[it is in this moment they have realized they have been possibly tricked by a terrible grandpa. assuming you're looking at the w1 doors dana i will let you rng between 3, 4, 6, 8 or 9 since gestures in npc.]
hilariously they're going to be headed to door 6 which is actually quite fun.
6. You open the door and find yourself inside an art studio. The door vanishes behind you; in front of you, there is a canvas, and beyond that, there is a space for a model to strike a pose. One of you must paint the other, using paints in very specific shades. Once the painting is finished, you both find yourselves back out in the hallway, disoriented. Only four minutes have passed, but the subject of the painting will find themselves overwhelmed by the emotions corresponding to the colors they were painted with for half an hour after emerging from the room.]
I'm not worried. [it's hard to say what their expression is with the veil, but they seem to be focused on exuding a kind of calmness. they also seem to think that mikazuki, at least, is genuine enough in that despite the fact they should probably be saying this to him. what if they stand perfectly still and look at everything to make sure nothing else will happen?]
How should we start then? You've done these doors more than we have.
[you're doing so good aquarius. mikazuki will then begin to wander toward the set.]
I believe we are meant to engage in this activity together...and I believe that there shall be some type of result from our actions.
[so he doesn't mind putting a little bit more of the choosing in aquarius' care when jiji simply doesn't feel strongly either way]
I'm afraid this old man will take another century weighing options if left to choose. Would you like to be the model? Or shall this old man be your still life?
If we don't know what the results are...I don't mind modeling. And with my art skills you'd probably end up looking like a potato anyway.
[perhaps the door will take pity and nothing will happen because they are staff. they can dream. but okay. onward they go toward the set and aquarius settles into a comfortable position.]
That aside, it means I can ask you a few questions. It's been a pretty interesting stay so far. You're doing okay? [besides the healing. with all of the murder and the npc to pc shift and everything.]
but mikazuki shall wander toward the canvas then, admiring the supplies. he will begin by wetting his brush and preparing the canvas. he's really going to do this like japanese watercolor you're going to get such beautiful fanart, aquarius.]
I am as I always have been. Do you worry after me, dear Aquarius? [and then a soft hum] And do you have a favored color?
[terrible, they don't deserve something nice. but they also seem fine staying still to model, so paint to your heart's content jiji.]
I can't say I'm used to bright colors. [there's a gesture to their uniform.] And I wouldn't say worry, but...guest relations means checking in on guests. And last I checked, you were a guest, so I'm checking in.
[that makes mikazuki laugh and he seems thoughtful for a moment before reaching for the color palette. the dominant color of a dark purple, the softer tones of orange, and accents of yellow.
aquarius over sunset.]
Very well, very well.
[artsy fuck]
Hmm... It would be remiss to say that. I believe kindness comes in many forms. Though I would say.... I prefer the types of kindness I have encountered lately more than that which I received during the majority of my existence.
[they don't lean too far to see what colors jiji's using, but they do have their head turned just slightly out of curiosity. the painting will be beautiful but the emotions might be a mess. that's a later aquarius problem.
all the same, something in their demeanor shifts with that answer.]
Can I ask what the difference is? I mean kindness does come in a lot of forms, you're right, but I'm just wondering.
... if you consider time itself as a big river, objects are like the boats that float upon its stream, buoyed by the feelings of people. They are carried from place to place, their locations based on their owners. Some may sink in their journey.
So what prompts an object to be kept? Because it is seen as a vessel of power and pedigree? Because someone truly loves it, and wants to honor the memory of its past? And even if you love the past, does that mean you are blind to the present?
[ . . . he lets his hand wield the brush like he is performing calligraphy. one piece of art creating another.]
It is simpler - when you look similar to how people do. When they love or hate you more straightforwardly.
[some people might think that what mikazuki is saying is overly flowery, a bit presumptuous and maybe it's too many words to get to the point. but aquarius listens, mulling over them briefly before there's a short nod.]
Having your own body and spirit versus being an object of history, you mean. Easier to see if people are basing their feelings about you off of how you act and live and not your lineage and history. Something like that?
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I wonder what would happen if one of you ventured into the odd doors with us...
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[that is a great question though.]
You haven't seen any of the new ones this week, have you?
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Are you curious?
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[but.]
