Main Entrance Hall RP - Dale and Mr Butlertron

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Mr Butlertron is in the main entrance hall sorting out the class set of brooms. He's testing which ones are working and setting them aside. He also has a long list of names of quidditch players.

"Up!" grabs broom from the air. "That'll do for Teatime". "Up!" watches broom twitch on the floor. "Not so good."

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Agent Dale Cooper comes running into the main entrance hall from someplace inside the castle. He sees what appears to be a sentient mechanical being, roughly oblong in shape, plucking floating brooms from the air. He stops and watches uncertainly. What is this room, and what is the mechanical being doing?

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Mr B sees Dale and slowly rotates to face him.

"Welcome, Wesley. Do you want to sign up for Quidditch?"

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Quid-ditch. Cooper thought rapidly. The word surely had some occult significance. Quid, from the Latin, meaning "what." Ditch, from the English, meaning "ditch." What ditch? A metaphor for the grave. Do you want to sign up for Quid-ditch? from the mechanical being: an invitation to death? Death, though, could also be a way of thinking of passage. This could be a key to the Lodge.

He calls me Wesley. Parsing the name was futile. West lea? Cooper shook his head. It must be a name. A name ... for him? A name for those seeking passage through the rite of Quid-ditch? A password?

"Yes," he announced to the mechanical being, resolute. "I want to sign up for Quid-ditch." He thought for a moment, then added, "Wesley."

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"Very well, which house are you in, Wesley?"

Mr B takes out a pen and paper from his uh, rear compartment

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Cooper watched with interest but no great surprise as the mechanical being produced a pen and paper from within its body.

Which house are you in, Wesley? House of the zodiac? But not every Wesley could be born under the same sign, to say nothing of the complications of ascendant, etcetera. If, that was, a Wesley was a person and not a password. House. He decided to appeal to the being for insight. "I am a seeker after knowledge. Wesley."

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"You want to play Seeker? I think most of the teams are sorted for seekers. There might be a couple of chaser positions free, it really depends on which house you're in. My name is Mr Butlertron, Wesley"


((I'm loving this!))

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The being challenged him. You want to play seeker? A question aimed to shake his confidence not only in the rightness, the effectiveness, of his present search, but perhaps of his whole career as an agent. Playing seeker. Chaser positions... it was true that he was chasing, or being chased; things doubled back on themselves, he moved in circles. It really depends on which house you're in.

"I am a chaser," he conceded. "I am in this house. I am Wesley."

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"You don't know what house you're in? I will check" he whirrs for a while, his eyes spinning and he makes a 'beep, boop, bip' noise.

"Wesley, you are in Ravenclaw. I don't think they have a Quidditch captain yet. Do you need a broom?"

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The mechanical being -- "Mr. Butlertron," as it had named itself -- told him he was in raven-claw. The claw of a raven; the grasp of a carrion bird. And that there was here no captain of Quid-ditch. Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold.

He could only guess at the function of the floating brooms. None of his guesses was satisfactory. Mr. Butlertron must be hinting at something. More clues might be made manifest.

"Yes, Mr. Butlertron. I need a broom."

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"Very well, you may have this one" hands him a broom. "Have you flown before?"

((I figured as much! I love the two parallel conversations here....))

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Cooper stares at the broom in his hands. "But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint," he murmurs. He looks at Mr. Butlertron. "Wesley may not have flown before, in his weakness, but now he will fly. If you will help Wesley, Mr. Butlertron."