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

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I- Hhh?? I'm a monster, yes, but I'm not a bad one! I wasn't- wasn't sent by anyone here! Or, uh, do you mean who brought me into this world? I... my momma brought me here along with One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six, but she never tells me how. And my father's never there so I can't ask him either...

[He put a hand on his chin, pondering how he came to be in the first place... perhaps he will find out when he's older.]

Your mother named you all after numbers?

[That's pretty funny all things considered]

Why, is that strange? [The irony was lost on him as he did not know anything about this small, small kid.]

[he is about to find out!!]

No, but it sounds like a code name. They call me Numbuh One at headquarters, but it isn't like that's my real name.

Oh! That's so cool!! [Oh now he gets it! He will lean forward and listen to what he has to say.] What do you do at this... head-quarters?

Oh, you know, hanging out, planning missions, defending the treehouse from invaders... wait. [If he's asking then he's definitely not with the G:KND. He needs to make sure. Just because he has parents doesn't mean he's not an adult] You ARE a kid, right?

Yes! Momma would tell you I am too! In fact, I'm- the youngest of my brothers and sisters... [He immediately became distraught talking about this in such a situation.] ...I want to get out of here... [He curled up, sniffling.]

[The monster is a crier!! Oh noooo!! Nigel's a bit flustered, being an operative is about putting on a brave face for him - he'd usually leave the comforting to Numbuh 3. But she's not here, and he's got to learn how to do things on his own now, so.]

Uuuuum. [He pulls on his turtleneck and awkwardly pats his big ol' shoulder.]

Don't worry! Going home should be fairly simple once we all figure out how to crash the simulation. At least I'm reasonably certain that's what this is, with a loop like that. [He points at the shrub.]

Stuff like that doesn't really exist unless it's in a virtual reality.

...I wish I was brave like you, Numbah One.

[He did calm down, if just somewhat. He wasn't completely on the verge of crying now.]

I hope you are correct about that. [Knowing the setting, no he's not but hey a kid can dream!!]

Me too, but that was a pretty obvious tell, soooo.

[He gets this a lot but it is pretty wild coming from this dude, he's just gonna be blunt.]

Well, I don't know why you wouldn't be. You're really big and you look strong too. I bet you could kick tyrant butt if you got some training.

You mean like punching people?! I could not, I shall not! Momma told me to never do such a thing! [The concept of hurting anyone was so. appalling to him that it was almost comical.]

Seriously?

[Seems like a waste tbh!! But he won't tell him his parents are subjugating him out of fear if it sounds like he has an actually nice mom. So far it could go either way.]

...Well whatever. You don't actually have to do it, so long as you don't forget that you could.

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

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