TDM 1 ⬡ The Oval Portrait

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	Casting Call The Oval Portrait Edgar Allan Poe »» "Long — long I read — and devoutly, devotedly I gazed." Name: The Aristocrat Casting Call: Characters with a Birthday from September through December Physical Notes: Desperately wounded, to the point of being bedridden, but not losing consciousness. Personality Notes: Curious, and prone to becoming enraptured by the pursuit of learning about whatever has caught their curiosity. Mildly delirious due to injury. Compulsions: To learn about their surroundings, whether through study of the portraits in the chateau apartment, conversation with a companion, or ill-advised exploration. «« »» "We established ourselves in one of the smallest and least sumptuously furnished apartments." Name: The Valet Casting Call: Characters with an Unknown Birthday Physical Notes: Older than The Aristocrat by ≥ 5 years. Personality Notes: Willing and able (by force or by cleverness) to break in to a home for the well-being of their employer. A caretaker by nature. Compulsions: To see that The Aristocrat is comfortable for the night and their wounds are tended to, and to get some rest themselves once their duty is complete. In the absence of The Aristocrat, The Valet is free to act as they please. «« »» "She was a maiden of rarest beauty, and not more lovely than full of glee." Name: The Maiden Casting Call: Characters with a birthday from May through August Physical Notes: Young, aged from 15-20. Personality Notes: All smiles, loving and cherishing of all things, hating only The Painter's art, for they deprive them of their lover. Compulsions: To live life to the fullest, to love, to be happy... But also to make their husband, The Painter happy, by being a good and willing subject for his portraiture, should he ask. ⬡ Will slowly waste away and die, should they sit and allow themselves to be painted. «« »» "And evil was the hour when she saw, and loved, and wedded the painter." Name: The Painter Casting Call: Characters with a birthday from January through April Physical Notes: Older than the maiden by ≥ 10 years. Personality Notes: Passionate, studious, austere, wild, moody. More in love with his art than his wife. Compulsions: To paint. To paint, and paint, and paint some more. To ask their lovely wife to be the subject for their next piece, and to throw themselves into the completion of it. ⬡ Unaware they are doing harm with their painting, until it is complete. «« code @ efryndiel 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. navigation • premise • reserves • faq

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[weifinder]

( A bird bath is water: Wei Wuxian can be picky if he has the luxury, but he's also the Yiling Patriarch. When you lead a band of merry misfits into the dead wilderness, to combat resentful spirits and the constant fight for edible food and drinkable water, picky is... verbal, not actioned.

He smiles, aiming for charming, and laughs light and pseudo embarrassed. )

Ahahaha, you know, that's exactly what I'm hoping for. The, ah, refreshments provided are... unique?

( A pause, and murmured confession: )

They're burning my nose. And not like particular wines do, it's tragic, a travesty! So... water. Over this way, you said m

( He starts on over to those hedges and hedging around them on a narrow, single stone path. He needs less of this metaphor in his life. Can he have a two stone wide path? )

[deitritus]

[ the smile on xie lian's face is polite, but it definitely twitches a little when the other man makes mention of the refreshments. he hadn't yet attempted to either eat or drink any of what's been provided, but depending on how long it will take him to get out of here it's best to start planning for the time when such things will be necessary.

and so, he makes quick work of snatching up another empty bottle, discarded on the floor by the table. this he hastily slips into one of his flowing sleeves, the smile on his face just a little strained if only because of how natural it feels for him now to... pick up trash. ah. ]

Fellow cultivator, [ he's taking a guess here, as there are many things about this place that don't make sense but he's fairly certain he senses some spiritual power here... ] that's a brilliant plan. I think I'll do the same, if you don't mind!

[weifinder]

( He may in fact be working with the least powerful cultivator around by technicalities (one does pay heed to one's lack of golden core, when within one's context, such is necessary for continuous spiritual energy production and consumption), but it's a touch of the familiar that leaves him torn between laughing and sighing. Crying, not so much. He's more frustrated than that kind of upset with present circumstances. )

Yes! ( Pause;) That is, no, I don't mind! It's a free... fountain.

( Let's take this painful awkwardness of refusing a gifted meal and its refreshments and move along the one stone path to where the bird bath, in all its... flowing, bubbling glory, stands, bereft of birds.

He blinks, eyes the scant algae growing around the rim of the shallow basin, and lifts his container to let the flowing fountain in the centre slowly start trickling inside. )

Also a very shallow one. I can' say I've seen a fountain made to mimic a spring in quite this way before.

( Wait. Blinks, lift his head, and flashes a bright smile to his lips. )

Where are my manners? ( Clutching his partly filled bottle, then hands together, offering a proper bow of greeting: ) Wei Ying, courtesy name Wei Wuxian, of... Yiling.

( He supposes? Really, where else is he from at this point? The wandering road. )