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foolishmortals2017-06-11 04:17 am
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2017-06-11 04:17 am
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Introduction
[You wake up in a bed.
A rather comfy bed, but as you open your eyes, you realize that this room is not one you’ve ever been in before. And even the most villainous of you should notice that something is immediately very off by how morbid your room looks. While generally clean, it looked dark and like it was a part of a very old house.
And that “Rest in Peace” throw pillow really isn’t doing the room any favors.
Meanwhile, on the dresser on top of your new notebook, there is also a message:]
When the clock strikes 13 o’clock. You must all meet in the stretching room for a special announcement.
[Well, it would be rude to refuse an invitation, right?
As soon as you leave your room, you notice a stark difference between the bedroom and the rest of the building. It looked like it hadn’t been kept up in ages, and it shows with how everything is caked in dust or covered in cobwebs. But judging by the other bedroom doors, possibly with other people peering out at the same time you, at least you’re not alone in this strange situation.
As you explore the rest of the first floor of the mansion, you’ll come to realize that, besides the bedrooms, the whole place is rather decrepit and dimly lit. While all rooms may provide a great interest in you, the the bios of all your foolish mortals might be useful to you, especially if you enjoy finding out how much your new captor has learned about you.]
A rather comfy bed, but as you open your eyes, you realize that this room is not one you’ve ever been in before. And even the most villainous of you should notice that something is immediately very off by how morbid your room looks. While generally clean, it looked dark and like it was a part of a very old house.
And that “Rest in Peace” throw pillow really isn’t doing the room any favors.
Meanwhile, on the dresser on top of your new notebook, there is also a message:]
When the clock strikes 13 o’clock. You must all meet in the stretching room for a special announcement.
[Well, it would be rude to refuse an invitation, right?
As soon as you leave your room, you notice a stark difference between the bedroom and the rest of the building. It looked like it hadn’t been kept up in ages, and it shows with how everything is caked in dust or covered in cobwebs. But judging by the other bedroom doors, possibly with other people peering out at the same time you, at least you’re not alone in this strange situation.
As you explore the rest of the first floor of the mansion, you’ll come to realize that, besides the bedrooms, the whole place is rather decrepit and dimly lit. While all rooms may provide a great interest in you, the the bios of all your foolish mortals might be useful to you, especially if you enjoy finding out how much your new captor has learned about you.]
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Sort of joke?
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It -- ah -- I mean what else could -- what were you doin' up there?
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Oh boy.]
I, uh -- mm.
[Another glance down. Okay. Start small.]
You're Tarzan?
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Tarzan.
[He motions his hand out towards Fiddleford.]
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Fiddleford.
[Have fun with that mess of syllables, jungle boy.]
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[It takes him a moment. But he echoes Fiddleford perfectly, picking up a drawl in the process.]
Fiddleford.
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That's right. That's real neat, that trick with your voice there.
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[fidds you're teaching him exciting new things]
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Voice. Like, words. Talkin'.
[He makes a little mouth opening-and-closing motion with one hand.]
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[It's a direct imitation of a certain obnoxious cricket.]
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Oh my lord, you sound just like it!
[Him? It? He's still kind of fuzzy on that. 'Him' is probably kinder but Jiminy isn't here.]
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[He's very into this. This is fine.]
It.
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[For the first time since he showed up here he's kind of not in a state of soul-crushing panic. This is a very surreal but nice distraction.]
I don't think you can ruffle jeans, exactly.
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[...huh. here comes an original thought.]
It thinks you can.
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You do?
[This conversation is going almost kind of good, for being half-nonsense. Huh.]
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[He looks down at his own faded denim dad jeans. Which is definitely what you wear with a tweed professor jacket. Shut up. He plucks some of the denim on one leg between two fingers demonstratively.]
Jeans.
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[he's very excited! he gets it.]
Why jeans? To keep warm?
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[He... isn't sure he can explain the concept of Covering Your Shame to a man who was raised by apes and wears a loincloth. He may want to just not try.]
To keep warm, protect yourself from gettin' scraped up, to look nice, all sorts of reasons.