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[ashkente]

Good afternoon, Castle. There's a new arrival, a seven-foot-tall skeleton in the ballroom sampling the sweets. He may be the most unruffled newbie to arrive on the floating island in quite a long time. Those who can remember events before they happen tend not to be surprised very often, and this is nothing more than a vacation for him. No Duty to do at all, for he doesn't have dominion here. He hopes it'll be restful and possibly even pleasant.

He's going to try a little bit of everything in the room, in no hurry. For any witnesses, it's a bizarre thing to see. Food goes into his mouth, isn't chewed at all, and must go somewhere, because it's not ending up on the floor. No matter how long he's watched, it's going to remain a mystery as to how he swallows and where it's ending up. Best not to ask, you'd only embarrass him. Some things ought to be kept private.

(Of course, skeletons eating food can't be anything new here. Hopefully no one will stare at him too long.)

don't fear the reaper(s)

[parttime_reaper]

Tonight, just as the sun starts to sink below the horizon, the castle has another newcomer. And she’s not terribly amused.

Today had been the first day of summer holiday. It had been predictably quiet and nothing at all extraordinary. It wasn’t until she was heading out into the muggy Ankh-Morpork evening for a stroll past the chocolate shop -- not to stop in, of course not -- that she rounded a corner and found herself here.

For a woman who always knows Where she is and, as such, Where she is going, this is a certain annoyance.

Residents of the castle may be surprised to see a young woman with a rather stark expression on her face just walking right through the wall like she owns the place. After two doors leading to, frankly, impossible rooms, she’s convinced it’s just easier this way. She’s dressed all in black. Her hair looks almost like a live thing, frizzed out around her head in a white aura with one thick black streak through it.

Whatever this place is, it isn’t the Discworld, and she knows that for certain. A different place calls for different rules, and that includes taking up her less human abilities to get a grip on what’s going on.

And at the top of her list is getting some kind of weapon, be it a fireplace poker or a wrench or something. She wants to hit something with how very… silly this place seems to operate.

[[ooc: Just kinda getting this posted now, since things will be a bit hectic until tomorrow afternoon. Tags might be a bit slow, but I'll be here!]]