(1310-10-02) These Weren't the Oddities I was Looking For!
Summary: Rosalie wants to peek at the oddities and discovered it wasn't at all what she thought it would be
RL Date: Mon (1310-10-01)
Related: None
paris rosalie 

La Glycine - Night Court

The glorious dome of La Glycine rises overhead here, ribs of veiny marble with studs of bronze inset at measured intervals rise to meet at the wide mouth of the oculus above, through which a shaft of light moves over the course of the day, wending its way from one side of the atrium to the other in an insistant caress. The floor is a patterned sequence of white marble squares inlaid with green marble trellis patterns, at the center of each of which is a round golden circle around a stud of glistening emerald. In the middle of the floor, directly underneath the oculus above, is a round pool of rainwater with a high rim for seating and a collection of fish and turtles living inside.

The lofty space is open with a pair of giant bronze doors leading to the courtyard to the south, and the north wall is largely taken up with the descent of a massive stairwell which provides a dramatic route of entry down into the atrium from the Northern Wing and beyond. The Eastern and Western walls each sport two smaller archways; both the eastern archways lead into the Baths, while the two to the west grant access to the Gambling Hall and Hall of Oddities.

Furnishings are strictly at an ad-hoc basis, temporary for the need, but may occasionally include furnishings hung from the studs in the great domed ceiling.

When looking out of the windows, you see: It is a fall day. The weather is warm and clear.
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House Glycine is merry and bright in the evening, guests being served drinks then led to private rooms, though music and dancing take place in the salon too. And one young adept is standing, hands crossed on his chest, long, black hair flowing down his back, wearing his customay loose silks. His almond dark skin shimmers in the candle light, and he holds a small glass of wine in a hand, as he sways lightly to the music.

Rosalie normally doesn't come to the salons but she had heard mention of an oddities collection within this specific one so she decided to come and see it. As she walks in though she looks a bit nervous as a fox's head pokes out of her satchel hanging off her shoulder. At least the fox seems calm and tame enough as it stays within though eventually it gets bored with the view and decides to take a nap within said satchel. She stiffens as she sees all going on and all the people, pursing a lips a bit as she looks over her shoulder and back to the door, perhaps wondering if she should depart.

Paris is sipping at his wine, the young man almost hidden in the play and he would have remained silent as the young woman passed him by..when the fox head peeks out of the satchel. he cannot contain a bit of a laugh, surprise and delight in his voice, his dark black eyes growing warmer. "A good even to you, my lady…and to your companion."

Rosalie looks towards Paris as he laughs and offers a soft smile to Paris that doesn't reach her eyes as she says, "Good even to you as well, thank you. I well… I heard that there is an oddities hall and was curious if perhaps I could view it? I am… a bit new to all of…. this." Her hand gesturing to well everthing in the room, continuing to say, "So unsure how it all works given I somewhat may have not listened when my parents made mention of such things."

Why is it not surprising that a girl who carries a fox into the Night Court would be interested in oddities. "Welcome to House Glycine, my lady.." he bows his head. "The Oddities are not of my canon, but..maybe I should give you a tour." He grins as he looks towards one of the dancers on one of the tables. "I take it you have not come for an assignation?"

Rosalie bashfully looks away as she rubs on her hand on the back of her neck and explains, "Not yet no… I um… I just… I mean if I have to… to see the oddities I will just… not wanting um… the more… intimate things yet…" She bites upon her bottom lip as her breathing hastens, though eventually she looks back to him as she inquires, "Do I need one to um.. see the hall?"

Paris offers his arms gently. "Oh, no, not at all, milady. We welcome guests to enjoy the House for itself. The desires of the flesh are another thing, so if you do not wish those, you will not have to. May I serve as you guide?" he says with a grin. "I may not be able to answer many questions though." He peeks towards the satchel again with curiosity. "Will you have a glass of wine?"

