Massive spoilers will be in the comments. I'll be gradually adding to this over the next while, as I get spare moments to write. Hopefully, other folks who've been will also comment!
After having seen (most of) The Second Mrs. DeWinter's story, I ventured into the basement in search of a witch. The first one I found was the one I mentally refer to as The Red Witch, on account of her beautiful red dress with the long train.
I later found out that she was actually Hecate. The other witches were The Short Witch, The Bald Witch (who sometimes deceptively wears a wig), and The Male Witch. They are often in groups, but rarely all together at once.
Hecate's Parlor has numerous comfy sofas, including a circular one in the center of the room. The ceiling is covered with interlocked dangling umbrellas. (Sometimes Hecate yanks on their handles, summoning storms.) Her desk has many small containers of mystic essences, and a flat surface upon which she chalks arcane sigils. Upon the desk is a book about Goetic Magic; the spine is illegible and the title page has been ripped out. A bookcase holds many odd knicknacks, including a dead cat.
I had lots of time to observe these details. Hecate has a habit of bringing ghosts into her locked herbal storage room for one-on-ones. As I was determined to follow her (and desirous of getting a one-on-one with her!), I had quite a lot of time in that room, with no actors. My strategy for this circumstance evolved over the course of the evening. At first, I would just sit. Not a bad plan, given how much time one spends on one's feet. But I noticed that wandering audience members would be puzzled by my (non-)behavior, and would start watching *me*! As I wanted to improve my odds of being chosen, I didn't want lots of others hanging around. So I then started poking at the decor, as if I, too, had just wandered in, and would probably soon wander out again.
I never did make it into ther herbarium, but The Red Witch *did* take note of me... But I am nearly home, so that story will have to wait.
The Red Witch, part 1
Date: 2009-12-11 11:43 pm (UTC)I later found out that she was actually Hecate. The other witches were The Short Witch, The Bald Witch (who sometimes deceptively wears a wig), and The Male Witch. They are often in groups, but rarely all together at once.
Hecate's Parlor has numerous comfy sofas, including a circular one in the center of the room. The ceiling is covered with interlocked dangling umbrellas. (Sometimes Hecate yanks on their handles, summoning storms.) Her desk has many small containers of mystic essences, and a flat surface upon which she chalks arcane sigils. Upon the desk is a book about Goetic Magic; the spine is illegible and the title page has been ripped out. A bookcase holds many odd knicknacks, including a dead cat.
I had lots of time to observe these details. Hecate has a habit of bringing ghosts into her locked herbal storage room for one-on-ones. As I was determined to follow her (and desirous of getting a one-on-one with her!), I had quite a lot of time in that room, with no actors. My strategy for this circumstance evolved over the course of the evening. At first, I would just sit. Not a bad plan, given how much time one spends on one's feet. But I noticed that wandering audience members would be puzzled by my (non-)behavior, and would start watching *me*! As I wanted to improve my odds of being chosen, I didn't want lots of others hanging around. So I then started poking at the decor, as if I, too, had just wandered in, and would probably soon wander out again.
I never did make it into ther herbarium, but The Red Witch *did* take note of me... But I am nearly home, so that story will have to wait.
Re: The Red Witch, part 1
Date: 2010-01-15 06:33 pm (UTC)