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]

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!