroundings. They seem to be left by invisible people . . . weird? The Unseen Servants seem to be playing a bit more nicely from your arrival, and seem to be apologizing for their antics with sweets! (These cookies, neverfear, are not magically cursed. They are just normal cookies.)

These rooms are a bit magical, you see — should you decide to room with another person (or multiple people), you’ll find that the room itself will accommodate your needs and expand accordingly. They look the same for the most part, so some might say that it would be wise to make your decision based on what your neighbors are like.

Say hello or potentially someone else’s room by accident; it’s a bit of a Russian roulette.

Regardless, it seems that this is your new home in sense of the word. Make the most of it!

wildcard.

The Temple is a pretty big place! The Forest of the Fey stretches on endlessly, Lake Dona (and the resident Nessie) is free to explore, and there are plenty of creatures who are curiously inspecting the new arrivals.

The wyverns seem to be particularly precocious today, given the singing mushrooms, the psychic flowers, and the new people checking into new rooms! They are relatively harmless (as are most of the creatures in the Temple), but can be pretty annoying . . . especially if you have something resembling a snack in your hand.

At any rate, free to explore the rest of the Temple, the Forest, or the Lake at your leisure! Unless otherwise designated in the bestiary, everything is free to play/free to explore. :)

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[Firo's scoping out the area for any plants that're actually useful rather than sassy--and he doesn't find any, but he does find this guy in time to witness that graceful toppling and overhear that voice. He glances around for a third person who might be offering the commentary but sees no one else--was it this guy talking to himself?]

A king, huh?

[There's not much for a flower to add that his tone doesn't already say, peppered with amusement and skepticism, but one pipes up anyway:]

Wishful thinking, pal.

Oak and Ash...

[Quentin mutters, tugging fitfully at his feet where they're still tangled. But Spike is doing decent negotiating, since he manages to pull free a moment later. Okay.

That said, as he looks up he looks thoroughly nervous about the fact that those words got heard.]

Uh... don't pay attention to that. Flowers don't know what they're saying. [He glares in the flowers' direction. Climbing to his feet, he tries to brush his clothes off to put them back in order.]

See?

It's the flowers?

[Yeah, he didn't figure that out on his own, so what? He never claimed to be smart!

He takes it in stride, partly because he's getting used to weird stuff happening here and mostly because he's more focused on scrutinizing this guy as he rises. If there was hope of him forgetting about the king comment, that hope will have to die because he's nosy and that nervousness is only piquing his curiosity.]

What exactly am I supposed to be seeing that's gonna make that make any more sense?

Uh... that there are flowers. Not that that helps with the sense, I guess.

[A sheepish shrug. Look it's weird, okay? He gets that. Not that weird for him because well, Faerie is full of this brand of strange, so he's rolling with it.

The flowers though, are not helping.] 'Of course it's weird for a human. Humans aren't supposed to have to deal with magic.'

[Quentin frowns and reaches out to pick that flower. Shh. Shhhhhh.]

[Firo watches the flower get plucked with something like amusement.]

That's pretty rich, considering all the magic crap we've had to put up with here. [He nods towards the vines.] Like that stuff that got you. What was that about, anyway, "king"?

You seem to be handling it pretty well. Where I'm from, humans generally don't believe in magic or know it exists.

[And the Fae try to keep it that way.]

That... uh well. No clue. You'd have to ask the flowers I guess. They're flowers, so I don't think we can really trust what they have to say anyway.

[Was that believable? Quentin thinks it sounded pretty believable. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking. It's about this point where Spike reemerges from the brush, and settles itself at Quentin's feet.]

I've just been here too long.

Not to mention all the weird shit that happened back home.

[His head snaps around as he tries to spot which flower is the offender. No dice.]

Do you usually talk to flowers?

[It's more of a rhetorical question, so his thoughts quickly veer elsewhere as he watches that cat thing (?) pop out of the bushes. The flowers seem more than happy to spout out the confusion that shows on his face.]

The hell is that? [A beat.] I hate this.

So you're an old pro at weird. Got it.

[Quentin considers the question. He wants to say not really, but then does Duchess Torquill count as a flower? He thinks she probably does. And April used to be a tree, basically. And then yeah, there's Spike.

Quentin reaches down to gather the rose goblin up, the vaguely feline, vaguely rosebush critter settles into his arms happily enough.]

This is Spike. It's a friend of mine, from back home. It's a rose goblin. ...so yeah I guess I talk to flowers sometimes.

[Firo's face twitches--so often he prides himself on being above the weirdness that he's miffed to be linked to it.

He watches the rose goblin snuggle in like it's totally normal.]

Then it looks like you're more of a pro at weird than I am. Is it like this where you're from?