Rosalie relaxes a bit as he mentions she doesn't have to have an assignation and looks a bit relieved at such. She takes the offered arm lightly as she says, "I am very glad for that and yes, you can serve as my guide." The fox is still within the satchel as is a various weird array of bones and belts, though the bones have been pristinely cleaned and are held within labelled jars for the moment. She hmms softly and inquires, "Have anything a bit stronger?"

"Ah, yes, brandy if you wish, and uisghe, we bought a few barrels after the Alban's ambassador's reception, it seems her guests have caught a taste for it.." he grins, in light gossipy tones. Then as he signals a waiter, he starts walking towards the Oddities Hall.


Hall of Oddities - La Glycine

The immeditate effect on entering this suite is one of severe disorientation. A giant cushioned chair looms ominously directly to the left, big enough to fit seven or eight people, and in front of it are four giant oaken table legs supporting a thick glass tabletop, on the four corners of which are giant vases filled with oversized flowers crafted of cloth. Along the left side of the room the floor slants upward until one can only stand hunched or try to squeeze into the tiny chairs around an itty bitty tea table. The floor is meticulously patterned to make the floor look even, giving the distinct impression that one is growing in size the further one proceeds. The righthand wall is draped with curtains which can be drawn back to reveal a series of warped mirrors, in front of which one can stand and see oneself with certain parts of the body shrunk, some massively ballooned or lengthened, to many a comic effect. A long cushioned bench in front of the row of mirrors is perforated at regular intervals to allow diddling from below or dalliances before the mirrors.

Past the mirrors an archway leads into a dazzling playroom. A large vanity is set up in the left corner on entering, doll heads covered in every sort of wig, every color of make-up, costumes in chests a plenty for your pleasure. There are male clothes designed to help ladies cross-dress, gowns and ladies' underthings designed to give men a deliciously feminine look, and the wall to the left sports a collection of masks, inclduing highly realistic animal masks. There are boots on the floor and gloves hung in pairs on the wall to give the impression of hooves or of paws, and several wearable tails and harnesses. In the far corner of the room is set up a giant jiggling bed made out of sewn and waterproofed bladders and arrayed in colorful silks, above which the adventurous might ascend into a great swinging canopy, instead. The center of the room features a deep pillow pit in which one might frolic, and the west wall is set up to display a selection of wares crafted by Cochonnet Cocotte, Second of the House, known for her skill and imagination in crafting sex toys of all varieties.

When looking out of the windows, you see: It is a fall day. The weather is warm and fair.


Rosalie ponders for a bit before she says, "Brandy please, I am not all that familiar with Uisghe. Perhaps another day." The same soft smile that doesn't reach her eyes given to the novice as the brandy is brought and she sips upon it as they begin to walk towards the oddities hall.

The young man is grinning as he sips at his own wine, then he walks with her and speaks. "It's a shame Mademoiselle Cochonnet is not around , she's the one who's put this all up, she would be able to explain better.." he's still too polite to ask about the fox, and he beams, letting her have a look and choose what she will study first.

Rosalie freezes at the entryway as she looks around, /this/ was not at all what she expected to see and goes wide-eyed perhaps in a bit of panic. Slowly her eyes sweeping over the room as she utters, "THis… this isn't what I… I expected… at all when I.. I thought… oddities… I… I thought more like… odd taxidermy not… this…" She looks back to Paris as she says, "Perhaps I… should have listened better to my parents… this is… a bit much.. like… a lot alot for me to process…" She begins to move to exit back out of the room though could easily be stopped given her hand is still upon Paris's arm

Paris laughs a bit and shakes his head. "This..is the Night Court, my Lady." he chuckles and hlds her still for a moment. "We can go to the salon if this makes you uncomfortable." He says gently, then asks. "oh, you like stffed animals? And…animals in general?" He says, looking again at the satchel.

Rosalie remains near him as he holds her still, her eyes now focusing upon him as she says, "Yes the salon please… and I do like stuffed animals yes but I tend to um… prefer animals to people as company. Kit is my pet, I fox him in the woods all by himself after his mother was killed and raised him. I also have a pet bunny and a pet squirrel and a few others. But they are back in my room. Kit doesn't always get along with the others so I bring him out and about with me."


