[He playfully pinches his fingers and swipes it over his lips in a zipping motion.]
Your secret's safe with me, young lady. As for my name? Hm...
[Mister... Mister what? Even he looks as if he's trying to decide on what to be called.]
Do you know what's peculiar? I've taken on names that were more like those, "Hello, My Name Is..." stickers in that I can fill in the blank but then it would be removed once it's served its purpose. Nothing ever sticks. Ah, I am known by a title but a title isn't necessarily a name, isn't it?
[His movement and gestures are like a human's, he's shaped like a human, and although he speaks lackadaisically, it would still be considered normal, if odd.
The redheaded man stands up, leaving the book in his seat. He's tall and his long hair drapes around him like a curtain.]
And a title only works if it's used in the place where one has received it from, don't you agree?
[Is he even going to give Jesse anything?]
How about you let me know what you're called first instead? Then I can make up my mind.
[Now, what kind of non-answer is that? Jesse just raises her brows as the man stands, offering her absolutely nothing in regard to answers.
She moves her arms to cross against her chest. Her hair... is redder than even hers. Long, flowing. It's impressive, and it seems to add to the feeling that this man isn't exactly normal.]
So you want an introduction. You can just say that much, you know.
[But she smiles, her grin lopsided. She holds out a hand.]
My name's Jesse Faden. I'm Director of this place. And... assistant janitor, too, but that's a long story.
[Strange, airy. It's fine, she's strange, too, but just in other ways. Now, she crosses her arms, looking at this man with growing skepticism. Is she supposed to take the title of Director and Janitor suiting her as a compliment?]
Hold on, hold on. Uh... maybe you don't understand how it works here, Steinbeck. Firstly: You don't have your own name? Usually that's what people introduce each other by. Some real spy nonsense vibes you're giving off, now.
[Steinbeck hums under his breath at Jesse's skepticism as if he thinks he provided a perfectly acceptable answer that shouldn't be questioned in the first place.]
Who am I? Director, I am a traveler. A tourist if you will. I have my own home so worry not, I have my own place to return to. One must maintain their household regularly.
But the Oldest House was such an exciting name.
[As if to emphasize, Steinbeck looks up at the ceiling, spins around, arms spread wide, embracing the oddity of everything.]
I wanted to take a look! Ah, but I've settled in the lobby to see if anyone would give me a tour. Normally I'd just lead myself around but I find that I am in want of some company. I hope that isn't too much of an ask, Director.
[Oh, so this guy's a dramatic one, she thinks, as he spreads his arms and gives himself a spin. Well, maybe he's in good company, but Jesse isn't one for dramatics -- not usually. She's just used to seeing weird and unusual things crop up in the Oldest House, though she supposes the last uninvited, unusual guest was... her, in what feels like an age ago.
She heaves a little sigh.]
I think you're missing what I'm getting at here.
[So she tries again.]
People don't just come in here and waltz around, asking for a tour. This place isn't open to the public. So what I'm really asking you is this, Mr. Steinbeck: why should I be compelled to really show you around?
[And, in a way that is less business than mercenary, more cautious than greedy:] What's in it for me? For the Oldest House itself?
[Ah, now that's a smart question, Jesse. When it comes to people, no, creatures, like him, if he's asking for something, it's best to take advantage and ask them for something in return before fulfilling his request.
Steinbeck puts one hand on his hip, thinking.]
Well, for one thing, I asked. [Kind of. Sort of. In a very roundabout way.]
But I concede. I should not be touring without paying a fee. So in that case Director, what is it you and the Oldest House would need the most?
[He holds up his hand to list off suggestions with his fingers.]
Fortifications? Additions? Connections? Subtractions? All very broad offers on my part yes, but you'll find that I'm very creative and generous.
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Your secret's safe with me, young lady. As for my name? Hm...
[Mister... Mister what? Even he looks as if he's trying to decide on what to be called.]
Do you know what's peculiar? I've taken on names that were more like those, "Hello, My Name Is..." stickers in that I can fill in the blank but then it would be removed once it's served its purpose. Nothing ever sticks. Ah, I am known by a title but a title isn't necessarily a name, isn't it?
[His movement and gestures are like a human's, he's shaped like a human, and although he speaks lackadaisically, it would still be considered normal, if odd.
The redheaded man stands up, leaving the book in his seat. He's tall and his long hair drapes around him like a curtain.]
And a title only works if it's used in the place where one has received it from, don't you agree?
[Is he even going to give Jesse anything?]
How about you let me know what you're called first instead? Then I can make up my mind.
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She moves her arms to cross against her chest. Her hair... is redder than even hers. Long, flowing. It's impressive, and it seems to add to the feeling that this man isn't exactly normal.]
So you want an introduction. You can just say that much, you know.
[But she smiles, her grin lopsided. She holds out a hand.]
My name's Jesse Faden. I'm Director of this place. And... assistant janitor, too, but that's a long story.
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A pleasure, Director Jesse Faden! Or Assistant Janitor Jesse Faden. Hm, yes both suit you well. Remind me to ask you about the latter.
[He draws his hand back and sweeps one of his long crimson strands behind his ear.]
Now then! I think I've decided. I'll be borrowing a name as long as I'm here just to make it easier on the both of us.
[He puts a hand over his chest and gives a sweeping bow.]
For the time being, call me Steinbeck.
[Somewhere in a different reality, a high school teacher snaps her pencil.]
Director, would you kindly give me a tour of your home?
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Hold on, hold on. Uh... maybe you don't understand how it works here, Steinbeck. Firstly: You don't have your own name? Usually that's what people introduce each other by. Some real spy nonsense vibes you're giving off, now.
Secondly, who are you, exactly?
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Who am I? Director, I am a traveler. A tourist if you will. I have my own home so worry not, I have my own place to return to. One must maintain their household regularly.
But the Oldest House was such an exciting name.
[As if to emphasize, Steinbeck looks up at the ceiling, spins around, arms spread wide, embracing the oddity of everything.]
I wanted to take a look! Ah, but I've settled in the lobby to see if anyone would give me a tour. Normally I'd just lead myself around but I find that I am in want of some company. I hope that isn't too much of an ask, Director.
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She heaves a little sigh.]
I think you're missing what I'm getting at here.
[So she tries again.]
People don't just come in here and waltz around, asking for a tour. This place isn't open to the public. So what I'm really asking you is this, Mr. Steinbeck: why should I be compelled to really show you around?
[And, in a way that is less business than mercenary, more cautious than greedy:] What's in it for me? For the Oldest House itself?
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Steinbeck puts one hand on his hip, thinking.]
Well, for one thing, I asked. [Kind of. Sort of. In a very roundabout way.]
But I concede. I should not be touring without paying a fee. So in that case Director, what is it you and the Oldest House would need the most?
[He holds up his hand to list off suggestions with his fingers.]
Fortifications? Additions? Connections? Subtractions? All very broad offers on my part yes, but you'll find that I'm very creative and generous.