Maybe a little, but it's probably not advisable for the staff to skip their duties to explore.
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And should an injured guest request company? Might that fall under your duties?
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[they say, weighing the pros and cons.]
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[breezily, headed toward the elevator
mod do you have a preference on a door or else i'm rnging it]
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Ah. I suddenly see where this is going.
[unfortunately, it is staff duty to follow.]
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[cOULD IT? COULD IT????
hilariously they're going to be headed to door 6 which is actually quite fun.
6. You open the door and find yourself inside an art studio. The door vanishes behind you; in front of you, there is a canvas, and beyond that, there is a space for a model to strike a pose. One of you must paint the other, using paints in very specific shades. Once the painting is finished, you both find yourselves back out in the hallway, disoriented. Only four minutes have passed, but the subject of the painting will find themselves overwhelmed by the emotions corresponding to the colors they were painted with for half an hour after emerging from the room.]
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on the other hand, the door vanishes once they step through and aquarius finds themselves a little on-edge as they glance around under their veil.]
So...what are your feelings about art? Still fun?
[oof. this is truly...something.]
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I love art.
[though mikazuki doesn't begin to wander toward the other parts just yet, looking to aquarius first with a soft smile]
I will not allow harm to come to you, my friend.
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How should we start then? You've done these doors more than we have.
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I believe we are meant to engage in this activity together...and I believe that there shall be some type of result from our actions.
[so he doesn't mind putting a little bit more of the choosing in aquarius' care when jiji simply doesn't feel strongly either way]
I'm afraid this old man will take another century weighing options if left to choose. Would you like to be the model? Or shall this old man be your still life?
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[perhaps the door will take pity and nothing will happen because they are staff. they can dream. but okay. onward they go toward the set and aquarius settles into a comfortable position.]
That aside, it means I can ask you a few questions. It's been a pretty interesting stay so far. You're doing okay? [besides the healing. with all of the murder and the npc to pc shift and everything.]
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[stop
but mikazuki shall wander toward the canvas then, admiring the supplies. he will begin by wetting his brush and preparing the canvas. he's really going to do this like japanese watercolor you're going to get such beautiful fanart, aquarius.]
I am as I always have been. Do you worry after me, dear Aquarius? [and then a soft hum] And do you have a favored color?
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I can't say I'm used to bright colors. [there's a gesture to their uniform.] And I wouldn't say worry, but...guest relations means checking in on guests. And last I checked, you were a guest, so I'm checking in.
[so, in a roundabout way, yeah kinda.]
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[but he can stay away from those if they would prefer to stick to the uniform]
Fufu... I am indeed a guest, and I have been checked in on. I have received much kindness lately... How fortunate am I.
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[they are now just curious even though they do prefer darker colors.]
You can't tell me that people didn't treat you with kindness before. [it's said in a way that implies they're hoping that's the case, actually.]
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aquarius over sunset.]
Very well, very well.
[artsy fuck]
Hmm... It would be remiss to say that. I believe kindness comes in many forms. Though I would say.... I prefer the types of kindness I have encountered lately more than that which I received during the majority of my existence.
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all the same, something in their demeanor shifts with that answer.]
Can I ask what the difference is? I mean kindness does come in a lot of forms, you're right, but I'm just wondering.
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he'll just keep painting as they chat]
Fufu....
Do you ever find yourself wondering if there is a reason why people are kind, dear Aquarius?
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actually this is fine, they seem a little more serious but somehow more relaxed all the same.]
Yes. [they will also come right out and say such.] But I also don't always expect people to be kind either.
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... if you consider time itself as a big river, objects are like the boats that float upon its stream, buoyed by the feelings of people. They are carried from place to place, their locations based on their owners. Some may sink in their journey.
So what prompts an object to be kept? Because it is seen as a vessel of power and pedigree? Because someone truly loves it, and wants to honor the memory of its past? And even if you love the past, does that mean you are blind to the present?
[ . . . he lets his hand wield the brush like he is performing calligraphy. one piece of art creating another.]
It is simpler - when you look similar to how people do. When they love or hate you more straightforwardly.
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Having your own body and spirit versus being an object of history, you mean. Easier to see if people are basing their feelings about you off of how you act and live and not your lineage and history. Something like that?
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Mm. Something like that.
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