**La Glycine - Night Court **

The glorious dome of La Glycine rises overhead here, ribs of veiny marble with studs of bronze inset at measured intervals rise to meet at the wide mouth of the oculus above, through which a shaft of light moves over the course of the day, wending its way from one side of the atrium to the other in an insistant caress. The floor is a patterned sequence of white marble squares inlaid with green marble trellis patterns, at the center of each of which is a round golden circle around a stud of glistening emerald. In the middle of the floor, directly underneath the oculus above, is a round pool of rainwater with a high rim for seating and a collection of fish and turtles living inside.

The lofty space is open with a pair of giant bronze doors leading to the courtyard to the south, and the north wall is largely taken up with the descent of a massive stairwell which provides a dramatic route of entry down into the atrium from the Northern Wing and beyond. The Eastern and Western walls each sport two smaller archways; both the eastern archways lead into the Baths, while the two to the west grant access to the Gambling Hall and Hall of Oddities.

Furnishings are strictly at an ad-hoc basis, temporary for the need, but may occasionally include furnishings hung from the studs in the great domed ceiling.

When looking out of the windows, you see: It is a fall evening. The weather is cool and raining.


Paris leads the young woman back into the salon, noticing she's a bit pale, so he raises a hand to have her get a new drink. "Oh, I see…well, pets ar cute..and I like bunnies. Your pets sound rather interesting, I mean more so than just kittens and puppies.: his smile is charming and kind. "Do you think I may have a look at your fox? If he's not spooked by it, or anything?"

Rosalie nods softly as she says, "Yes that is fine, Kit is good with people." She happily accepts the brandy and kindly says, "Thank you," to the novice and downs it rather fast, attempting to quell her nervousness. She lifts up the flap of her satchel, exposing all within it all the more including odd books about animal anatomy and more marked jars with animals bones within. And then there is Kit poking his head out the bag once more.

Paris beams, a little as he sees the fox poke his head up, the boy a but shy with animals. he's a city boy, born and raised in the night court, so seeing the curious fox, he flushes a bit. "He's very cute.." He says, then adds, a bit more shyly. "Could..could i pet him?"

Rosalie smiles a true smile, one that does reach her eyes as she says, "You can yes, you can even cuddle him if you want. He enjoys it." She gives the empty glass to the novice and carefully picks Kit up from her satchel and offers him to Paris. "I promise he is very well tamed," and it is true, he is more like a cat who enjoys cuddles than a wild animal.

The almond skinned boy looks with amazement at the sharp nosed little beast and he puts out both his hands, long, delicate fingers cradinlg the fox, and he whispers in a husky voice. "hello, Kit…" He brinst the small pet to his chest, and smiles. "he's so warm, and his skin is so soft.. Thank you, my Lady.." one of his hands strokes the furry critter.

Kit licks upon Paris's hands whenever able, quite adoring the affection of a new person and nuzzling the nose to smell the courtesan. Her smile remaining as she says, "Not a problem at all, I think most not be as… accepting of my carrying around my pets in truth. So it is nice that you have been kind about it. And refreshing."
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He giggles a bit at the licks. "That tickles!" he chuckles a bit. "We are House Glycine , my lady, we enjoy pleasure and laughter.." He says, still petting Kit and nodding. "And as you have seen, we have our own ..oddities, so why should we judge? Especially such a cute furry beastie."

Rosalie relaxes a bit more as she says, "I am still learning of the houses. I met with one from Lis d'Or recently out in the countryside who was painting. I probably should have asked him to refresh my memories upon what each night court house entails before I… came to look at oddities that were not the kind I was seeking out. I was more well… seeking out the sort I make in truth."

