open | knock knock

[festivalpies]

Who: Julien, and anyone who answers.
Where: The first floor of the Xochipilli Employee Housing.
When: 1st July, early morning.
Summary: Getting to know the neighbours.
Rating: G

One fate averted in favour of another. Julien had exhausted questioning his situation, and despite his uneasy sleep in so foreign a land, El Sera heralded the dawn of a renewed future for him, free of Duke Edmun's dungeon and wrath. If this was the work of the Maker's hand, then his due penance would be paid in service rather than flesh – whether by coincidence or design, the task asked of him played to his strengths and allowed him to remain true to his knight's path.

What he did not have was an appropriate foundation, which was why this morning found Julien knocking upon his neighbours' doors. Though he would not force the matter, in his experience it paid to be acquainted with those in your vicinity. It was no bad place to start.

Comments

[crotesque]

It had taken Will a few days to accept what was going on, but... he had found someone at Xochipilli willing to douse his skepticism and he feels that he is on point with the rules of this delusion. And it is certainly a delusion, in his mind, a long dream that he's going to wake up from eventually; and God only knows what he'll have done. For now, however, he's reached an uneasy sort of peace with the situation. Especially after nearly being drowned by ice pixies.

A dog barks when Julien knocks on their door, and when Will comes to answer, the animal is sitting at his side: a shepherd with a bandaged paw.

"Yeah?" Will looks distrustful.

[warmgun]

John needs a drink. In fact, he needs several of them. He's never been fond of dealing with paperwork. Paperwork where he's lying through his teeth about passports and work Visas is particularly irritating, though. He's not Sherlock. He doesn't slip out of one skin and into another with the ease of a snake. Still, it's nonsense that's got to be done. The stack of forms had arrived along with fake documentation in his name. If he wanted to be a doctor in an American academy, it would be tedious.

The knock at the door is a welcome distraction, and John's up and over to the door more quickly than he really should be for someone supposedly engrossed in something. He pauses at the door give it a moment not to look overeager, then opens it. There's a man he doesn't recognize standing there.

"Something I can do for you, mate?"