ℬ𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓁𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 ℳ𝑜𝒹𝓈 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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bellelurette2025-03-07 11:17 pm
lesmodsalouette) wrote in bellelurette2025-03-07 11:17 pm
Mesdames et Messieurs, Voilà, C'est Vous
Bievenue
You're wrapped in a soothing, all-encompassing darkness.
Well, perhaps not perfectly all-encompassing -- you can see some slivers of light here and there, just enough to realize that your current space is literally wrapped in something, and that you are a highly customized burrito at the mercy of an entirely too fluffy bed and set of blankets. Moreover: you are definitely not alone.
Depending upon the contents of your bed (two of you, waking up dressed exactly in what you wore last you remember back where each of you came from, in the exact same state as those last moments no matter how illogical or disjointed), it may not be comfortable or feasible to stay cocooned up for much longer. There's a low, muted GONG, GONGG coming from not far away, your bed creaks like a beleaguered ship in an unannounced storm, and it is joined by even more noises of movement beyond the bed canopy as you try to take stock of where you are.
Eventually, you either fall out of bed or drag yourself into this world: your new and strangely crowded personal rooms, the clock insistently sounding out the hour, and the halls and heraldry of the venerable Château Ambregris -- a lavishly decorated and fully furnished version of a more-or-less authentic French castle (assuming you know what France or a castle are).
Left to your own devices for the moment, you may find it helpful to explore the castle for your own purposes, check out the suspicious statues and personalized plaques in the Promenade of Reflexion, or perhaps to try to get to the bottom of the mysterious and frankly alarming amount of bread piled up in front of the place settings in the Banquet Hall. (Were you thinking of escaping? Any attempts to leave the property will be met with no forward progress at all, treadmill style). There's just about every kind of loaf, roll, boule, baguette, croissant or even animal-shaped bread you can think of stacked in baskets. There's absolutely nothing else save for plain bread, but at least you won't starve.
[OOC: Welcome to Château Ambregris, a perfectly normal castle receiving perfectly normal guests. Feel free to ask any questions in discord! The NPC Meet & Greet will be later today, March 8 at 6 PM EST/3 PM PST.]
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Eventually, she realises she's not alone.
Kicking off the duvet, she recoils in the bed and surveys those around her. She's never had many friends, but there's not a single familiar face here.
There's certainly something smarter she can say here. But since she just woke up:]
What the fuck?
[With (presumably) no better idea of what she's doing here, Caroline sets off to exploring. She winds up in the banquet hall, and -]
Someone likes their carbs.
[Her red right hand hovers over the animal bread selection, before going for a piece of turtle bread. She pulls off its limbs one by one, eventually ending with the head.]
All this luxury, and they can't even spare us any butter. Why'd I bother growing my tastebuds back?
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she sits up, looking around the unfamiliar room. is this the white lady's castle? no, it couldn't be. after all, the last time she saw philia... ]
Aaah....
[ for the other members of the narcissus room (and especially whoever is sharing the bed with her), you may see her stumbling to find an exit like a newborn foal that is just learning to use its legs. she can't be here with others. she needs to leave. she needs... she needs to be alone.
in the end, she'll end up at the promenade of reflexion, her eyes focused on a certain profile's. not hers. she would rather do anything than look at her own reflection at the moment. ]
Saber... why is he...?
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but every adventurer hungers
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cw starvation implications
Who are you?
[ After calming down, though, it's time to explore and gather information. Man, she's tired of being taken to weird places...though at least this one is giving her basic needs, like the bread. Lili is quick to shovel quite a few pieces of it into her mouth like she's incredibly hungry, and maybe that's the case, given how she seems a little...malnourished, is the best way to put it.
If you see tears rolling down her cheeks as she eats, don't worry, that's just your imagination.
Later, she can be found staring at the plaques, namely her own. She's staring at it with immense scrutiny...but when she gets to some of the other information, her expression turns from one of great concern to one of utter embarrassment. She's fussing to no one but herself, but anyone also exploring these will be able to hear her grimacing. ]
H-how did they get any of this? This is an invasion of privacy!
lets get that bread
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When he realizes he's in an unknown place, and in pain, he scurries out of the bed, and runs towards the nearest place he can think of: the powder room. He enters, locks it behind him, and stays there quite some time.
