You're My Friend, They're My Friends (IC Intro)

[whimsicalism]

Whatever you were doing before, wherever you were before this moment it doesn't matter. The world seems to grow dark around you: an almost inaudible giggle floats to your year before you lose consciousness completely. Other it belonging to a child there's no defining characteristics of the voice. Maybe you just imagined it? Even if you did, one thing is clear when you wake up.

You're not where you were before. The bedroom you find yourself is plush and well decorated, almost like a fancy hotel or apartment. That might be little comfort considering that it's clear that you don't recognize it. Before you rush off to explore your surroundings there's a message pinned to the door to the hall.

From the desk of the Queen:

Hello, my friends dear.

I can only hope you enjoy your new life here. For those you stirring from sleep, this is my promise that I will keep: I will let you go if that is what you desire but the price for it will be quite dire.

For my rules are quite clear that I don't wish you to leave. Yet I will, if you can take the grief.

If you wish to know my name and the reasons to my game, meet in the audience hall for tea. Tea, yes, a grand tea party for my grand guests! Cake and sweets are what we need to meet. In an hour we both will be there, no peeking before!

Signed,

Instead of a signature, there's a small feline paw print underneath as well as some strange sort of heart crest?

There seems to be others moving outside your room. Perhaps it's time to explore, to see if anyone else knows what's going on. Don't slip on the playing card (an ace of hearts, with the heart shape replaced by the strange crest). That there's a scribbled phrase of 'dormez-vous? dormez-vous?' on the card but surely one of the others slipped it under your door.

This Castle seems like a strange place ot live in... yet for now it's quiet and peaceful, even if the Audience Hall is locked.

Comments

[rhododendronhoney]

I guess it's pretty low on the priority list...but I do think homemade food tastes better. Plus I'd like to prepare snacks for everyone too, you know?

[littlebratziska]

A foolish sentiment. I think time would be better spent trying to find out more about this place, and ultimately escape!

[rhododendronhoney]

Of course I want to get out of here. But we'd need to gather everyone together for that anyways, and we might as well do it over homemade food. Besides, it's probably significant in some way that we don't have a kitchen available to us.

[littlebratziska]

I... it is?

[This is an angle she had not considered.]

Hm... yes... for if there is no kitchen then where is this food coming from in the first place?

[rhododendronhoney]

Exactly! I can't even find a locked door or anything that might lead to one.

[littlebratziska]

Hm. Logic dictates it must come from somewhere. Maybe the cooks simply do not want amateurs in their kitchen?

[rhododendronhoney]

...maybe. It still feels kind of strange, though...it doesn't seem like there's really space for a hidden room here, kitchen or not.

[littlebratziska]

[She stops and thinks on that for a moment.]

Perhaps it is underground?

[rhododendronhoney]

[She looks thoughtful.] Huh, I didn't think of that...I didn't check for trapdoors in particular or anything, it's true.

[littlebratziska]

There might also be something on the second story. The castle is tall enough that there must be something up there.

[rhododendronhoney]

Maybe...the stairwell seems completely blocked off, though.

[littlebratziska]

It seems to be, but that doesn't mean that it is.

[rhododendronhoney]

Yeah, I guess I should take another look there later...