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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. | ||||||||||||||
Ruggie Bucchi | Twisted Wonderland | ota (Painter)
[Something was wrong. Something was wrong and something was telling him how to try and fix it and the conflict inside his own head was causing a splitting pain. In the end, he decides to flee the musty studio and see what he can find. The field of wildflowers doesn't calm his nerves but it gives him a direction, some way to fight against the force that was clawing away at his mind, and he intended to take it.]
[So he's picking wildflowers. He's dragging his hands over flowering buds and trying to see if any of them share the telltale signs of being edible. Every now and then his eye catches sight of one that makes him think "Oh, they would like this."]
[And his heart twists because who is they and why is he so sure about it?]
[His ears perk up as he lifts his head to glance around the flower field. Are they... here? Are they responsible for what he's feeling? If he beats them up will it stop? No, no, his heart definitely says not to thrash them. Why?]
Artist's Tower II: Lost to Compulsion
[He found it.]
[Ruggie found what was gnawing at his heart. When the first brush of paint went over a canvas it was a feeling of relief like he'd never known. It was like a first meal after ages of starving. It felt so good that all of his suspicions from earlier were swept away in a wave of euphoria. The stale air of the studio didn't even bother his nose anymore.]
Ah, this one, this one, this one, [his energy has gotten fully channeled into his role. There are three easels set up that he darts between according to his whims. He's using the brushes but also occasionally seems to get "creative" by smudging a bit with his thumb or fingers. The result is turning himself into a mess and creating a kind of beautiful "mess" on the paintings. The shapes are obscure but there seems to be a grassland with a far-reaching sky, something that looks like a throne, and a snowy, distant mountain. There's an easel in the back that's reserved for them.]
C'mon! It feels like I sent out for that marigold yellow ages ago... where is it?
[and a growl comes up, showing how quickly he could turn from satiated to hungry animal again]
The Library: Fuck it, let's get Pizza
[... you know, all that was embarrassing and he'd rather not think about it.]
[Ruggie likes to think of himself as a sensible, concrete-minded kind of guy. The Painter's passion was way too crazy. That was something that better suited like, Rook. Not him. He's perfectly content to eat pizza and lounge about in the sun. He's thinking about a way out, sure, but he's also thinking about how he's not getting out without a full stomach.]
[So, catch him eating or catch him after he's emptied like five pizza boxes and is laying flat on the ground and feeling like he's going to hurl. There really was no limit to the pizza, huh.]
I
...Which is a very, very strange thought to have about Ruggie, of all people. Yeah, sure, he's one of the only people who Leona would really want to see when cast into a new place, but that fluttering of his heart and tug of excitement was... new.
Regardless, he's very quick to close the distance between them and, ears flattening for just a moment, he bumps his head up under his chin as he winds his arms around his waist. All affection, no real annoyance.]
You're actually outside for once.
[...For once? They're outside like. All the time? But there's something tugging at the back of his mind that, no, Ruggie spends all his time in that musty tower instead, and... picturing him in there feels more Right than picturing him on the maglift pitch, at least right now.]
Good to see you.
[Now that is genuine, both from the Leona-Leona part of his mind and the odd, nagging tug that's telling him things he knows are false but feels are true.
...He just might not have said it out loud any other day.]
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[(Did he really do it all the time? Why would he, when he...)]
[Leona would normally be a welcome sight. Leona had the solution to problems. Even when Leona didn't have the solution, he was a person to join with and talk about the unfairness of it all. Still, when he sees Leona in this moment, no thought of planning, plotting, or escaping comes into his mind. Instead, looking at Leona is like the feeling of a key clicking into place in a lock. It opens a chest of thoughts and emotions that, for a fleeting moment, he recognizes are not his.]
[But now they're out. And it was always tricky to fit everything back into a box once it was flung open.]
I was thinking. [an explanation(?) as to why he was outside]
I was thinking these flowers would look good with you... like, if I braided them in your hair or something. I know how to do that. I should.
[And yet, in this moment, he's not exactly sure. Yeah. Yeah, it sounds right. He knows how to braid hair and he'd put flowers in the hair of the local girls. That didn't conflict with anything. That fit.]
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As well it should, he loved his husband very much--
Wait a second, husband?
He was his right hand man, a welcome sight, a reliable ally in even the worst of times, but they'd never... had they? But denying it doesn't feel right, and nuzzling against him once again does, so he sighs and... doesn't quite accept it, but goes with it, for now. It's certainly easier than arguing with himself over it when he could just enjoy the presence of his dear husband outside of his stuffy studio and...
Hm. That's right-not-right, too.]
You'd really want to do something like that?
[It... doesn't sound like something he'd do. Too... affectionate. But doesn't he braid his hair all the time? And why does he... like the idea of him doing that?]
II
You could always take a break.
[ The tone is wry. He may be a sarcastic maiden, but never accusatory or snide. The love he is described to have in this relationship prevents bitterness. ]