Wardrobe

Villager: Atriena

He would say right now he didn't mean to pry but he did, he was curious by nature and his ability to be polite had extended as far as following her around and showing her the door and not poking into her life uninvited but he -was- curious so he would sate some of it, "Did you loose your arm wandering like the people who come here?"

He was still standing in the blue light from the window, he liked it there.

(ooh yesss flappers are nice too ahh, updated speakeasy kind of feel I dig)

He padded through the opened door and out into the bar proper, his ears twitched at the sound of his steps against the hardwood floors, very different than his usual means of transportation on tile or not at all really. He didn't walk around much honestly.

He looked up at the big bay windows and stretched out his arms to consider the way the light flushed over them in blue tones from the tint. It was like looking up from under shallow water, cold and yet forgiving and he liked it.

"It is nice here, one can feel how welcoming you have made it. A place for travelers, a destination or waypoint."

He could tell the care and attention and time spent in the place, the old weight of it and the pride clear in Atriena. He smiled again, turned toward the other end of the kitchen, toward the rest of the building and away from the upstairs, that was her home and personal sanctum and it wouldn't do for an Outsider to intrude.

He motioned toward the front side of the store, "May I see the place where people congregate?"

(ooh the full body picture of her looks amazing! iiyell did a good job she looks really fance, for some reason I imagined her in flannel idk)

She Is So Cute <3 <3 <3

(I totally did that yesterday it's okay friend)

He had followed her in silence and listened to her explanation of the kitchen, but when she gave him free reign he roamed slowly about the kitchen with a curious look on his face, whiskers twitching.

He understood conceptually these tools, what the space was for, but he hadn't really been in a kitchen in- oh he didn't remember. That wasn't that alarming in the long run, things considered.

"I like the colours." He trailed a paw along the sink, and then turned toward the bookshelf, leaning in to skim a few titles before turning back to her. "Do you live upstairs?"

He was squinting against the light, his face upturned and whiskers twitching as snowflakes fell gently against his fur. He blinked his beady eyes a few times for them to adjust but little could be done about their sleepy state. He looked even more fatigued in the daylight, or just plain sick, but he smiled, a lazy sort of smile.

There was the sound of wheels spinning backwards as the television whisked away from the daylight, back into the dark, into the void.

He jumped down from the stoop that had created itself in the wall, "M'not hungry but I'd like to see the Chill Out please." When he closed the door it vanished.

Outside of that odd happening, and outside of the darkness, he looked small and nondescript, like most other mice, save for his quirky fascinations. "Lead on Atriena, it's your turn."

He inclined his head toward her as they walked, so he could listen and see her, and it was a companionable look he held on his face if not one of masked emotions. His whiskers twitched in amusement at the pun though. "Usually it's better to leave if you're directionless anyway, I rarely give good ones. Or any at all."

He had been walking in what seemed a random direction but as soon as they'd begun it their journey had come to an end. In the darkness and reflecting iridescence of the floor tiles arose a wall and on that wall a curtain of brilliant purple fabric that caught the dim light from the television and glinted phosphorescent. He pulled the curtain apart with his tiny paws and there was hidden a plain black door.

When he opened it, it looked out onto the alleyway she must have come from, the light flooding in momentarily blinding.

He started to get up but it was a slow process, stretching out his paws and tail first and then his spine, as if he had been sleeping for a very long time. He still looked half asleep or very groggy, his eyes half lidded and his whiskers drooping.

"People forget to I suppose, introduce themselves I mean." He managed to stand and his tail dragged at the couch, the sound of suction lifting off as it was forced to let go. "People forget or don't mind their way, and it's how they end up here, so it doesn't bother me as much." He padded away from the television but it rolled along with them; however, slightly behind Atriena so as to illuminate their path. More iridescent tile, more darkness,

"I think most of them find their own way out, I would like to see your alleyway though, where is it at in the world?"

The television laughed, or the voice emanating from the television laughed, it was not a cruel laugh or a properly boisterous one, more a polite sound, "You're the first one to introduce yourself, there have been many ones before you. This is a nowhere place, many come and go, an inbetween to other places."

"Liminally you are in nothing or nowhere, but you are here now. I am pleased to make your acquaintance." This did not emanate from the television but instead from the mouse on the sofa who had sat up groggily in the interim but had the same voice as the one that had come from the television anyway, save for a distinct lack of the tinny atmosphere. "Livyatan, or other names, lets see if we can't get you back to your alleyway."

"More visitors than one would think with the size of this place." The text moved again and then the screen flickered, and then it changed completely. It was black but not the kind of black that meant it was off, the kind of dim black that reflected light- the kind that old CRT monitors could give off, the hum remained of the bulbs and electronics, the music sounded even further away.

"Was there an alleyway involved? Most places lead somewhere and if you're not minding where they lead, they sometimes lead here." It was a voice that spoke through the no longer muted television, a mellow voice, atmospheric and a little tinny.