Joseph...has never seen anything like this. His hosts were kind enough to explain how the mechanisms of the room work, but...well, theory and practice are two very different things. Joseph isn't squeamish about trial and error--neither artists nor researchers can be--but he has, for all the world, the look of an unnerved cat as he presses the buttons, watching the transformation in the furniture through furrowed brows.
Perhaps if he presses harder the settee will come out...? Unless those nails happen to break the panel first...
GOD SAVE US FROM THE QUEEN [B]
He does so love tea parties, so he couldn't deny the invitation--though there's a haughtiness around him, as he takes the sip from his cup ( little finger primly extended, saucer held perfectly straight in his other hand) that might seem unwelcoming to others. Unfortunately (for Joseph, or perhaps for whoever is looking for a seat), there is a chair open at the table he's sitting at. Are you perhaps looking for a place to settle?
SAY CHEESE
Joseph had been drawn by fireworks, wanting to get a closer look at the light and color painting the sky; he hadn't expected that greeting, and he eyes the pastries and sparkles with both interest and apprehension. At the offer of a drink, however, he perks up--though it doesn't look like any proper champagne he's had before. A 'kick', hm? He's not quite sure about it once it's given to him, the colors that are so attractive in the sky seeming a little frightening in the glass...and yet, inviting, too.
He takes that invitation, drinking it down, feeling the warmth running through him surprisingly quickly. The mooncake follows, suddenly inviting in its sweetness, and he tears the sparkler pack open next, pulling one out, lighting it off one of the candles nearby--and then jumping with a shriek as it goes off (straight into the person behind him).
WILDCARD ((Throw something at me or HMU at vaderetro!))
Joseph Desaulniers | Identity V | Sanguis
THERE AND BACK AGAIN [A]
Joseph...has never seen anything like this. His hosts were kind enough to explain how the mechanisms of the room work, but...well, theory and practice are two very different things. Joseph isn't squeamish about trial and error--neither artists nor researchers can be--but he has, for all the world, the look of an unnerved cat as he presses the buttons, watching the transformation in the furniture through furrowed brows.
"Ah...no, blast...oh--? Perhaps...tch, ah, merde..."
Perhaps if he presses harder the settee will come out...? Unless those nails happen to break the panel first...
GOD SAVE US FROM THE QUEEN [B]
He does so love tea parties, so he couldn't deny the invitation--though there's a haughtiness around him, as he takes the sip from his cup ( little finger primly extended, saucer held perfectly straight in his other hand) that might seem unwelcoming to others. Unfortunately (for Joseph, or perhaps for whoever is looking for a seat), there is a chair open at the table he's sitting at. Are you perhaps looking for a place to settle?
SAY CHEESE
Joseph had been drawn by fireworks, wanting to get a closer look at the light and color painting the sky; he hadn't expected that greeting, and he eyes the pastries and sparkles with both interest and apprehension. At the offer of a drink, however, he perks up--though it doesn't look like any proper champagne he's had before. A 'kick', hm?
He's not quite sure about it once it's given to him, the colors that are so attractive in the sky seeming a little frightening in the glass...and yet, inviting, too.
He takes that invitation, drinking it down, feeling the warmth running through him surprisingly quickly. The mooncake follows, suddenly inviting in its sweetness, and he tears the sparkler pack open next, pulling one out, lighting it off one of the candles nearby--and then jumping with a shriek as it goes off (straight into the person behind him).
WILDCARD
((Throw something at me or HMU at