Winter Wonderland - of some sort.

[whitest_witch]

Jadis' room is the same room she's always had - but somehow, it seems bigger. The bleached oak bookcase against the wall fills the whole space available to it, wall-to-wall, floor to ceiling, and it is absolutely crammed, with books, papers, oddments of this and that. There doesn't immediately appear to be any kind of filing system, but Jadis never

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[3rdtimelucky]

Bar did not oblige when Goldy asked for the witch's room number, so she had to employ a more underhanded method of residence discovery. Namely, she got Tashka the waitrat to tail Jadis and report back with the directions. So it is that the Fable arrives outside the correct door and raps loudly and obtrusively upon it.

"Housekeeping."

She's arrayed in a thick marled turtleneck, white jeans and suede ankle boots, and her wolfskin fur coat is folded over one arm. Apparently she didn't quite trust that the witch's idea of room temperature would match hers.

She also has a wrapped bottle of something in her free hand.

[whitest_witch]

Housekeeping.

Jadis raises an eyebrow at the door, pushes her chair back, and stands. She pads across the room, bare feet absolutely silent on the thick pile, clothing making no noise. She's wearing an ankle length skirt that could be made of shimmering pearl-grey silk, and a delicate camisole top that might possibly be made of thin cashmere. Of course, both 'fabrics' are actually nothing more or less than living snow.

The door is opened, equally silently, revealing the witch with a curious expression on her face, and a room which, whilst not warm, is not actually cold. Jadis blinks. She had not been expecting Goldilocks at her door.

[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy smiles at first, then lifts her eyebrows in a delicate display of innocence.

"Do you need service today, madam?"

[whitest_witch]

Alas for Goldilocks, but Jadis isn't even slightly fooled. She leans on the door jamb. "Unless you happen to have brought a pot of tea with you?"