Owner	Pose
Ivory	Afternoon is the time that some cats get active for a little before dozing again in the afternoon. And Ivory practically has a cat's schedule in some ways. Maybe some hour ago they had left their flat and went to a walk, feet leading them through thebig apple on intuition alone as the white haired one seemed to jsut eye around. There were only tiny hints on the real gender of them, a little fold or crease here and there, only a very subtle hint that at the moment Ivory was a girl in those carefully chosen clothes to give that androgynous look based around that winter jacket with a white persian cat sitting under an umbrella, safe from rain pouring next to it on the back. After an hour or such, 3 PM had passed, and somehow the feet had lead the designer to Greenwich Village. There was plenty to see in that part of town after all, but they had never noticed that huge mansion before. Had it always been there? What was it anyway? Somehow they ended up stopping in front of the iron fence, inside an immaginary circle around the building other passerbys seemed to avoid on instinct.
Doctor Strange	Stephen stands in front of his house and is holding a long length of pole with what looks like a sponge on the end of it, and he's reaching up with his body stretched fully as he's cleaning the outsides of the windows.     A complaint is voiced after the end of the unrully pole misses the pane again and splats loudly against the side of the brownstone. "I really need to hire someone to do this." The wizard complains, wearing a warm cashmire sweater with the sleeves pushed up past his elbows and the scars on his hands and wrists prominent as he does some 'winter cleaning' on the Sanctum, unaware of the audience he's drawn in Ivory.
Ivory	A moment Ivory tilts the head, a hand stroking through their hair. Why were they looking at the guy trying to clean his window? They didn't exactly know, why they had come here in the first place, just that somehow that building seemed to have a draw on them. They let Stephen struggle a little more before they finally call out to the red robed window cleaner. "Hey, you're the owner?"
Doctor Strange	"Yes. I'm the cleaner." The former surgeon says as he lifts his hand to brush a strand of hair out of his face and back with the rest on the top of his head. Stephen then looks over at Ivory and quirks an eyebrow up, "What is it I can do for you?" The magician asks as he keeps the sponge pole pressed against the side of the house and he seems to be waitint for Ivory's response.
Ivory	"Actually, no real idea. Just strolled through town and ended up in front of your home. Never noticed it, even as I strolled down the street here several times. Strange." Ivory notes, not really realizing they used the name of the man that might quite easily see that something with them wasn't normal. That they were stuffed with magical energy. "Maybe you can tell me how you do that?"
Doctor Strange	"Do what? Clean windows? I'm trying to use a sponge with a stick." Stephen remarks before he looks over his shoulder at the 'girl'. He pauses and then turns fully to address Ivory and squints at them. "You mean how you haven't noticed this house before don't you." Stephen sighs softly and takes a step closer, "Magic." He says bluntly.
Ivory	"Yea, making the whole house kinda not there. Magic, hm?" Ivory asks, crossing their arms as they look over to the doctor, carefully eying them. "Isn't Magic kinda noisy and loud and flashy? I mean, the news make it look like that."
Doctor Strange	"The house is always there." Stephen says with a follow up squint and then he turns to look at the brownstone as if it might not be there when he does. "It's still there. Not sure what you're talking about." Maybe it's not something Stephen himself even does. "And no, magic isn't big and flashy." Stephen says with a roll of his eyes. "The news doesn't really know. You think reporters of any ilk know a thing about magic?"
Ivory	"I know I don't know a lick about it. But for whatever reason I stand in front of a house that I didn't even acknowledge till like two minutes ago." Ivory notes, tapping against the fence. "As if this thing had been a full wall or something or blended into the brownstones over there..."
Doctor Strange	"It's always been here." Stephen says with a shrug before he lowers the sponge and holds it forward for Ivory to hold onto. "That means the house needs you for something, or you need the house for something." Stephen explains as he passes the cleaning stick.
Ivory	"The house choses who clean it? That's strange. Especially if it chooses designers..." Ivory notes as they open the gate to pick up the sponge-stick, then eyes the wall and the stick again, checking if it could be extended to reach more possibly. "I'm Ivory. Any you?"
Doctor Strange	"I speak not for the house, it does on it's own." Stephen says with a nod of his chin. "Plus..." Stephen holds up his hands in front of ivory, showing off the scars along his fingers. "I am not so good at it myself." The stick does reach much further, but Stephen doesn't have the strength to actually take care of it. "I am Doctor Strange, it's nice to meet you Ivory."
Ivory	Ivory isn't like super strong, but normal strength is enough to deal with the sponge to get it out to the window the scarred one struggled with. "Well, seems like today it wanted a cleaner. Or you know more and jsut don't tell me?" she asks as the sponge brushes over the dirty window, creating a downpour of grey water and leaving behind much cleaner glass.
Doctor Strange	"Of course I know more and am not telling you. That's kind of my job." Stephen says, crossing his arms and looking back towards Ivory, "As you do too." Stephen says as he leans his back against the small fence and asks, "Like, how you're not human." Stephen shoots in the metaphorical dark.
Ivory	Ivory chuckles a little as she wipes the window, shaking the head. "Oh, the ages old mythic speaking? But you are wrong. I am human." Ivory turns as they let down the stick, leaning it against the wall as they turn around. "I was born human. Still am." They chuckle as details change on the body. Not much, as if the girl had just switched for its male twin. "See?"
Doctor Strange	"Doesn't seem human to me." Stephen says, seeming awfully nonplussed about the whole situation. "I've certainly seen stranger things in my time." The sorcerer explains before he steps off the fence and closer to Ivory, taking a more clinical exam of the individual, though not touching. "Most humans I know can't do that."
Ivory	"Well, not everybody is me." Ivory notes, shrugging some they look back with those blue eyes. "But I am still human. Born human. Just got a talent."
Doctor Strange	"Talent." Stephen says curiously but then he shrugs his shoulders and steps off away from Ivory and then towards the door. "You don't have to keep doing that if you don't want to." Stephen says with a smirk before he starts up the steps towards his front door.
Ivory	"Keep doing what?" Ivory asks, following with the eyes as Strange opens the door. A moment they seem to wait, then they chuckle as he stands there. "That's an invite, right?"
Doctor Strange	"Not yet, no. But you do not have to continue scrubbing the windows. ... They're already clean." Stephen says before he slips into the door and gives a kind wave as he disappears inside.
Ivory	Ivory looks after the man somewhat confused as he notes not yet, closing the door behind him. "Strange... indeed..." they mutter before leaving through the gate. "That's a strange house indeed..."