Once a doll has bypassed Doorine and entered the Count’s back door s/he is ushered into the Enter View Room of the vestibular suite. This suite consists of a cluster of rooms serving as an antechamber for the Count’s main residence. It's the only part of his complex open to dolls for interviews as well as offering accommodation for a couple of special psychic cats and Megan the mega Meganeura. The Enter View Room is a room completely lined with mirrors, as if you're inside an inside-out mirror ball. Some are two-way mirrors so that when the Count interviews prospective residents, they may be observed behind the scene by three psychic feline powers who can read them through and through and yay or nay them. Post interview, the doll or dolls wait anxiously seated on the luxurious butterfly-wing-velvet chairs in the Enter View Room while the Count convenes with the Royal Founders. Queen Marcheline must give her final permission to grant them the right to walk the "The Read Carpet" (pronounced 'red' as in the past tense of 'read'). The Read Carpet is essentially a dramatic passage way leading to the grand entrance hall under Libertine’s bed. Libertine welcomes a new citizen-citizine as s/he emerges from the underside of her bed, with a sash and badge of honour which will be worn to a banquet of introduction held in her/his honour as it's a privilege to live here and Queen Marcheline will issue her new subjects with their Official Properlisting Cards during the course of the ceremony. The small yet stately door beneath Libertine’s bed has no handle, no keyhole, no way of being opened from her side, only the Count may unlock it from his side, so nobody can enter his front door without his permission and supervision. Nobody knows how he manages to open the chiave from Libertine’s side but he can and does for he's a magical homunculus of mystery overseeing his mansion of many rooms aka "The Burrows of Which Craft?" referring to the labyrinthine collections of artefacts and craftefacts gradually amassed by him over the course of centuries.
When the Count inveigled Tiffany the fox to burrow out his grand troglodytic abode she unearthed the complete ossified corpse of an enormous prehistoric dragonfly, known as a Meganeura, settled in a pocket of lime or a peat moss bog. She was a remarkably preserved specimen. A veritable Sleeping Beauty perhaps requiring only the kiss of a prince to awaken her. The Count couldn't resist. (Not the snog in a bog bit, the revivification part) He roused her from her million years nap. She was giddy with her new found lease of life and pledged to serve the Count forever more. She was somewhat corpulent for a dragonfly, as when she'd met her doom by getting stuck in a muddy lime bog she'd tried to eat her way out. She'd swallowed an epic quantity of boggy mush which had all helped to preserve her intact in fact. She'd over the immense passing of time become a clay creature, fortunately, a very light weight porcelain type clay, so Megan the mega Meganeura can still take off effortlessly even with the Count on her back. She and the Count thoroughly enjoy flying round together on all manner of nocturnal excursion seeking out the weirdly wonderful and other worldly discarded treasures. They have an uncanny instinct for the unusual. Not freakish creepy wooo-weird or hairy-scary sinister. They're simply Quirk Collectors of the unusual arts and crafts come Cryptozoological discoverers of the wild wooded parts. Megan's unusualness is further pronounced with a distinctive pattern of heart shaped markings on her back. In the same vein, the "eyes" of the tail feathers of Paulo Pavonazzo, the albino peacock are also heart shaped. These are no coincidences merely definite attractions as the Count avidly collects reliquary hearts. Some are displayed on the walls of his entrance hall. It seems he has a fixation with the heart. I wonder why?
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AND HE SAID:
"Truly I tell you,
You're NEVER too old to be young at heart
P l a g i a r i s m is
a plague D O N ' T
S P R E A D I T ! ! !
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