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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. | ||||||||||||||
you are a menace and we both know it
Anyway, bud, that a) sounds like a real you problem and b) is followed by what might just be the stupidest question of all time. Flatly, then:]
To paint.
[It's his calling! Or something like that, anyway.]
My wife— [A beat, because
[Maybe that's where his employer is at this very moment, actually! Entertaining Felix's beautiful wife! Whatever, back to sketching he goes.]
stop rping in the subject line :/
Painting a squash, is that the plan... Actually staying right here is boring, he decides after about thirty seconds, so-]
You and your squash wait here; I will locate our missing persons in just a few heartbeats.
[Which means he is, at last, Leaving... but now when he tries to leave he steps halfway into a garden, outside, on the ground? And very hastily undoes that half a step to lean back into the studio and call out:]
This room is on the top floor, yes? And completely unrelated, are your paints toxic?
[Did art critique get him high as balls! What is this garden!]
wow :\ real subject line rp: i recite a spell and exorcise ur demonic self
But no sooner has this stranger left—have Felix's shoulders relaxed—than the stranger returns. Felix tries to be a decent-ish person, sometimes; there's no reason he should be tormented like this.]
Are you planning to eat them? [Over Felix's dead body! But he snorts all the same.] Obviously this is the top floor. Why do you think I wondered why you bothered coming up here?
[There's some shuffling, as Felix goes back about his business. Some mumbling. Idiot might be barely audible.]
i roll a nat 20 for wis and refuse to leave tbh
Anyway, whatever, attitude boy; Felassan doesn't get paid (does he get paid @ storyland) to be polite to random artists, so he's going to continue to more or less shout from over here by the door:]
Your studio has an odor— [the fumes?? Gross tm] And your door leads to an empty field! Come and have a look.
stop godmoding??
What are you talking about?
[A grumpy grumble as Felix does, in fact, rise to his feet, setting his charcoal down on his little side table before making his way over to the doorway. Bright sunlight is to be expected, sure, but—oh? Oh.
Huh.]
...What did you do?
[Two questions, please enjoy them, as Felix stares out over this colorful expanse. He should be concerned; he is, in a way, and yet it would be a lie to say his first thought is not, like, how he can incorporate these colors into his masterpiece.]
i shan't 🔫🐝
[Stop asking him Dumb Shit and walk straight out of this upper floor door into a field with him, maybe? That sounds like a plan. Maybe, the people they're both supposed to be minding are actually out there! You never know!]
For the record, I've done nothing to make this happen besides open this door.
[Seems on the level, doesn't it. What do you say, bud.]
😔
...But the wildflowers would look so nice in the background. Woe is Felix the Artiste! A slave to the Aesthetic! So even as he shoots Felassan a suspicious Look before saying, stupidly—]
Fields don't just—appear.
[—he suddenly very much wants to go into this field? Very much needs to go into this field, so what if he just. Brushes right past this elf, taking a tentative step into grass-that-should-be-stone.]
This is ridiculous. [Something he mutters to himself as he takes another step forward, but then, as he turns back to see if this asshole is following him:] This is ridiculous.
[Just a bit louder, ser, so you can HEAR it. Also, why is this sunlight so bright? How long has he been in his dim studio? He can't even fully open his gd eyes.]
no subject
So: this is a field, indeed.]
You're saying it like it's my fault! Do you think I can make fields appear out of thin air?
[And if he could, why would he do it in this grumpy little man's tower!! Think about it, sir!
He stoops to run a hand over the grass, just to confirm-- yep, that's Real Grass, alright.]
If it bothers you so much, you can-- oh, no, you can't. Never mind.
[The door is gone? The tower has vanished? So, how about that.]