Paris nods and smiles. "You are new to the city, then, milady?" Holding the playful fox in his arms, he leads her to a small couch to the side, where they can sit. "ah, I see…well, yes, ours are a bit strange.." he laughs and shakes his head. "And..what sort of oddities do you make?"

Rosalie nods softly as she says, "I am yes. Lady Rosalie de Somerville and I um… I do taxidermy and something called artistic re-articulation. That is what the bones are for. I… rebuild them into a skeleton and pose them. Like little figurines I suppose. But my parents commented it is well… more gruesome or grotesque than art."

Paris smiles warnly, then giggles as the fox licks somewhere where his is ticklish. "oH!" He gasp and then nods. "Well, i do not know, I'm just a courtesan, but..I have seen nobles with many strange habits, why not do someting that you enjoy?" he scratches the fox between his ears. "Right boy?" he does seem to like the pet.

Rosalie smiles as she says, "I do enjoy it immensely. And he is quick for it is as well, he sometimes helps me find critters who passed on so I can give them a new life. Even if they are dead. I am not really one to hunt for my art. I rather it die of natural causes or someone else kill it. I… I always feel guilty when I do… since some of the animals are my pets or would like to acquire one as such depending upon its species."

The boy looks at her, with delight in his eyes. "I think you have passion for your art. like we do in the Night Court, and not only for the arts of love…I design clothes…" he says. "It warms the soul, does it not, to lose yourself in something like this?" he hands her the fox with a smile.

Rosalie blushes as she says, "I… I do have a passion for it yes. And you design clothes?" She sounds pleasantly surprised and happily says, "It is wonderful indeed to lose oneself in their art. I am curious… would um… if I… I were to.. request a contract… would I have to um… be intimate if I wished for you to make me something that was well… fitting for parties but not to… stuffy? I really only have this outfit and one another but neither are… fancy and my parents mentioned I should… acquire one for balls since it is expected of me to attend them."

Paris smiles and shakes his head. "No, you would not, i design haute couture even for thse who do not wish to have my services as a courtesan. If you wish something for parties, we could make you a dress to make you look elegant or alluring…" He says and smiles. "Usually it will require a measuring..and well, I …tailor , so to speak, my outfits to the people who shall wear them to make them unique."

Rosalie blushes deeply as he comments about the measuring and softly utters, "I.. I suppose I.. I could um.. handle meas..measurements being taken.. just.. not use to.. another's touch is all… but I… I do want something nice… I am… suppose to find a husband for myself so… I guess.. alluring would um… be the proper way to go?"

Paris nods. "Oh, you do not have to worry, a measuring would be as professional as any tailor in the city." he smiles as he sees her comfortyable with touching her pets , but..it must be easier, after all. "Yes, though also a bit demure..or playful." He beams at ehr, and takes out a small sketchbook from a poket along with a little pencil. "Do you wish to scheule a meeting? And..I could …come up with a few sketches for you?"

Rosalie nods softly as she says, "Yes please. And I will let you judge upon which you think would suit me better. And… I trust you with the measurements just… I will apologize ahead of time if I… get snappy… not much of a… touching person but I will try my best to keep my composure. I promise." Kit is beginning to get sleepy and seems to drift off as Paris holds him.

Paris nods and hands back the sleepy fox to Rosalie and nods. You ned not worry, milay..I will be gentle and light handed. We can also have a maid come in and do the measuring if you're more comfortable with it. And we shall see if we find a theme to suit you.:

Rosalie carefully takes Kit and begins to place him in her satchel once more. Her cheeks flushing even more as their skin brushes one another. She nods softly and says, "I look forward to it then. Though… I should get Kit back to my room so he can sleep on his pillow. Send me a missive whenever you are finished with the sketches or need my measurements?"

Paris smiles and nods to her. "It has been a pleasure to meet you, milady. I shall do so soon.."

Rosalie smiles, "Pleasure to meet you as well, and I look forward to see what you come up with. Be well until then." And she makes her way back out of the salon, glancing over her shoulder for a moment one more before she slips out.

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