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TDM 1 ⬡ The Oval Portrait
    The Chateau ⬡ Common Cast Characters most likely to originate in The Chateau are The Aristocrat and The Valet ⬡ Literary Description "To all appearance it had been temporarily and very lately abandoned. We established ourselves in one of the smallest and least sumptuously furnished apartments. It lay in a remote turret of the building. Its decorations were rich, yet tattered and antique. Its walls were hung with tapestry and bedecked with manifold and multiform armorial trophies, together with an unusually great number of very spirited modern paintings in frames of rich golden arabesque." ⬡ For Your Exploration Characters may attempt to explore the Chateau, but it will be shrouded in darkness, and every room they enter will bring them back to the apartment chosen by The Valet. What decorations may be seen are dark and victorian in design, and the room and halls may be lit by candlelight. The Maiden's portrait is on the wall, and will initially be cloaked in shadow for The Aristocrat to find. It appears remarkably lifelike, almost as though it is a window instead of a portrait. The other paintings on the walls will contain figures that are almost familiar to The Aristocrat and The Valet - as though they could be someone they know, but only if they squint. There is no electricity. Characters will not have access to any powers. The Artist's Tower ⬡ Common Cast Characters most likely to originate in The Artist's Tower are The Maiden and The Painter ⬡ Literary Description "But she was humble and obedient, and sat meekly for many weeks in the dark, high turret-chamber where the light dripped upon the pale canvas only from overhead. But he, the painter, took glory in his work, which went on from hour to hour, and from day to day." ⬡ For Your Exploration Should characters leave the Painter's studio, they will immediately be transported outside, to a sprawling field of wildflowers. There won't seem to be anything else around, but there will be a light breeze and the sound of the sea in the distance. Inside the studio, the air is stale and musty, smelling of oil paints and turpentine. It's dim, lit only by a skylight. There is a stool for the subject and an easel with canvas sitting in the light, but everything else - art materials, more canvases, both empty and with the beginnings of paintings, and props - are all pushed to the sides of the room and cloaked in shadow. Like The Chateau, there is no electricity, and characters will not have access to their powers. The Library ⬡ Welcome! Free from their roles, through either death, completion of the Story, or from not being pulled into the tale in the first place, characters will find themselves in the gardens outside of the Library itself. As always, it will look and feel like a temperate, autumn afternoon. As this setting is part of the Library itself, characters will have full access to all their powers. ⬡ Grand Opening Coming Soon! The front door will, unfortunately, be locked, and a sign will be taped on the doors, detailing how the Library will be opening soon, but in the meantime to please enjoy the grounds and the pizza party in the courtyard. ⬡ Pizza party? Pizza party! In the courtyard, there will be tables set up that will be absolutely covered in stacks of paper plates, 2-liter bottles of any soda one could dream of, and stacks and stacks of pizza boxes, containing any flavor combination that could be desired. Opening a random box will provide a random, but popular, flavor. Opening a box with an Intent and a Desire for something specific will provide exactly that. Enjoy! It won't run out. | ||||||||||||||
library time!
he has all but abandoned any pretense at being a Dignified Immortal and is walking around in one of the library t-shirts with his outer robes tossed over it, peering at everything with the slightly detached curiosity of a transmigrator. alright, it's not that detached: he's currently cupping one hand around his eyes to peer into the darkened library. he's like, really curious about what's in there. what if his book is in there?
he doesn't notice the kid until he speaks up, and when shang qinghua looks down at shen jiu his first thought is, damn, who wrote your tragic backstory? there's something about the kid's face, some nagging feeling of missing recognition, but mostly he's distracted by the thought that you couldn't build a better poster child for a sad, downtrodden urchin if you tried. thankfully shen jiu already has pizza, so shang qinghua does not have to offer his own. he's still hungry, okay. ]
Huh? Oh, I guess, kinda. Just says the library's closed now but it'll open soon, enjoy all the pizza you want. [ and he is! he takes another bite, talking with his mouth full. ] It doesn't say how soon, though. I won't lie, I'm pretty curious about what's inside, but also...
[ he frowns slightly, muttering to himself: ]
Kind of fucked up to throw a pizza party and not let anyone inside to use the bathroom.
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He tilts his head, eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly.]
Bathroom? You don't look dirty though. [???]
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People are rolling around on the lawn all day, you don't think they'll want to get cleaned up later? [ but also, shang qinghua desperately wants to touch some toilet paper for the first time in decades. how many times has he dreamt of the sweet kiss of cool porcelain on his ass in his cultivator life? he peers into the window a little more desperately. ] Don't you? I mean, you look like you could use a good bath.
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[Hope you don't mind getting judging looks from malnourished children. Where's he gonna bathe, the river? Sounds like an easy way to freeze to death.
He takes another bite of the pizza he's holding in his grubby hands. Is this one slice too many? Probably yes, but the limits of his stomach cannot actually stop him.] Anyway, [he says with his mouth full,] if I cleaned up I'd just get dirty again.
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[ let's steer the conversation in a brighter direction if only for your elder's sake, okay? he shoves another piece of pizza in his mouth. he is just as prone to talking with his mouth full as the eleven-year-old standing next to him. ]
So what's your name?
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Also his attention's mostly focused on eating (This man for some reason doesn't inspire much in the way of wariness), so his replies continue to be somewhat muffled.]
'm Shen Jiu.
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the second the kid says his name, shang qinghua IMMEDIATELY chokes on his food. are! you! fucking! serious! he doubles over, trying to unstick the pizza from his throat. hey shen jiu, ever wanted to watch a man choke to death? ]
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He'd contemplate helping out, but it's not like he has any idea how, so. The look on his face is a mix of annoyed and slightly worried, as he inches away a tiny bit.]