When he comes out, he's pale, but he has adjusted his red cloak to kind of hide the bloodstain on the front of his body. He leaves the villa without really talking to anyone -- or at least tries to, feel free to catch up to him in the sitting room area while he's on his way out.
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From there, Scarlet is exploring, and once he finds there's no way out, you might find him in various locations. Perhaps he'll be at the solarium, exploring and trying to look out of the windows]
...I can't see anything...
[Maybe because he's too short to see outside, at least if we assume there are a whole bunch of plants on the lower half of these windowwalls!
Or maybe you'll find him staring daggers at one of the bread baskets, before he pushes it away, shaking his head.
Or maybe he'll be at the Mars room! Looking around at the incredible collection of weaponry in this place!]
This kind of stash is disquieting, don't you think? But it's fine. Most are ornamental.
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Are you listening? Answer me.
[Silence. She sighs, her shoulders drooping in frustration. It's time to head out.
For the most part, Tia moves like a woman on a mission, halting only once she reaches the Promenade of Reflexion, where she stares down her own statue—or, rather, the associated plaque—looking cross at what she reads on it. So much for that. Eventually, she winds up in the Mars room, her brow creased in lieu of squinting at the numerous reflections of light.]
What good are weapons if they're stored away like this?
[She's never understood this inclination toward displaying everything under the sun.]
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[Whether he wakes up of his own accord or due to the frenzy of one of his other suitemates, Junior leaps out of bed at once. His hand shoots back behind himself, as if reaching for something...only for a flash of further alarm to cross his face as he finds himself unarmed. Taking quick stock of himself, he realizes that each of his concealed weapons have been taken from him. Eyes darting silently from one person he shares the room with to another, he abruptly turns on his heel and bolts--but not toward the door.
Junior runs headfirst into a solid wall at full speed, as if he expecting to pass right through it, and promptly falls backward onto his bottom with a dazed look on his face.]
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[Once the initial panic wears off, it's time to take stock of his surroundings. The boy's main concern, once it becomes apparent that there's no escaping this mysterious place, is to find a means of self-defense. He takes some time in the mars room, assessing the suitability of the weapons lining the walls...and frowning at both their overall lack of efficiency and otherwise positioning above his short reach. After that comes the workshop, where the tools were less than ideal for combat, but could potentially do in a pinch. Junior turns a sculpting tool over in his small hands, carefully testing the sharpness of the edge with a finger.
The kitchen, of course, is the most promising place to swipe a knife, if needed. It would probably be more obvious if one went missing, which he considers to himself as he eyes a paring knife. He needed something easy to conceal, that would fit nicely in his hand...but hurriedly puts it back where he found it as soon as someone else joins him.]
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[Eventually, like so many others, Junior's hunger gets the best of him. He doesn't trust the accommodations that's been left for them...but seeing others taking the bread and not apparently recoiling from a potential poisoning, gives in to the growling of his stomach and tentatively takes plain loaf to nibble on. The youngster promptly tucks himself into a corner, effectively cutting off any attempts that may be made to surprise him, and proceeds to watch the others who are trapped here with him.
If anyone catches him staring, he'll at least have the decency to snap his gaze down to his feet, looking every part like the contrite child he is.]
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What's even more new is waking up right next to someone. G'raha dislodges himself from the blanket burrito and then the little mountain of pillows he's inevitably sunken down into, and practically bounces up out of bed. He's flustered and it's obvious in the way his ears lay flat on his head. ]
Are you all right? I realize now that was quite the rude awakening.
[ You know, all his flailing around and all.
The rest of his time in the Tulip suite is spent looking around for any clues or signs of why they might be here or how they got here. Too bad he comes up with nothing. He'll offer his fellow roommates a little smile as he tries to decipher some of that writing on the writing desk in the sitting room with no real success.
He doesn't spend forever in the suite, however. Getting his bearings is important and so he'll be out and about in an attempt to do just that. One of his stops is the Banquet Hall, where he stops and ponders over the bread for a long, long moment.
G'raha even takes one of the portions—a roll—but he puts it back and decides against eating any of it at all, a frown settled on his face.
His next destination is the plaques, where he spends time poring over each and every one of the statues and their accompanying plaque, eyes lighting up in recognition at one other than his own, even if he says nothing of it. ]
'Tis a surprising amount of particulars on each of us.
