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

[littlebratziska]

[Franziska had made her way outside and investigated the tree, carefully breaking off a promising seeming branch for a switch - it's not her crop, but she feels more comfortable with something. She almost drops it when a bald boy (who is shorter than her! One of the few benefits of this place is how tall the general population makes her feel) starts shouting behind her. She spins around and swings her new switch, as she would have her crop, hard.]

A foolishly foolish fool who values only foolishness for his foolish opinions would do better to keep his foolish mouth shut!!!

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[battlestations]

[battlestations]

WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT FOR!? I'm in the middle of a breakthrough here! You saw me disappear, didn't you!?

[littlebratziska]

And what good is your foolish shouting going to do for that??

[Franziska is also shouting now]

[battlestations]

Alert people, however ungrateful they may be about it!

['they' obviously means Franziska. He's pretty annoyed about getting smacked, but Franziska passes for twelve and he hasn't looked at profiles yet, so that's all he is for now. ...Honestly, he's used to putting up with a girl like this back home.]

Or do you think we should all stay in blissful ignorance as some villain manipulates our senses?

[littlebratziska]

How does alerting people, at volume, to your foolish theory help anyone here? What would it even mean if that were true? Everyone here has a different story and none of them make sense!