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?]

Comments

[athleticallyinclined]

[ The first part of that made sense, at least. Somewhere along the way, she loses him, unfortunately.

After all, no one pulls off this coat like Gaston. ]

...CJ?

[faciliheir]

Calista Jane Hook. Pirate. Villain. Friend of mine, I guess. If I did that whole "friend" thing.

[athleticallyinclined]

And she wears this coat better than me.

[ He's skeptical. ]

[faciliheir]

Much better. But, like I said, total bias on my part.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ He tries to smile charmingly, but it's really more of a pained grimace. ]

Of course.

[ A bow. ]

Well. Perhaps one day, I shall change your mind.

[faciliheir]

Anything can happen. [pigs could fly, for starters] You got a name to go along with that confidence, big guy?

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Well apparently goats can, so who knows. ]

Gaston, of Villeneuve.

[ He's still a little too annoyed to offer a real bow, but he does dip his head decorously. ]

[faciliheir]

[... oh. that. explains everything.

well he's the villain of those two assholes on the throne so she might as well be civil.]

Freddie Facilier, of the Isle of the Lost. I'm starting to think we oughta start investing in name tags; all these introductions are getting on my nerves.

[athleticallyinclined]

Mademoiselle Facilier.

[ excuse you gaston is a hero didn't you get the memo ]

...Name tags?

[ What is this modern frippery you speak of. ]

[faciliheir]

... I don't think anybody's ever called me that. Ever. [SHE FEELS REALLY UNSURE ABOUT IT TBH] I wish I could do the whole "Oh, no, that's my father" deal, but, y'know. Gender. Might be best to just stick to "Freddie." Having two names means you can choose whichever you like best.

[athleticallyinclined]

Freddie, then.

[ A little...informal, but, all right. ]

A nickname?

[faciliheir]

Short for Frederique. [no she's lying it's literally just freddie because villains can't be fucking trusted to name children.]

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Gaston beams, extending his hands briefly. ]

Ah. A good French name!

[faciliheir]

Dad always said we were royalty on his mother's side, but, personally, I've never been outside of Auradon. Seems like there's a lot of French people here, though! [one man and a rat] Is it a bad place?

[athleticallyinclined]

A bad place? Not at all!

[ Perhaps she hadn't understood. He puffs up a bit. ]

I'm from France, you know.

[faciliheir]

I don't mean "bad" like how the Auradonians use it. I mean bad like, you know, cool. Awesome. Wicked. Like that.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ Bad...means cool? Gaston's brow furrows in confusion. ]

Quite cold, in the winter.

[ Give it up, Freddie, he's hopeless. ]