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Post by Caelie Ariane on Jul 18, 2017 21:41:58 GMT -5
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❛what's she doing all the way over there?
Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall and we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm still alive
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[attr="class","box2"] If you ask Caelie, familiarizing yourself with the lay of the land was quite the important thing to do. What’s more, this manor had the added bonus of making things more exciting simply by the virtue of it being what it is – a grand, majestic building, one with halls that seem to whisper telltale signs of all the fun they kept in store. After all, who wouldn't like such a setting? Writers of a genre that featured prominent use of such places in works both new and old? Please. This manor was practically heaven-sent, even with its somewhat tacky title in mind. The sheer amount of inspiration that could be drawn from this place… fictional webs were being spun, and it was wonderful.
Without too big of a rush in her step, Caelie periodically stopped and sketched something in her notebook as she made the rounds. Eventually entering the backyard, she’d hoped to summarize this place as yet another location with no expense spared. Interior furnishing was top notch, so obviously the same should have been expected for the outside.
Sadly, the grass was fake. Pity.
Various other things here had caught Caelie’s eye, not the least of which were the plastered warnings of violent, explosive death. Looking at those high, towering fences (which were disturbingly akin to walls, in her mind) brought out a sense of disgust, but this wasn’t reason enough to give up on exploring this place. Pushing through bitter memories, she walked to the far-left corner of the yard to come face to face with… a redhead whose most prominent features were the steampunk-esque goggles on her head.
Taking a step back behind the corner of the house where she’d hopefully be left unseen, Caelie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had wanted to just get in and out of this place, but seeing as how one of her competitors were here… well, there was nothing to be done about that now. Keeping her notebook and pen back into her jeans’ pockets, Caelie approached the toy-maker.
“Karlsen, was it? Congratulations on getting in.”
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Post by Irene Karlsen on Jul 19, 2017 0:00:20 GMT -5
Irene had never been one for going outside, and indeed, still wasn't. She preferred the comfort of her workshop to the unpredictability of what lie outside, but this backyard could hardly be called outside, could it? Whatever life usually existed in the outside consisted of plastic in this yard, controlled and placed by hand. There was a comfort to be found in how predictable it was, unmoving, without pests lurking beneath, and without the possibility of the weather ruining one's plans for that day. Perhaps that wasn't entirely true, as she found while examining a dial with familiar-looking symbols decorating it. A method of controlling the weather within the room? The craftsmanship behind it had to be respected, an attempt to bring control to the untamed, but it was a false control, as this was not truly the untamed.
As Irene considered what the purpose of the dial might be, someone had joined her. The mystery novelist, whose work she may have been familiar with. Another best, another whose talents were admirable. A competitor, but an equal, in a sense. She turned to face her, goggles still covering her eyes. "That would be correct. Irene Karlsen. I must congratulate you as well, Ms. Ariane. Reading occupies much of my time when not at work on a design. I may have read some of your works prior to our meeting. Amusements are my business, and amusements that tax the mind are among them. Not in the same form, but among them nonetheless."
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Post by Caelie Ariane on Jul 20, 2017 22:23:07 GMT -5
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❛what lies behind those pieces of glass?
Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall and we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm still alive
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[attr="class","box2"] From Yuichiro to Irene, it seems like quite a number of people here had some passing experience with her novels. While an argument could be made that two out of twenty weren’t actually a lot, this was still enough for it to become a pleasant discovery. Either that or blatant lies, but Caelie held off deciding between one or another for now. It wasn’t like she was going to grill them for details, and instead, if they really had done this with some intention to curry favor from her, what’s wrong with affording them just a little bit? The two of them had caught enough of Caelie's interest, first impressions and all. Not only that, but also from the little that she's managed to scratch off the surface of their psyche. Of course what lies beneath remained to be seen, but all in due time.
“Thank you,” said Caelie, smiling. “I wish I’m able to return the favor and say that I’ve had experience with your creations too, but…” With a rueful look, she shook her head. “I take it that you create toys puzzle-box like in nature? I’ve never had a chance with one, but I'd love to give them a shot or two,” she continued, her gaze directed at the redhead’s goggles. The reflective lens that blocked all view of Irene’s eyes… would labeling this akin to staring into an abyss be a touch too melodramatic? Was this a part of the girl’s tactic, or was it simply an innocent little habit? Could Caelie afford to ask? Probably not, but an eye or two will be kept out for any opportunity to come.
