Forget all your troubles

[grimgrinningghosts]

[You wake up and instantly realize something is wrong.

There is a vague feeling of dread hanging in the air and, as comfortable as this bed is, there’s just something off about everything, even before you open your eyes. The dread only grows when you open your eyes and realize that you are in a completely unfamiliar room. One that has clearly seen better days at that.

As you explore your room, you will soon find a bedroom key resting on the dresser along with a note]

Welcome, esteemed guest, to our humble abode. We hope that you enjoy your stay in this Phantom Manor, as we expect you to stay with us for a very long time.

Feel free to make yourself at home as you enjoy what this manor has to offer, whether it’s the library, our projection room, or our famous wax museum. We’re sure you will find great joy

However, before you can get too comfortable, we ask you to please come to the portrait gallery at noon so we can discuss your stay here.

We eagerly await to meet you.

-Your Host

[The uncomfortable feeling doesn’t let up as you leave the safety of your bedroom. The manor seems old and decrepit, almost like it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Despite that, anyone who tries to escape will soon realize that the walls are unusually sturdy, and there are no doors that would seemingly lead to the outside world.

Still, at least you’re not alone in this scenario, if the other bedroom doors are any indications. Maybe there are a few more people coming out of their bedrooms too, so you have someone to talk toif you want to try to figure out what's going on. But if the 30 bios in the foyer hall are any indication, whoever has you here did not do this on accident. Whatever you’re here for, it seems like you’re here for a reason.

But hey, what’s the use of being pessimistic about this? Maybe it’s all an innocent situation… right?]

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[notasingleword]

[Her smile begins to dull until it's a sad frown. She shakes her head: no she can't. It's sort of painful to not even be able to explain that, but at least Moana understands now.]

[truecalling]

I-It's okay! Don't worry. We're going to find a way out of this.

[It doesn't help the girl with her other problem but she hopes at least if she doesn't have to worry about the whole kidnapping thing maybe it'll ease her mind a little bit.]

[notasingleword]

[Ariel sighs quietly before nodding. Right... they just needed to figure out what's going on first. Oh! She suddenly perks up a bit, and she takes Moana's hand to lead her back down the hall. Her walking still isn't perfect, but she at least isn't relying on the wall anymore.

They end up in front of the portraits, and Ariel points out her own. She wants Moana to try and understand her a little better.]

[truecalling]

[She'd seen them in passing before, but this is the first time she'd really read them.]

Oh. This is yours. I get it. You want me to read it.

[Good thing these are here then.]

Let's see... so your name is Ariel?

[One thing at a time. Looks like there's plenty to read.]

[notasingleword]

[She nods to confirm. That's one very important step down!]

[truecalling]

Okay. Great. Ariel. That's a pretty name.

[Alright let her just pick up where she left off and scroll through the re--]

...woah. Hold on. You're a mermaid? [...] Or... I guess. Were??

[notasingleword]

[Yup another nod! She finds it kind of funny everyone is so amazed she was a mermaid. Ariel is amazed by the fact that she's with humans... among other creatures.

She smiles down at her new legs, wiggling her toes.]