[He'd seemed to know something about magic, the way he talked before.]

Yeah, kind of. I mean, the human world is pretty normal on the surface. But Faerie is a lot like this.

[At this point Quentin is full on giving up trying to pretend he's from a totally normal world or that he's totally normal himself.]

Also California is really weird too.

[It is.]

Can't disagree on California.

[He's only ever been to Alcatraz, so there are some bad feelings there.]

But Faerie?

[His tone is wary as he braces himself for some weird magic stuff--it's like it never ends. As for why he asks anyway, he just can't help it; he's too curious. You can't not ask the guy holding a weird rose goblin about where he's from.]

[Hey! Alcatraz is right nearby where he lives these days. Not that Quentin has been, exactly, but Toby's enchanted shoes got left there once.

Anyway.

Quentin considers for a moment before figuring,]

'Well, screw it.'

[Which a flower announces for him and has the blond blushing faintly before shrugging. He lifts a hand to run through his hair and shakes off the illusion he's wearing at the same time. He's still recognizable as the same person. But his ears are sharply pointed, hair less regularly blond and more a metallic bronze color, his features and bone structure all a little too fine to be normal, eyes a blue that's far too bright to be normal.]

Faerie. The realm of the Fae. Though a lot of us live in the human world too, just... we're pretty good at hiding.

[The transformation is so disorienting that--silly as it makes him feel--Firo catches himself blinking a few times to check his eyes.

And here the guy talks about it like it's normal, which Firo supposes it is normal to him, but it's sure as hell not normal to Firo.]

What'd you just do?

I broke my illusion spell.

[Quentin answers, and by his tone, yeah, definitely normal. But he does get that it probably isn't normal to most people -- especially human people.]

Most of us craft that sort of illusion whenever we're out among humans. But... this place isn't exactly the mortal world. So...

[He's throwing in the towel on that pretense. For now.]

...Uh-huh.

[One of the flowers nearby picks up his resigned thoughts on that: Guess I don't have much of a choice but to believe that.

They are, after all, in a world that Firo can't pretend isn't magic, and how else could the sudden change in appearance be explained? In a case like this, it's easier to just go along with it.]

First you're a king, now you're a--a fae?

Most kings are something else aren't they? Humans are kings .Or well, I guess more often prime ministers and presidents, but whatever.

[A shrug. Look. He's aware his world is weird at least. He does grin a bit at the flower announcement.]

This all must be strange if you aren't used to it.

[You can say that again. Firo half-smiles and nods.]

Yeah, you don't run into either of those where I'm from.

Well, that might be on purpose. If there are Fae in your world, they probably keep themselves secret from humans.

[That's the name of the game. So. Maybe there's less normal in this guy's homeworld than he thinks. Is that comforting?

Maybe not comforting. Oh well.]

[Yeah, not comforting. Firo presses his hand to his forehead and doesn't hold back on the sarcasm:]

Well, that's good to know. Not like I can do anything about it.

[After a pause, he adds:]

And I think people've already gotten rid of most of the kings.

[So that explains why that part's so weird for him too. Mostly, he might (definitely) just be saying that to try and make this guy uncomfortable in return for that thought about people who can change their faces skulking around everywhere.]

No probably not.

[Quentin shrugs at that.] Humans, mostly. Faerie is all kings and queens, dukes and duchesses. [A pause and he adds,] Besides, I'm Canadian.

[Even human Canada still looks to the British monarch as head of state. Quentin doesn't seem all that bothered by it.]

Canada? [He tries not to sound too surprised; there are many topics that Firo doesn't keep track of, and Canadian politics is one of them.

But he does know some things about Canada! He nods a few times, and, with as much of an air of authority as he can muster, offers:]

People used to bring in pretty good whiskey from there during Prohibition.

Did they? Prohibition... that was an American thing from a looong time ago, before I was born. [He's immortal, and unless he's killed he'll live for centuries upon centuries, if not longer. But right now he's exactly as old as he looks, just shy of eighteen.] That went on almost a hundred years.

[Wait hold on now, this has Quentin's attention entirely.] Is that the when you're from?

[Crazy. But interesting. Really interesting.]

A hundred years?

[Firo's not a stranger to people being from "his" future, but that's still a long time in the future to imagine.

He nods.]

Just about. They finally got rid of it last year, where I'm from.

Almost. Maybe eighty? A long time anyway. I had to learn about it when I was going to high school for a while.

[But that ended abruptly, and that was his only foray in American history.]

Huh. That's interesting though. I guess I was thinking of people from different worlds, not different worlds and different times.

Believe me, there's all sorts of people from the future here.

[The future to him, at least.]

There used to be some people from farther back, but I don't know how many there are now.

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