[ And a surprising amount of them here in general.
Finally, G'raha stations himself at the library like any good little nerd would. And just like a nerd of his caliber, he's making use of the bookwheel, with books ranging from geology to cooking to fashion arranged on each little shelf. He's got to learn as much as he possibly can, after all. ]
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[ The last thing she remembers is riding a high, simply happy for life.
So of course she's unbelievably pissed when she wakes up somewhere unknown yet again. With an annoyed grunt, she rolls her somehow burrito-fied self around to escape...and crashes to the floor. Hopefully not on someone.
Either way, she's stays on the ground for a hot minute, seething and pondering. ]
This sucks. Ugh, when I get outta here, there better not be another puzzle, I swear...
[ Clover knows she should immediately get up, but the fear of what she'll find has taken hold. If he's not here...
She doesn't want to finish that thought. ]
2. clown theater
[ Who knows when this happens, but she ends up backstage at the theater, rummaging through the costumes. Not that she thinks they should be described as costumes. More like abominations. ]
Are we here to make the worst-dressed circus in human history or something? Ew.
[ Anyone remotely around is getting the same question though. It's important, she swears! ]
Tell me you found something good!
3. a chapel once more
[ When Clover reaches the chapel, she pauses at the middle of the aisle to stare at everything around her. It wasn't so long ago she's been in one. This one definitely beats the cake in looks though. Not that that's important.
Even if she doesn't see it, she still walks up to the altar with a small hope in her heart.
Unsurprisingly, it's in vain. ]
...No coffin, huh?
[ It was a long shot anyway. Not that the thought stops her from biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
Once again, this sucks. ]
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He's silent for a long moment, which is usually a sign of bad things. Then he adjusts himself to literally, violently, kick the person next to him out of the bed. ] Don't touch me!
[ What's worse is there seems to be a lot of beds in this room with a lot of people. Something's strange though. But the queasiness he feels is proof enough he's still himself, even if he's hallucinating. Is he hallucinating? And where was Seojin?
After what's surely a hectic wake up, he leaves the room to get away from all the filth, he goes looking for somewhere uncrowded. In his search, he comes by the promenade, to which he flatly remarks: ] Great way to attract wandering spirits, this.
[ This place seems old though, and he can't see anything? Or even sense anything. Even from the people he passes by. He gives a once over on the plaques though, to which he rolls his eyes or laughs at certain things. But especially (loudly and obnoxiously) at someone disliking snakes. He doesn't laugh that often, so thanks for that. Someone doing a check on him is a bit concerning too, though.
After, he passes by the kitchens and grabs himself a knife, because why would you trust anyone here. And if he has to share a room with people, he needs some assurance. And he also gives a derisive snort at the chapel next to it. Churches were certainly everywhere, huh. Even when you didn't want them to be.
Finally, he settles in the solarium, just shivering on some uncomfortable chair because it's so damn cold here. His phone's gone, which makes him antsy. Can't call Seojin, who the fuck knows where he'd gone or Yuri for help. Where's his mask too, there's so many people around. And his cigarettes and lighter. He wants a smoke right about now.
He thinks to himself, simmering, and mumbles out loud: ] Weird.
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I'm so sorry, is there—I mean, are you alright?
[Which goes to both her bedmate and the rest of the roomies, once she realizes there's more people in the room than she would have expected. Unfamiliar people, too, which makes her feel uneasy... The strange decor of the place doesn't help, either, because it doesn't seem like something she would imagine.
She can't spend the entire day in the suite, though, so it's time to ✨wander✨. The first place she stops is the garden, immediately sidetracked by the greenery. The flowers are lovely, and while it's as overwhelmingly designed as the villas, it's refreshing to simply be outdoors for a moment. Or... a lot of moments. Hamel spends quite a lot of time standing by the parterres, gazing at the flower petals in utter silence and without moving. She's just deep in thought, obviously.
Eventually, she makes it to the banquet hall, where she has to contemplate for a moment.]
This is quite a lot, isn't it?
[What should she choose... She is feeling a bit peckish, but there's just. So many varieties of bread? She eventually will nab a croissant and go on her merry way, but it's a shame it doesn't seem like there's anything to put on the bread.
