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The entry hall of Lioncourt's castle is a vast, gothic thing, with deep burgundy tapestries on the walls and matching carpet underfoot. The precisely-fitted masonry has been polished within an inch of its life, the dark stone gleaming sullenly in the insistently cheery light of the newly-installed electric lamps.

Within the high arches of the surrounding baulaustrades, two women intone the same spell, matching each other's cadence: A pale girl, looking little older than a child, and a tall, red-haired woman with serious slate-grey eyes.

As the last syllable fades, twin portals shimmer into existence: the first multiversal party in the Many Worlds is officially underway!

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From:

antiprojectionist

A man with purple hair steps out of a portal, a tattered labcoat draped loosely over his scarecrow frame, a jaunty smile on his face as he pushes up his monocle. "Hello there." He smiles at his hostess. "It's good to be back in a moderately sensible world again."

From:

kaolinandbone

Lioncourt can't help but let the corner of her mouth twitch up at this man's eccentric appearance. "Welcome to the party. In exchange for my hospitality for the duration of the party, and safe passage home, will you swear a magically binding oath to harm none while you are here, and to not venture outside the castle grounds so as to prevent multiversal incident?"

From:

antiprojectionist

The purple-haired man harrumphs. "No, thank you. I would prefer not to go 'home', to be quite honest."

From:

kaolinandbone

Lioncourt frowns. "Well, then... I suppose you have the length of the party to find someone willing to take you back to their world. Would you accept the oath if the definition of 'home' expanded to include 'a world both you and the other guests from that world would like you to go to?'"

Edited Date: 2015-06-09 04:05 am (UTC)