muffinstud wrote:Gregor reads the note on the nightstand and frowns. He doesn't recognize any Alice from his dealings with his liegelord... but if this lady truly did plan on hosting him, she should at least let him have his own clothing. Something, anything would be more appropriate than the frilly, girly things in the wardrobe. He closes it back up and checks under the bed again, curious about that little clamshell. He opens it up, curious to see what it is. Most nobles he knew made grand displays of what little gold and jewels they had... and she had something so rich just lying under a bed? How rich is she?
The little clamshell opens up easily enough. Inside he sees a mirror... and a number of colorful paints, powders, and a small brush. The mirror is strangely captivating... and he might find himself gazing deeper into it.
Whatevr89532 wrote:"Hmm.." Marcus frowns at the available attire; will any of this stuff even fit him at all? He starts rifling through it for something like a long dress that he can just drape over himself, deciding against going for any of that ill-fitting underwear. It'd be nice to have something on down there, maybe, but he definitely draws the line at attempting to wear panties. At the same time, he keeps an eye out for anything inside the wardrobe that's not clothes; maybe he'll find something that will eventually aid his escape. It's no less likely than this entire situation seems to be, after all.
There is a black dress that looks fairly substantial... and soft... looking around, he does spot something. It looks like a yellow ball...? The size of a large grapefruit.
xGoggles wrote:Considering the situation... it appears he is in an unfamiliar room, without his consent, so that likely means kidnapping; yet this hardly looks like a place to hold one captive. He doesn't appear to be chained either, so nothing inside the room preventing him from leaving. He lies down on his side again, resting on his arm as he thinks, though still pretty tired... Could it be that he was drugged? That likely was the cause if he was abducted. But if he woke up that means it was already diminishing, right? Nicholas yawns again, closing his eyes a bit while he thinks.It won't be any use to get into anything drastic when not in the optimal condition... better wait out the drug's effect... Not like being tired will help his situation much... right? Resting his head again on the pillow. It has been so long since he had some decent night sleep too.. maybe just a little nap still.. fill up his energy for the day.. wait for the sleeping drugs to subside... He'll find out more when he is well rested.
He has a strange dream... walking in a rose garden... fragrant scent winding through the marble arches. Above he can see slender spires of a castle. Just ahead... he sees a table set for tea with two seats. On the opposite... a
girl? looks up at him and smiles. "Ooooh... I wondered if any of you would make it here this way. Come, sit~" She says with an impish smile.
Zoey wrote:"Perfect!" exclaims Grok as he starts to take everything his big meaty hands can grab at and starts to tie them around his waist to give him some decency. He takes two other garments and ties them around each arm and then another one to cross his chest. There! No he is presentable. "Time to get out of here" he says going for the door.
He manhandles the soft, silky things... twisting them into rudimentary clothing. As he turns to head for the door... he finds a piece of paper stapled to it. The squiggles on it make his head tingly as he looks at them...
Feng wrote:Xavier audibly meeped, not at the loss of his keys, not his wallet -- such things had a bad habbit of disappearing at the most inconvenient of times. No, somehow, somebody managed to move him from the convention center into this frou-frou bedroom... and he wasn't wearing any pants! "Maybe.... Maybe I got lucky and scored with someone at the con?" Xavier mused to himself. There was a very awkward pause.No, no, no. There was no way THAT was plausible. He shuddered, pondering what sort of twisted place this was."Hmmmm...."He carefully treaded to the door, testing to see if it was locked.
Heading directly to the door... he finds... its unlocked! Huh...
Ookalf wrote:"What in- What happened to my clothes?" Paul's pretty sure he was wearing pants when he went to bed! Did whoever brought him here steal them? It's then that he spots the note and reads it over. "'Get dressed...' Why would they take my clothes then tell me to put them back on?" With none of his questions really answered, Paul checks the closet and wardrobe for his clothes.
He doesn't find his clothes... what he does find confuses him, no doubt. Very expensive, very feminine-looking dresses and shoes fill the closet and wardrobe. Silk and other rare fabrics... some even studded with gems and pearls. Yet among all of this finery... there is no sign of his old clothes.
Vomica wrote:Matthew awakens far later then he had planned too! What had he being doing the night before? He knows based on the softness of the bed this is not his own, and there is a certain scent in the air that is off. It's not the usual sent of old books and unwashed socks stashed away in a clothes hamper. It's the smell of... floral? He knows that. The man bolts awake with a start! Pink. Pink everywhere! Matthew looks around the room, "...this is not the room that I remember."
He'd bolt out of bed, and do a quick inventory check and equipment! Is his attire what he wore the night before? Does he have his things -- Cell phone? Wallet? Keys? The mandatory pocket lint?? It'd better all be there! If not, things are escalating from 'mysterious room' to 'kidnapped'. A peek out the window would be the next step!
He finds himself without anything! Nothing but silky sheets that he tugged aside. Heading out... looking out the window... he'd find himself near the top of a tall stone tower... the sweeping, elegant spires below leading out into a large complex of a... castle? Nearby he can see a curvy looking gargoyle. Down below he can see what looks like a rose garden... a slim wall... beyond that forest stretches as far as he can see.
