oo1; video; during the furniture monsoon

[ritualized]

[She knows—because how could she not?—that all of these things are just more wayward debris brought in by accident or design. The timing’s a little different, but the geometries of the furniture that keeps showing up must mean that it, like everything else, is coming through from somewhere else. She knows; she knows. But it would be so unfair to treat this as if it were as terrible as everything else that’s happened to her so far. Why not choose to be pleased, just once?

Irisviel is filming herself from inside the apartment she shares with Saber. She looks pleased as punch.]

Look what I found! [Her voice is filled with pride. A dramatic pan down of the camera reveals… a papasan-shaped chair made entirely of interlocking metal hands. Just hands. There are at least 13 hands here. Irisviel ducks back into the frame, beaming.]

It’s fascinating, isn’t it? I’ve never seen anything like it, even in the catalogs I used to look through! Ah, but getting it was a little different than ordering from a catalog, though.

There’s this, too! [The camera snaps back down to what is probably a tea table. It’s short enough and rectangular enough. It’s going to do a very good job holding tea, though: There are large pockmarks in the top surface, and the entire thing tilts to the left at a forty-five degree angle.] I think this is what’s called ‘true modern design!”

[After clapping a hand to her cheek and sighing dreamily, she continues.] I know the tone of this video is a little different, isn’t it? I haven’t forgotten what’s happening; I just thought, for a moment, something good might have come from it.

These things may not be able to stay forever...but I would like to see what you’ve found! And please tell me if you have any ideas for how to use this [the camera goes back to the “tea” “table”] or how to get the rest into the apartment!

[Wait, the rest?]

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[sheathes]

[ Of the things Saber expected to see checking the network from the Guard Post, a chair made of entirely too many hands wasn't one of them. It probably wouldn't bother her so much if a. that wasn't Irisviel with said hand-chair, and b. she wasn't showing it off from inside their apartment, oh god why. The table isn't so bad, comparatively, but yikes.

She has to try and let her Master down gently — and she's about to, when something about the last part belatedly catches her off guard. ]

The... the rest? There are more of these [ abominations ] creations? [ Her expression is mildly horrified. ] They seem [ hideous ] rather impractical, Irisviel. Surely our current furniture will suffice.

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Saber! [She lights up.] Aren't they interesting? I've never seen anything like them! I thought it would be nice to have something unique!

[When asked about the others, the camera wavers almost unconsciously toward the door, like she's trying (and failing) not to give herself away.] I took a few more things...they're in the hall right now, but I don't want to block it.

[Irisviel looks troubled at the thought of someone tripping over the stuff in the hallway...or, god forbid, stealing it.]

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"Unique", is it...

[ She can't argue with that description, even if there's another word she'd rather use. ]

The apartment is not terribly big, Irisviel. Are you certain these things will fit? [ Saber refuses to let any of them in her room. ]

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Well, we might have to replace some of what we already have. What could we get rid of, though?

[For once, her sigh sounds a little offended instead of wistful or sad.] Space was never really an issue before...

[There's little she misses about that cold cage of a home, but... It was large.]

after the thread w/ henry

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Irisviel, would you join me for a walk? Or perhaps a meal. [ God she's a bad actor. ] I am sure the new... furniture will be fine for now.

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[imhisaunt]

[Delmar has never been good at being diplomatic. He is someone who by nature wears his heart on his sleeve so even as he tries to say something nice, his face betrays the bewilderment and horror he feels for the found furniture thats been popping up around the cave]

It is all very, um, well...its....

[He struggles for a kind way to describe it]

...it's all very creative isn't it?

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[Brightly:] It seems that way, doesn't it? [But she takes great care with her next words, looking thoughtful.]

But the truth is, we'll never know. This could all be quite common, wherever it comes from.

But we mustn't give up hope that these are unique works of art! It could be that even for some other place, this is "avant-garde!"

[imhisaunt]

[His eyes go wide in wonder]

I hadn't thought of that!

