[PCA] UNIVERSAL CONSTANTS

[skinstealer]

There's a sudden shift in air pressure, cool but not how the lab's air conditioners feel.
It's a proper draft-


MAES: ...is that...wind?

Her nose twitches, ears perking despite the weakness.

CHARON: Mmhmm.. we're located on the beach right now, so you'll get a bit of that breeze at times even inside this place.
MAES: Oh...

Her eyes widen, looking more alert.

MAES: Oh, it's-
MAES: I've never-
CHARON: We're still indoors, you won't have to worry about waves and sand.
MAES: No, it's... It feels nice...
CHARON: Mm... should we start with getting a room going?
MAES: ...Where do you stay?
CHARON: Varies, plenty of guest rooms to work with.
MAES: ...but...yours.
MAES: I...I think I'd like yours.
MAES: I-if you'll have me.
CHARON: I don't really have a dedicated room admittedly... I sleep wherever.
MAES: Then show me somewhere you'd like to share.
CHARON: There's a nice spot to rest in the library...
MAES: Yes, please.

Her face goes right back into his chest fluff.
He starts walking, his metal steps lightly echoing through the halls.

CHARON: Any preference drink-wise?
MAES: Lemonade?
CHARON: Can be arranged, easily.
CHARON: Canned alright?
MAES:  Mhm...
CHARON: I'll call someone-

Hello!

CHARON: Well, there we go...

A new voice, distinctively a proxy from the somewhat uncanny sound...but none of the Rooks Maes knows.

MAES: W-who is?!

She fluffs up, looking particularly awkward while naked and her fur all uneven.

Housekeeping, so to speak..

[id: a tall, curvy figure wearing a patchwork dress- a striped snake tail curls behind her, her posture curious yet polite.]

CHARON: That's Lash, she watches the place.
CHARON: Takes care of the castle and the Rooks when there aren't enough hands on deck..

Mm... tending to Mar today but I have time to get you anything you might need.

MAES: I-I, ah- maybe something to cover up.
MAES: I didn't- realize there'd be other people-

Maes flinches for a moment as a light blanket is tossed on her, Charon helping draping it over her body.

I'll have one of the others bring you something comfortable.

CHARON: Pajamas sound good?
MAES: M-mhm.

Mm.. One moment then.

The proxy zooms off, a gust of wind blowing behind her.

CHARON: Spot's just ahead, sorry about that...
MAES: I-it's fine...

The dog finally arrives at a couch and table setup, laying the cat down gently.

CHARON: There we are.. curl up as much as you need.