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]

[She shrieks and dances back from the head as it falls, almost tripping.]

Y-your head! Your head fell off!!

[seventhlittlemonster]

Oh, uh, yes... That is quite normal for me. [The nub where his head used to be on his body indicated some sort of doll-like anatomy.]

Sorry if I frightened you, it is quite a shock to those who never met me. But in my defense, I am also quite frightened!

[littlebratziska]

[If she had her crop she would whip him for startling her like this, so it is fortunate for his sake that she does not. Instead she stamps a small foot, hands clenched into fists.]

If your foolish head often falls from your foolish body, then why do you not use some ribbon and tie it in place??

[seventhlittlemonster]

Well... It screws on for one. I don't think ribbon could keep a cork on a bottle of sparkling cider on, would it?

[His body seemed to subconsciously search in the direction of the angery shouting, but it still wasn't there yet.]

I'm sorry for upsetting you, ma'am...

[littlebratziska]

[After she takes a moment to calm down, she does start to feel a little bad for the big, lumbering thing with its head on separate, and eventually hesitantly steps forward and picks it up (his head is quite heavy, and she is quite smol), and edges forward to offer it to him, only mostly convinced he's not going to eat her or something.]

Have you ever tried?

[seventhlittlemonster]

[He seemed surprised she thought it was heavy, his head was rather hollow-feeling... The body finally realizes where its head is and picks it back up, screwing it on nice and tight with one flourish of the hands.]

I've worn a scarf I knitted before. It didn't quite keep it from coming off, and any tighter would have just felt plain uncomfortable. [He hasn't munched. He is a rather safe monster to be around.]

[littlebratziska]

[He is like literally twice her height and she is feeling real intimidated by that, though she is trying to disguise that as best she can. She misses her crop, and is making small, nervous motions with her hands in response.]

Hmph. Obviously you should also have a band across the top of your head, then, m-maybe around your... your horns.

[seventhlittlemonster]

...now that'd just get in the way. I'll try to make sure my head doesn't become a problem if it scares you that much...

[he felt maybe a little bit. sad that she doesn't trust like that. Every other kid where he came from trusts him.]

Do you have a name?

[littlebratziska]

Hmph. I'd never be scared of something like that [this is a lie], I speak merely so that you may be spared the inconvenience of needing to continually find your head.

... oh, yes. Erm. I am Franziska von Karma.

[And she gives a little curtsy, notwithstanding the pants that she is wearing.]

[seventhlittlemonster]

I'm Seven. It's nice to meet you, Ms. von Karma. [He bowed in response, his head is on firm so nothing to worry about now!]

[littlebratziska]

[It is a slight relief that his head does not fall off again, though he's so tall that she still feels rather intimidated.]

... what... what are you?

[seventhlittlemonster]

A monster. [He sure was honest about that part...]

[littlebratziska]

Monster is not a descriptive term!

[seventhlittlemonster]

Then... a friend? [that's not very descriptive either!!]

[littlebratziska]

Hmph. Aren't monsters supposed to be scary?

[seventhlittlemonster]

I am really trying here, I don't like being scary I like being nice!! [he is. in distress.]

[littlebratziska]

[7 i am sorry]

In that case you shouldn't introduce yourself as a monster, as that is what they are known for.

Maybe... hm.

[WHAT ELSE COULD HE REASONABLY BE CALLED....

Then she has a brilliant idea]

Maybe you could call yourself a wild thing. Only, one that has decided to be civilized.

[seventhlittlemonster]

Hm... Wild thing... That has a nice ring to it... [He genuinely pondered the idea for a bit.]

[littlebratziska]

And it does not have the same connotations as monster!

[seventhlittlemonster]

You have good ideas... But why is monster so perjorative? I wear the fact with pride.

[littlebratziska]

"Monster" is usually what you call a scary, bad creature who comes to gobble up children, or... or other bad things. They also aren't supposed to be real, but a lot seems to be strange about this foolish place.

[seventhlittlemonster]

That does seem to be what a majority of people think... But I believe that monster can mean so much more than that! Monsters can be scary or nice just like people can be scary or nice!