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Post by Irene Karlsen on Jul 20, 2017 23:23:29 GMT -5
The mystery novelist seemed to show interest in her craft, as well as her eyewear, neither of which she could blame her for. They were two of the things she was most frequently asked about in her life, and she had grown used to answering. She hadn't necessarily tired of the questions or grown especially upset, but they were subjects that she was questioned on a lot nonetheless. Certainly, the mystery novelist was asked about her writings, and the others were asked about their specialties. It was a natural curiosity that people had.
"Some of them, yes, but not exclusively. My creations range from the wooden, to the mechanical, to the plush, and on rare occasions, the plastic. Puzzle boxes are among the mechanical, but I do not wish to limit myself to any particular materials or designs. In order to remain the best, one must be willing to challenge oneself, and to continually improve. My creations today, for example, would be far different from those at the beginning of my career. I do not recall attempting a mechanical box during my beginnings, as it is one of the more intricate designs."
"To answer your question... Yes, I do create toys puzzle-box like in nature." She nodded slowly.
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Post by Caelie Ariane on Jul 23, 2017 21:57:19 GMT -5
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Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall and we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm still alive
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[attr="class","box2"] It was clear that this girl wasn’t one for conversation. Now this wasn’t a bad thing per say. There were different groups of people even within that one label, and Irene looked to fall into the ‘don’t hate it but wasn’t good at it either’ category. Caelie had stumbled across a decent number of people that type – her fans, as loyal as they were, had the tendency of sometimes being (or looking like) shut-ins, shy or downright lacking with confidence – and she knew how to deal with them. To an extent. The goggles still irked her, and it was an unpleasant little feeling. Though of course, Caelie let little of that feeling show on her exterior.
“How I wish I’ve stumbled across your shop earlier in the past. The days I could have spent enjoying your creations, they feel a little bit wasted now,” said Caelie, smiling gently. From where she was, she glanced over behind where Irene was standing. This was the last part of the backyard still left unexplored (save for inside the two locked sheds) and what was hidden behind the redhead was a… dial?
“Do you know what this is?” she asked, moving closer to take a closer look.
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Post by Irene Karlsen on Jul 24, 2017 22:42:16 GMT -5
"My creations bring amusement to both the old and the young, Ms. Ariane. The future and past shall always exist, and one's mind must remain on both. It may be seen as a waste not having done so before, but there is still time ahead. People of all ages visit my humble shop for the first time." Irene paused. "I welcome visitors." While there was room to reflect on the past, there was no time to be spent on regret. The events of the past could not be changed, and were responsible for whatever might happen in the future, regardless of whether positive or negative. It was a matter of simple facts.
She stepped to the side to allow Caelie a better view of the dial, before turning to face it again. "It appears to be a method of controlling the climate within the area. A fascinating concept, but I am speculating. I have not touched it as of this moment, as I found it unnecessary. Its function may well be very different from what I suspect, or it may lack a function entirely. No, I do not know what it is." She slowly shook her head. "Would you like the honor of investigating its purpose?"
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Post by Caelie Ariane on Jul 25, 2017 13:16:50 GMT -5
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Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall and we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm still alive
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[attr="class","box2"] “Where is your shop located? I’ll be sure to visit you one day,” replied Caelie, looking over her shoulder to accept Irene’s offer with a smile. It was a happy little proposal, after all. In Caelie’s mind, she’s already conjured up an image of a humble corner shop, one filled to the brim with knickknacks displayed on tables and shelves and all throughout. It was a peaceful place, somewhere she could honestly see herself spending comfortable time in. And while, of course, this was simply an imagination, Caelie had moderate confidence in the guess. And if not… well, at least it was good inspiration to store away for possible future use.
Turning back to the dial, she noted the weather symbols that had attributed to Irene’s hypothesis. Question was, how much honor was there really in the act of investigating this? While Caelie had discounted the idea of any harm happening to her from doing so, a part of her had wondered why Irene didn’t tinker. Calling it to be ‘unnecessary’ seemed awfully convenient, though… perhaps the redhead was actually telling the truth. Yeah, she probably was.
On Caelie’s part though, her curiosity often did get the best of her. "Don't mind if I do." she said, crouching down. Reaching out, she carefully turned the dial towards the graphic of snow.
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