Zac Bantock - 25/25 - perfectly presenting bears? She was quite pretty he thought, for all the good that did her in a place like this. But he could try and do something to help her and that seemed important enough. ‘unBEARable, and had at least given directions to where he might find what she really wanted out of all this.
So he headed upstairs, and past the Plum Parlor and tried rather hard not to think too much about Colonel Mustard, in the library with a candle stick.
There was an other being between him and the room he could see there just past the Plum Parlor though, the suit they wore was a garish pink, almost searing to the eyes. It was almost the perfect shade between Pepto Bismol, and Pink Highlighter.
“Oh well HELOOOOOooo my little bird, what a lovely bunch of feathers you are sporting.” the otherbeing cooed.
“Oh, um, thank you.” Zac said,because what else would you say? It was polite to say that in reply. “You look very nice too.” - it was a lie, it was he thought a very obvious lie, because there seemed to be things like glitter and sequins everywhere now that he really looked at that pink-monstrosity of a costume. Maybe they were trying to be a Flamingo?
He thought that would be the end of it, a polite exchange of words and compliments, no matter how sincere or, insincere that they might have been. He tried to move around to the door, but the chatter continued, going so far as to feel hands touch his shoulders, holding him, touching the feathers and -talking, so much talking.
He’d seen children come into the bookstore who talked less, and they had been chattering enough to make the ears fall off a brass monkey. He made polite sounds in reply to the chatter, most of which seemed to be about the beautiful nature of the horrible pink suit, and how not just anyone could carry off such a color. He thought there was some horrifying note about where the color had come from, millions of tiny other-bugs, really? But he was trying hard to block it out, tears of virgins to make the sparkles, might he consider loaning a few, and goodness wouldn’t they be so pretty out of such eyes. Zac thought that was strange because as far as he was aware, his eyes were just blue.
He finally had a thought on how to distract. He offered the creature the squeaky clown nose that he’d found in his pocket, letting it accidently slip from his fingers and bounce away with tiny eep-squeak sounds. Apparently it was perfect, that ‘perfect’ shade of red to accompany the horrible suit because the Other-being was distracted and he half launched himself into the room.
It was a terrible idea.
Look before you leap was a rule he was going to have to start applying to any situation, no matter who or what seemed determined to talk his ear off, because there was a Bear in that room.
A very large, very bored seeming bear.
Blessedly, unlike so many other things in this place it didn’t seem to want to eat him, or want him to provide it with anyone to eat. He went so far as to try addressing it, hoping perhaps it was an ‘other bear’, and while it didn’t really seem to understand him, it did heave a sigh and stand when he offered it a few sweets he’d tucked in his pocket from one of the tables.
Using the sweets as a lure, and the bear as a shield he made his way back to present Adoelle with the unusual thing she seemed so bent on receiving. He really hoped it didn’t eat her.
“This was what was upstairs in the Plum Room.” He offered. “Or...they, I’m not sure, we haven’t really been introduced so much as I offered it sweets to come.”
He offered her a bow as well, and elected not to mention the horrific pink suit.
