midway | heaven / lucas

[Meanwhile he's meandering over to the other side, hands folded behind his back.]

Oh, my. I give off an impression like that? I can't say I've ever even set foot within the castle before, let alone spent most of my time within it.

[ Can you even interact with the illusions, I can't remember. Tries to open the door. ]

That's a good thing, isn't it? All the regality without any of pompousness.

Regal? Goodness, I don't believe I've ever heard it applied to me.

[His hand just passes through, tragically, but it draws Lucas's attention back over!]

What are you doing down there, dear?

[ Crouching there... Looking like a little gremlin. ]

Oh, just something caught my attention. You know what this is?

[THE LITTLE GREMLIN ENERGY. He will walk over to join Claude, crouching down with him and making a soft little surprised noise.]

No, I don't... I've never been behind the altar before.

[Reaching out to touch it but his hand passes through, of course.]

Perhaps this is the cellar where the wine is stored?

It certainly would be easy access to the wine.

[ Glancing at Lucas. Just looks at him. ]

[Folding his hands in his lap... He's still looking at the door for a moment before he glances back toward Claude with his big ol eyes.]

Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not really certain where much of anything is stored here...

Are you sure?

[ Tilting his head. ]

[He tilts his head too, like a little mirror.]

I was asked once some time ago to get out the cloth for the altar, but that was stored outside with the other pew blankets... I wonder where they keep their crosses and chalices when they're not in use?

[ Hmmm ]

Well, this place recreates something from memory. It wouldn't be here if you didn't see it.

Maybe you just forgot.

[He blinks, his brow furrowing a little as he looks back toward the door. Reaching out to touch it again...]

Is that so? I haven't looked at the church from behind the altar, though... Perhaps my mind just filled in anything that I wasn't already aware of?

It could be. The mind can be a very chaotic place.

[ Stands back up and stretches out. ]

Why don't you tell me about what you like about this space?

[you really just started chaotically dropping tags right before trial ended]

Ah... [Well, he'll pop back up to his feet, too! Though he doesn't stretch, he looks around the place again.]

It's comforting in its familiarity - I suppose that's the most succinct way of framing it. You don't seem the type to overly-enjoy a stay in a church, but do you have any place that you like to spend your time?