sirenspull | video.

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[It takes him a while to figure out the NV. (In fact, it takes him a while to realize he has it, busy as he is searching for somewhere to wash the dirt off his face, pacing back and forth a lot, and laying down to will his wounds to stay closed.) He has, in truth, not a clue how it works, except that it seems to respond to his touch. He has poked tentatively through network broadcasts and determined the meaning of "video," the only command the thing offers he doesn't recognize--although he hesitates about touching that command, himself. He is dissheveled and in his pajamas and looks quite rattled, in his opinion, which surely is too embarrassing to show complete strangers.

... But maybe they would have some sympathy for him if they could see his face. He turns on the video...

...giving everyone a lovely view of his nightshirt's collar and the lower half of his face. There is a plaster on his cheek, and some wrapped bandages visible crossing his collarbone.]

Well, is this thing working? [He taps the screen sharply, then holds the NV a bit farther away, which puts the rest of his face (and more bandages!) in view-] How am I supposed to tell--oh, is that me in the corner?

[Serious time, Reim. He squares his jaw and regards the NV with his best business face.] My name is Reim Lunettes. I would like to request several things, if I may: information, something to write with, and-- c, clothes.

[He mumbles the last part. This is humiliating...]

Any assistance would be greatly appreciated, thank you.

[He nods, and his eyes dart around in the typical manner of someone who has no idea how to find the 'stop' button, but he gets it eventually, and just before he finally presses it he adds (an afterthought, his voice climbing out of its calm tone and becoming decidedly freaked out by the end):]

If--If there is anyone here who knows me, please come and find me!!

[oh wow this is so embarrassing he has to go FEED CUT]

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I'm aware of that.

_{[Painfully aware. Ciel has just learned to Deal With It. It comes with learning to live with a house full of crazies and your own insanity. He sends one of the servants a message to leave fresh clothes and run a bath for the man as he begins to make his way up toward the house.]}

What was your name again, Mister...?

[Dealing With It is the first step. Reim follows, at a polite but manageable distance. #servantlyfe]

Reim Lunettes.

I see.

Well, Mister Lunettes, I suppose I should say welcome to Siren's Port. I'm Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

[Being called something other than just Reim is so weird--]

A... pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir.

[Now what; is it kosher to compliment the house, after having just destroyed the yard? Is he already on thin ice because of Break?? Oh no, this is so awkward-!]

If only I could have made yours under far more pleasant circumstances..._{[Luckily for you Reim, Ciel isn't judging you in the slightest. If anything, he feels pity for you. Reaching the door he pushes it open, waiting for Reim to follow. Today is going to be a long one, clearly.]}

There will be a room prepared for you also, after you've washed up. I assume you'll want something to eat as well?

_{[No one can say the Phantomhive Hospitality doesn't exist!]}

[It could be worse. Reim shuffles in, taking a look around. In truth, he would like to take a bath and pass out for another week, but... hospitality...!]

Oh- ah, just tea would be enough, thank you...

Very well. There will be tea ready for you if you wish for it, unless you are exhausted.

_{[Which...very well does seem the case.]}

[Was it the way he looks like he's fallen in the dirt about thirty times that gave him away.]

I can manage tea, I think. [Then passing out.]

As you wish. _{[And Ciel will lead Reim up the staircase and down one of the corridors to a bedroom and private bathroom where a warm bath has been run and clothes laid out for him.]}

Here you are, Mister Lunettes. If you fancy tea it will be ready in the sitting room on the ground floor. If not, then you should get some rest.

_{[Because you look awful.]}

[Mad swag.]

Thank you.

[He's about to take his leave when he pauses and turns back, it having occurred to him--] Er- There is one more thing, actually.

[Remember those bandages kind of half-visible all over him? They're still there. He indicates the one on his head, for reference.] If I could have some bandages... I can fix them myself, but...

[But these ones are gross is the point.]

Ah-

_{[Oh. Well. That was embarrassing.]}

Absolutely. My apologies. I'll have some fetched for you straight away, along with disinfectant.

[No, no; he is trying very hard to act like he isn't about to keel over, clearly his acting skills are just superb.]

Of course. Thank you, again.

[Now he nods politely and moves to take his leave.]

You're very welcome. Let me know if you require anything else.

_{[Yes please don't keel over Reim. Ciel leaves then, having one of the servants bring up bandages for Reim, setting them with his clothes on the bed. Ciel will be in the sitting room eating a much needed slice of pie and having tea.

He deserves it, alright.]}

[Reim treats himself to the best bath everrrr, deals with his bandages, (falls asleep for an hour,) and once dressed decides he ought to go see if tea is still on.

Mostly because he can feel his reputation shattering before he has a chance to build it at all, thanks to Break and tanks. It takes him a bit of time to find the sitting room but once he does, he pauses in the doorway and taps lightly on the doorframe. Must not... intrude...!]

_{[When the knock is heard Ciel looks up from his plate, teacup and saucer. There's a little tray of tea and teacakes off to the side as he busied himself with simply relaxing.]}

Ah, Mister Lunettes. Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable.

[Taking tea with strangers hnnn... At least now he's about a hundred times more presentable than before, as he shuffles in and takes a seat.]

You have a lovely home. [He noticed while he was getting lost.]

Thank you. I hope you'll find your stay pleasant enough.

_{[Assuming Reim will be living here, considering Break had declared as much. It's not as if Ciel's going to kick him out either - they do have enough room.

It only takes Ciel a second to stand from his seat, setting down his tea and slice of cake. Moving to take a teacup and saucer, along with a plate for treats, Ciel set them out before Reim, turning back to grab the teapot to pour him some tea.

Yes. Ciel Phantomhive, the little Earl, is serving you tea. Can you handle it?

Ciel's used to it by now, having to serve his own guests when it comes to tea. That's what happens when you don't have your own butler anymore to boss around.]}

How do you take your tea?

[He can barely handle it. Were Ciel just someone with a fine house, it would be less jarring, but he's been in the city for a few hours and this little Earl is serving his own tea? Unheard of.

Not that he's going to say anything, though, heaven forbid.]

With sugar. [Don't judge his sweet tooth he's not like Break--!!]

You mentioned Master Gilbert, earlier. He also stays here? [Reim had talked to Gil, but that had dissolved into screeching about Oz pretty quickly. Sooo.]

_{[Oh no, Ciel won't judge. As you can see he has a sweet tooth of his own. Tea poured and the sugar pot and spoon set within reaching distance, along with a little plate of teacakes and cookies from the tray, Ciel sits back down to tend to his own slice of cake.]}

Ah, Gilbert? Yes. He's a dear friend of mine and a business partner. He most certainly lives here, along with his Master, Oz Vessalius.

[Reaching for the sugar indeed. Oz being where Gil is is, perhaps, the least surprising thing he's ever heard. He nods.]

You have a business? [He's a little surprised; not because Ciel is like, 5 or something (slightly though), but because he has no idea how anything in this city functions, pfff.]

I do, yes. Funtom Toys & Sweets. Gilbert is my partner and the bakery manager.

_{[Tea sip.]}

It took some time to establish it here and it will never be as popular as it was back home, but it has done rather well in this city all things considered. Gilbert's pies are certainly sought after, more often than not.

[That sounds just like something Break would regularly get in the way of, wow. Carefully selecting a cookie, now.]

It's been open for some time, then.

It has. Over a year and a half now, if I recall correctly.

[Reim has some kind of congratulatory stock phrase in mind, but the actual length of time sinks in and he promptly chokes on his cookie, instead.]

That's- [some... time...! More importantly than toys though:] You haven't been able to return home in over a year?

Over two years, actually.

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