Her last stop is the pool, which. Hell yeah. Love to see a pool. She kneels to test the temperature of the water, and after finding out it's quite pleasant, she takes a seat on the edge. Time to take off her shoes and put her feet in the water as she finally eats that croissant she nabbed. Once she's done, she slides herself into the water fully, not at all concerned with getting her clothing wet.]
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He's quick to roll out of bed—as much as he'd love to stay swaddled up in a real bed for the first time in years, he's suddenly aware of how horrendous he smells—and sets off to explore his new surroundings without much thought for his suitemates.
First stop: BREAD. Hickey spends a good hour in the Banquet Hall with a mountain of bread on his plate, enjoying the assortment as if it was a seven-course meal prepared by a fleet of personal chefs. He's dressed in his underclothes: a simple long-sleeve undershirt and matching longjohns, with a fancy pair of knee-high boots that definitely tie the whole outfit together. His greatcoat is slung over the back of the chair next to him.
Upon closer inspeciton, his clothes are filthy with sweat and the elements. When's the last time this dude bathed? He sighs happily and slouches back in his chair. ]
You wouldn't believe what I was eating before this.
[ His tone suggests it wouldn't be wise to ask. ]
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[ Later, he can be found in the bathroom. His freshly-laundered clothes are draped over one of the Greek statues to dry. As you enter, he's stepping out of the shower, a towel around his waist. ]
Why bother with all this if the baths aren't even operational?
[ An idle question more than a grumble. The shower did just fine for him—though his mouth tightens as he spots the toy boat. He pads over to it to give it a closer inspection. Is this for him? ]
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[ Eventually, he does wander back to Water Lily Suite. He explores a little, digging through the wardrobes and peruses the assortment of products in the powder room, but before long he's sprawled out on one of the beds. He knows he woke up next to someone, but who cares? He's had enough of sharing. ]
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[There is no clear cut memory connecting the fallen child to their current setting. They only know that they are here now. Present. Alive. They outstretch their hand, readjusting to their own fingers by wiggling them, folding their own hand into a fist, their own eyes, their own skin.
They reach out to a presence that should be there, by their side. They call for them. For it. They call for help.
But nobody came.
They can't help the laughter that comes out of their mouth. They're so alone, in fact, they don't even notice the presence next to them.]
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[Coming to terms with your new environment and learning the ins and outs of the necessary knowledge is just a good rule to live by. They aren't going out of their way to socialize, despite their newfound freedom to do so, instead they attempt to investigate.
Starting with the kitchen. There was a spread of bread, enough that they could feast their eyes on all that yeast, but the important stuff? Gone. They glance at the knives - purse their lips and start rifling through the food.
Only to find, once again, that their dreams have been betrayed.] It's enough to live off of, at least. [Their tone betrays their dissatisfaction. Then again, their eyes brighten up upon seeing cocoa powder, sugar, milk...] Or maybe...
[Of course, later on they visit more interesting places, visiting the gallery they take a moment to stare at the art, attempting to decipher something.]
Do you suppose there is a clue hidden in these? I can't say I'm familiar with any of them, beyond the general historical context for some. [The people not even from a version of Earth would surely struggle even more. It grates on them, having to ask other people for help, but as pretentious as they are, they aren't an ambiguously child aged art critic.]
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[ It takes Richard a little bit longer than most to free himself from the burrito he finds himself encased in, struggling against the plush duvet and also the fact that he's currently in a full suit of armor. But eventually, he gets himself up and out of bed, seemingly talking with himself as he does. ]
Thank goodness, I was afraid that I had somehow fallen prey to some sort of binding magecraft when I wasn't looking, but it appears that I was mistaken.
[ He seems to be waiting for some kind of a response as he pulls the red cape attached to his pauldron out from under the mess of blankets with a definitive thwip, but when he doesn't get one he's expecting, he stands straight up and looks around the expanse of the room, fully ignoring whoever is currently staring at him. ]
...Interesting.
[ Give him a second, he'll be with you shortly. ]
b. | back in the habit
[ Upon his initial first look around of the château's first floor, Richard comes across the chapel, and immediately seems to respond, again looking for someone recognizable, or at least someone who at least might be able to assume who he is. But again, no luck, and he seems to deflate a bit. ]
I suppose it was unrealistic to expect the overseer to be here...
