An Arthurian Knight in a Connecticut Yankee's Apartment

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

[Carnivals!  Roller coasters!  Cotton candy!  Exposure to too many foreign sights was overwhelming his brain; though Lawfer assumed it had something to do with the memory loss at first, careful observation of the others' reactions to the spectacles convinced him otherwise.  'Theme park' wasn't even in his vocabulary; asking someone to define it for him had resulted in nothing more than a brief spurt of laughter.

Either he had lost far more memory than the others, or he was simply from a vastly different place.  Either way, though he could grudgingly admit the park was enjoyable at some points, it was far too much to handle in a single day.  He looked forward to the comfort of a bed and a cold bath.]

[A: The first challenge: the elevator.  Anyone walking into the lobby will find a man pulling at two stubborn doors that refuse to budge, despite being assured that they would lead straight to his room on the 3rd floor.  He could only imagine that the stairs were behind them.  If only they would open.  Banging, kicking, and trying to force them apart with all his might leads only to strained shoulder muscles.]

I have clearly been directed to the wrong location.  Where are the rooms I have been assigned?

[B: The second challenge.  At some point, a wild yell will be heard from Lawfer's room, after which he barrels out the door as quickly as possible.]

Demons!  Demons!  Inside a box!  Do you hear their voices?!  The room is accursed!  Quickly, call for an exorcist, a priest; they may take material form at any moment!

[Astute listeners will notice that the television is on.]

[C: The third challenge.  After the business with the demon-possessed television is cleared up, Lawfer will be knocking at your door, largely devoid of clothes, and well... Let's say medieval knights don't usually shower that often.]

My apologies for the intrusion, but I cannot locate the communal bathing area.  Where is the well from which the water is drawn?

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[hystaria.livejournal.com]

[ . . .

Saleh doesn't know what that is, either. But that is definitely not the tub.]

Why don't you try it and see?

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

I was unable to fit without significant discomfort.

[Lawfer responds simply.]

Additionally, the light turned off.

[hystaria.livejournal.com]

[Saleh just giggles.]

It's only light. Does a grown man such as yourself truly need it?

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

I do not understand how I am to wash if I am unable to see what I am washing. ...You are quite certain we speak of the same device?

[hystaria.livejournal.com]

[With your sense of touch, of course. Anyway.]

The device I mentioned is a clever contraption that releases water, not mist.

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

[But how is to know when he is clean? Be not absurd, trickster.]

Yes; the well, I assume. I could find nothing that resembled as such.

[hystaria.livejournal.com]

[Stop making this harder on yourself, Lawfer. Saleh is not too fond of repeating himself.]

I said forget the well. Search for another box, as you call it.

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

A box that releases water? Would I not be drowned? ...Or, perhaps you mean the white enclosure laid within the ground?

[hystaria.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes. Something like that. Do you get it now?

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

[Lawfer's brow is furrowed in thought; the basin was to hold the water, and one's body would lie within. That was sensible.]

And the water is released from... the metal fixtures? How blessed these people are to have such quantities of water to waste...

[hystaria.livejournal.com]

Are they? I wouldn't call it wasting when one uses it to wash the dirt and blood off one's body.

[For a few examples.]

Of course, it depends entirely on how long you leave the water running.

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

An enclosure of such size... I can only imagine that they far more is used than is strictly necessary.

[For someone whose wash water fills only a small, wooden tub barely large enough to sit in, this was pure luxury.]

[hystaria.livejournal.com]

Then it sounds like your stay here will be a luxurious one.

Now then, are you done exposing yourself in the middle of the hall?

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

I shall take that as indication I have overstayed my welcome. Your kindness is appreciated, sir... ?

[hystaria.livejournal.com]

Saleh.

[Of . . . hm.]

Just Saleh, for the time being.

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

Lawfer, of a place I ought to know but which I regrettably do not.

Good evening, Sir Saleh.

[hystaria.livejournal.com]

Lawfer of the unknown. Our business is done.

[Get your odorous self in the bath already.]

[seeker-of-law.livejournal.com]

[Lawfer will bow respectfully despite the brusque manner in which he is spoken to and retire to his rooms.]