[That makes all of this much more exciting, except-]

Oh, but if that is the case, wouldn't the place they are from be missing them very dearly? If they are art they must be important.

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[onlyanautomaton]

[It is baffling to him that anyone would find this incongruous cluster of furnishings pleasing in appearance.]

If any of this furniture find its way into my dwelling, I will be sure to inform you.

[They can arrange to have them moved to hers. If this is 'true modern design', then Oscar wants no part of it.]

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[She visibly reacts to his voice, recognizing it. She knows this man, and Irisviel regards him with some familiarity when she responds.]

Would you? I'd be happy to come take a look if you'd let me! It will be like visiting a museum.

[Irisviel has never been to a museum.]

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[onlyanautomaton]

[An eccentric exhibition if ever there was one.]

You may claim them as your own if you wish.

text.

[dedikated]

( Yeah. That. Is the least table looking table she's ever seen. )

Think it's called a waste of space.

( How are you ever going to use that? )

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[There's a bit of fumbling around while she gets out the keyboard interface instead of film, clearly still clumsy with the device. But wouldn't it be more polite to answer in text...?]

Well, it's true that we might not know how to use it. But it will be interesting to figure out how!

Or we'll just call it art for good!

[dedikated]

( You're... cheerful, aren't you? But whatever, this isn't exactly harmful. )

Could get some balls and try to throw them in the dents.

( Like a fairground game. Why not. )

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[hotspurred]

[Henry straight up grimaces.]

Do you not think that chair... ghastly?

[sheathes]

[ PLEASE HELP ]

Thank you. I do not know if I can tolerate such a thing in my living space.

[hotspurred]

Who envisioned the touch of numerous metal hands a comfortable seat?

[He scoffs, before he subtly nods at Saber and makes the hand gesture he'd use on troops for engage, then taps himself and makes the gesture for retreat with his other. It's an offered plan, which in context is meant to mean: you distract Irisviel, I remove the offending furnishings?]

[ritualized]

Could you two be teaming up against me?

[Iri says it like it's a joke, but...]

[ritualized]

Oh, Harry, no! I think it's quite unique! [She pauses.] You sit in it.

It holds you!

[hotspurred]

Perhaps I have passed too long on the battlefield.

[He's being facetious, of course — only death will keep Hotspur from the field. Sitting on a metal chair of severed hands, though, Iri...

Her perspective is so innocent.]

Those hands resemble sculpture. We knights wear quilted garments beneath our armour in part for comfort... firm metal shall leave your fair skin bruised. That will not do.

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[handofsilver]

The table needs work. If you were to set tea upon that, it would tumble onto the floor! (But he admires her enthusiasm.) I could fix it if you like? The legs and the surface need to be evened, but the rest need not be changed from its original state if that appeals to you?

[ritualized]

Oh, you could? That's so kind of you!

[She looks at the table, frowning in serious contemplation.] It's true, it's not a very good table, is it...?

But would changing everything you said ruin some of the charm?

[handofsilver]

Don't mention it. I can appreciate your passion for it is the same I feel for the works of my Forge.

(He smiles reassuringly.) I disagree! It only needs some work. Do not judge it yet.

Not at all. (He bows his head.) I can match what is present - only make the parts useful.

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[noctyourking]

Yes, the tone of the video is different, but nice in that you are optimistic about these unrequested arrivals. Most people have found them to be annoyances, or at least that's what I've gathered the general consensus was. However, I think furniture tends to have the charm to grow on someone, despite how tacky or unconventional the make of it is.

[ritualized]

I can see why they'd be annoying. But, I think that compared to everything else that can dome through the Door, they're exciting!

[She pauses, her expression dialing back a bit.] I mean, harmless!

We don't know if this furniture will stick around forever, so maybe we'll wake up and it will be gone tomorrow! But I like what you've said; if people open their minds, I think these pieces could grow on them!

[Now, if only they could convince the rest of the respondents here...]