[ But he catches glimpse of whoever walks in, and immediately turns to them. ]
Well met! You haven't happened to see a woman about yea high [ holds his hand up flat to about shoulder height ] with glasses and shoulder-length blonde hair, would you?
c. | throne room
[ He can't seem to help but linger around the throne room for a time, inspecting the scale and the details on all the surrounding artwork. ]
To think that my predecessors had such extravagance surrounding them...
[ He's mostly just mumbling to himself in wonder as to how they managed to acquire this lavish lifestyle, while occasionally looking over at the crown resting on the throne. ]
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He rolls over, detangling himself from the bed in the Water Lily Suite, his cape. He doesn't remember this, coming here. He's sitting up in the bed, legs slung over the side, hand over his eye. Does he have a headache? He can't tell. Whatever joy (?) he felt from the night prior leaves him, fading with every tick of the clock.
Decor looks Western. But that doesn't make sense. He doesn't feel woozy, as though he'd been drugged. He breathes; the air is still, quiet. Empty, even. Does that mean—
He hears a shuffle, or a voice; someone moving. He's not alone in this room. Gold eye darts to the source of the noise (he sees nothing, of course), and his voice is tense, alert. ]
Is someone there?
[ Once all those formalities are settled—
Cain will explore. He's not so much bothered by the lack of magic (wouldn't a place that would take the time to deprive him of his magic bother to take away his affliction? nothing is so kind, it seems,) as he is his lack of sword. He can manage empty handed, but he still doesn't know how much danger he's in. Whoever it was, was powerful enough to snatch him away, take away his magic, his sword, yet kind enough to let him wander this palace...?
Suspicious.
He will, of course, eventually find himself in the Promenade of Reflexion, both awed and creeped out by the statues (the serpent one, especially). It takes him a few statues before he realizes...these must be other people in the same situation as him. A few words catch his eye as he skims the plaques: Justice. Swordplay. Mixers. Sweets. Japanese. King Arthur.
But it's his own statue that gives him pause, and the familiar face that stands next to it. ]
Why us...?
[ If a Northerner was also taken, then he might not have any hope at all.
He can also be caught spending a significant amount of time in the gardens, pacing the perimeter and studying the outsides of the buildings, staring up at the sky. They can't really be trapped here. He has important things to do, as does everyone else, he imagines. ]
[ Cain is everywhere, for the most part, busy searching for an exit.
Forgive him if he accidentally runs into you, or whirls around and accidentally smacks you while you're holding that nice piece of bread. He's...impaired. ]
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Is something the matter? [ His hands are already moving to try to remove the limbs from him when he realizes... those aren't the Trailblazer's hands. Dan Heng will try to jump away from the stranger holding on. Are they going to crash into the third person? Fall off the bed? It might as well happen because life is suffering. ]
[ Later, Dan Heng is going to move from room to room as he searches for someone. ]
Have you seen someone with grey hair? [ He will ask each person he comes across. ] They may be searching garbage cans...
[ Much, much later, he will be in the library or by the pool. ]
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[Only to walk into a chandelier. Even slouching can't save his basketball height. He doesn't even say "ow". He just freezes in place for a loooong moment, before he sighs:]
I think I'm stuck.
[After finally being freed from chandelier prison, Sariel is found like some kind of gangly goth skeleton all over the place. He is first beelining to the garden, bending over the nearby bushes and shrubbery, sometimes even laying on the ground, squinting at the nearby dirt. If someone approaches, he just says, lightly:]
I'm looking for ants.
[W.....hy.]
[And of course, what would be the best place for someone of his origin? A chapel, of course, though it seems the look of the place completely bewilders him. He's lightly touching the cherubs on the columns, murmuring to himself.]
Other angels were here...?
[Does he LOOK like an angel himself? Maybe you should ask?]
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[The ticking of the clock is what rouses Break from his sleep, and the warmth radiating from the other body in the bed is what sends him sliding out of it, posthaste. This... is not the correct mansion he went to sleep in. For one, there should be no curtains encasing the bed. For another, there are quite too many people inhabiting the room.
He sweeps the room the best and quietest that he can before making his way out-- perhaps there's information or his people to be found elsewhere.]