...You're not gonna die, are you?
[Valid concern!]
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fortunately at the last minute, shang qinghua remembers he has cultivator powers. don't ask him how, but he manages to eject the pizza from his throat with a burst of energy. it shoots into the grass so hard it actual creates a little divot. shang qinghua coughs and hacks for a minute until he catches his breath, then straightens up, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve. don't worry, there's already at least one grease stain. ]
No, haha, I'm -- I'm good. [ why does this feel like...some kind of bad karma... he clears his throat. maybe the name is just a coincidence hahaha right?? ] So, uh. Got any family, Shen Jiu?
[ except it comes out kind of like he's asking if shen jiu has a wife and kids. ]
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wh
what the heck, did that guy just turn chewed-up food into a projectile weapon!?
Shen Jiu looks down at his own mostly-eaten pizza slice, then over at the dent in the ground, then back up at the incredibly non-dangerous-looking man who can throw up so hard he might as well be throwing up rocks.
(Is he more amazed by this than he should be? Sources unclear.)]
.......No? [At least the guy still sounds like a loser—this is a relief somehow. He finally manages to pull himself together again.] My parents died, and I can't find my brother, and I...don't have any other family besides them.
[Shen Jiu's gaze turns downwards as he speaks...the attempt at looking sad and forlorn is only slightly weakened by his residual surprise and curiosity.]
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It's cool, I'm a cultivator.
[ that's reassuring, right? at any rate, this doesn't really 100% confirm his suspicions that this is indeed The shen jiu. he's actually having a hard time judging the odds in a world where transmigration happens to a guy more than once. is it more of a coincidence considering the limitless possibilities, or is this...WAY too much of a coincidence? shit, he's gonna give himself a headache. he clears his throat again. ]
Aw, that really sucks. [ very comforting, shang qinghua. ] ...What's your brother's name?
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On the other hand—no he can't think of another hand. Demon?? But demons eat people, not peezus, everyone knows that.
He puts on his best pathetic look.] It's Qi-ge. Have you seen him? He's my only family........ [dramatically fades....he even gets teary-eyed, for extra effect!]
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aahahaha fuck! this is seeming less and less of a coincidence! it's kind of starting to make shang qinghua sweat, but he cannot help himself, He Must Know
at the very least his inward bullet monologue is distracting him from shen jiu's pitiful orphan vibes and he comes off as kind of thoughtlessly blasé. ]
Qi-ge, huh? [ does he sound normal? he just choked on a piece of pizza, he does not. he clears his throat. ] How'd you get separated? Did he go off somewhere on his own, or...?
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Shen Jiu turns his gaze downwards at the question, kicking forlornly at the ground.]
I'unno, I woke up here and he was gone. [Which means he's the one who went off somewhere on his own, leaving Qi-ge behind...Qi-ge's not gonna die from worry while he's gone, is he? What if the other kids take advantage of him now that he's alone and defenseless!
—What's the point of worrying if he's here and Qi-ge's there, anyway! He looks back up again.] You don't live here, right? Everyone here looks new.
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Yeah, I definitely don't live here. I mean -- uh, actually, I think we all kind of do now, probably, but I'm not from here. [ he actually lets out a little chuckle at that. ] I mean, this place doesn't exactly look like one of the Four Great Sects, does it? Nah, I'm pretty sure the rest of the people here just got yanked from their own worlds like you and me.
[ which means you're probably not gonna see qi-ge again, sorry kid! ]
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He still can't help looking disappointed though, a fact he attempts to hide by frowning Harder.]
The great sects? If you're from there, couldn't you just, you know...cultivate your way out of here, somehow? [He waves his hands in a vague gesture that is probably meant to convey ~cultivator magic~.]
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he throws up his hands in surrender. ]
Haha, hey, listen, even immortals don't necessarily know how to travel between worlds. How would I even start? I don't even know how we got here.
[ he's also not that good of a cultivator for an immortal! but that's fine, shen jiu doesn't know enough to know the difference. that is bothering him though. how DID he get here. ]
Shit, did I die again?
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If you died doesn't that mean all of us are? I don't know about you, but I feel perfectly alive still!
[what happened to his pathetic act....]
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Oh, uh, haha, no, I didn't mean that literally, it's, uhhh -- a cultivator thing! Obviously we're still alive.
[ at least, he thinks they're still alive? idk man, you die once, you think you know everything, then poof, you transmigrate again outta fuckin nowhere. at least he's not a baby this time though?
shen jiu seems suddenly much more okay, which doesn't surprise shang qinghua so much as make him wince inwardly. okay, so, he's kind of fuzzy on the timeline of shen jiu's backstory and some of the details, too -- and that's not his fault! -- but the extent to which shen jiu was putting on an act, even if it hadn't thoroughly bewitched shang qinghua, is...a little worrying?
exactly how young did shen jiu get to be Like This again? ]
-- Anyway, I wouldn't worry about it. You're not dead. [ the hand flapping, it is so very dignified and reassuring. he jerks a thumb at the door. ] And, bonus! No sleeping outside. Assuming they actually do let us in.
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If they don't, do you know how to survive out here? It's probably harder to find shelter when you're so big.
[The jig fell apart, excuse the sniffle, he'd been considering turning on the waterworks before that interruption happened.]
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[ uughhh he's not sure he likes that look on shen jiu? ah, go back to pretending to be a helpless child, even though shang qinghua knew it was probably all an act it was less uncomfortable! ]
Besides, why would they feed us pizza and put up this sign, and then not let us in? Unless this is like a horror movie kinda deal and they're waiting for us all to turn on each other. [ hm. ] That would suck.
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[Suspicion increases!!]