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[Excuse him, he's checking out the different jars of fruit perserves. Holding them towards the windows, arbitrarily picking one up and switching it with another-- perfectly normal behavior to be had, in this break from scouring around the many rooms of the castle.]
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[A few too many rooms and staircases later, and Break finally finds one he might be able to utilize: the armory. Or, that's what he believes the room to be anyway. Knights' armor and various sword-shaped objects lend to it, but the most practical thing about it for their captors is how it was far from the rooms the kidnappees woke up in.]
Leaving weapons out for your prisoners... Not the smartest, hm...? Though that would imply they would be useful weapons in the first place.
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All at once, every single clock in the Château and villa goes off. It might be an enjoyable sound if it was only one or two, but as it's every timepiece simultaneously, all with different sized gongs and chimes, it's one discordant, dissonant, inharmonious cacophony.
Mind your ears and then mind your feet, as you'll feel the sudden need to head to the ballroom. Were you here already? Then maybe you noticed a mousey looking young man enter a little while ago and climb the steps to the orchestra balcony. He's clad in tan plain looking robes with tawny short hair cut to a bob, a tall wooden staff in one hand. His light lavender eyes dart around as a crowd slowly gathers, and when it looks like everyone is here he'll speak.
His voice is sonorous in volume but not at all in tone, and everyone in the room will hear it crystal clear, regardless of where they stand. ]
Umm, hey there! Sorry for the noise, I wanted to write you all letters first, but there's so many of you that my hand would definitely cramp so I figured this would be better?
[ He doesn't sound too sure, but it's the effort that counts, surely. ]
You're probably wondering why you're here, right? I can answer that.
It's umm. My fault.
Sorry.
[ That's that, and everything is forgiven. Right? ]
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[Sousuke was never a particularly heavy sleeper, so the moment he senses the presence of a stranger lying next to him, his body's already moving long before his mind has any say in the matter. Quickly shedding the blanket, his freed arm gropes the surface of the bed for a suitable weapon while he keeps his eyes on the person sharing his bed. Not finding anything but a pillow, Sousuke makes an attempt to straddle them instead. Roommates are going great!]
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[After that particularly rude awakening (that is to say, he was the one being very rude), Sousuke leaves the villa and starts exploring, trying to stay out of as many peoples' line of sight as humanly possible. He eventually finds himself in the Mars Room, checking out one of the firearms. But if anyone comes in while he's there, he'll abruptly turn, pointing a flintlock pistol at them.]
Who's there?
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[ Some time after the confrontation with Witch, you can find Angelo in the garden standing in front of the rose bushes. He's still wearing his space suit, because that's what he woke up in and he has not had a mind to change yet. In fact, he does not seem to have a mind for much of anything right now - anyone who cast a glance at him in the ballroom earlier would have seen that beyond his first outburst, he seems to have been mostly dissociating through the whole thing.
He doesn't look much better now. There is an emptiness in his eyes, and it's unclear if he's staring at the roses or just looking right through them at something else, something much further away. A glimpse of red, in a universe beyond this...
After a moment of silence, something seems to break in him and he reaches into the bushes to clench his hand around the stem of a flower - if it weren't for the thick pilot gloves he is wearing, this surely would have jammed the thorns right into his hands and made him bleed. With his arm now outstretched, it is easy to see that he is shaking like a leaf. ]
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[ Later yet, Angelo is back in the room he is now forced to share with those random strangers. It's nothing new for him to have his quarters not be his own - he's shared his last room with his squadmates for quite some time. But there is one thing he absolutely refuses to budge on: beds.
Angelo has claimed one of the four available beds, and he's looking at everyone present with murder in his eyes: ]
If any of you even think about trying to share a bed with me, I'll kill you.
[ After whatever confrontation this leads to is settled, Angelo can be found in the powder room, where he's opening up various perfume battles to give them a sniff. Once more, he seems more absentminded than is entirely healthy, but at least he's not screaming at anybody. ]
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[ Close to nightfall, Angelo can be found in the Mars Room. He's finally changed out of his spacesuit and is instead wearing a fancy riding ensemble with high boots that he appears pretty comfortable in. Currently he's holding an old pistol in his hands, appraising. ]
This is ancient...
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[ Throw me whatever, man. Or hit me up on Discord real quick so we can work smth out, of course! ]
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