Abillioncats wrote:James pondered his situation for a moment. As lazy as he was, staying in bed after being kidnapped was probably the most unintelligent thing he could do. He decided to get out of bed, though part of him was sad to do so.
Apparently he was also naked, whoever did this had taken his clothes!? So his kidnapper...or kidnappers were either perverts or just really cruel. They probably had cameras around too.
With that thought, he quickly pulled the blanket off the bed and wrapped himself with it. Now what?
Nothing better to do that look around he supposed. He just hoped he didn't end up like one of the characters in a horror film. He begins to search the room, for anything really, clothes might be nice, or a note explaining why he was here. He opens every and any drawer, closet, or chest he can find.
The soft blanket makes a fairly useable toga. As for clothes or a note... he finds both... though neither might be what he was hoping for. The clothes are all girly things. Skirts, dresses, blouses... while the note he finds on the table by the bed is... strange.
"Welcome, new guest to my castle! I certainly hope you enjoy your stay, however long it might turn out to be. Please, make yourself at home. Though you might find yourself being made to feel at home sooner than later. Regardless... I hope you enjoy the game ahead. Your host and future employer, Alice."
Whatevr89532 wrote:"Wa-a-aaah-gmph!" And...Marcus has a ball in his mouth. He bites down on it a couple of times in surprise, and...he feels happy about this? He levers himself back to a sitting-on-floor position so his hands are free again, and pulls it out of his mouth, hoping he won't have even worse butterfingers now that it has some of his spit on it. And he looks at the ball in his hand, squinting his eyes...something weird is going on. Why did he...like...catching it like that?
It makes a couple of squeaks as he bites down on it... making him want to bite it more. And yet... it seemed so... neat... so fun. In the meantime, he feels a strange tingle. The hair on his head grows out longer and softer... while the rest of his bodyhair thins and retreats. Playing with the ball makes him want to wiggle something he doesn't have... yet he might find himself swaying his hips side to side slightly to compensate...
Feng wrote:Xavier is well aware of the fact that he is charging into the unknown skyclad! He is hoping it will give him the element of surprise should he encounter his mysterious kidnappers. Or, well, at least until he finds his pants.
His eyes scan the various doors.
"Which way is the exit?" he wonders aloud.
As he wanders through the halls... one of the doors opens. A maid pushing a cleaning cart out. She pauses... looking down... and then further down... then she screeches!" GUARDS! GUARDS! STREAKER IN THE CASTLE!"
Zoey wrote:Grok rubs his head. The words... they make sense! He grips the paper intensely as he reads. "Huh... This. This sounds easy enough" he says crushing the paper. "No time to waste!" he says as he goes slam down the door and charge out into the hall! This is going to be fun. Grok like challenge.
He charges out of the hall and sees... a hallway! Leading both directions! On one side there is a window! With a decorative table! And a vase of flowers! An ADVENTUROUS vase of flowers!
Ookalf wrote:"...Well, I guess I don't got a choice..." Lacking any real alternatives, and not wanting to just go naked, Paul reluctantly grabs one of the dresses and tries to squeeze into it.
He grabs a simple blue dress. Something that should cover plenty. Luckily the fabric was as soft and stretchy as it looked. Now... did he want to deal with that strange soft underwear? The stockings? What about those shoes?
xGoggles wrote:Nicholas frowns, and then sits up a bit and look around if anyone else besides them were there... this 'Alice' keep mentioning others, but so far he could tell this was still his dream, "Why do keep referring to multiple people?... A game really, huh?" Looking back at the castle in the background of the dream, then smirks and points at it while still having his arms crossed, "Well... seems I have already won your silly game~ We are outside and your castle is over there. Unless you consider this garden also within it?" As far as talks went in dream, this sure was more detailed, yet the lady was making as much sense as any dream-person he'd think up of would.
She snickers. "Yes there are a few people I picked from multiple dimensions. Also... this garden is within the walls. If you get this far, it wouldn't count. Which... brings me to the next point. Your not actually here, dear... you fell asleep again. Which brings me to another point. If you fall for my little traps... I get to have some fun. Fun like... so." She snaps her fingers... as he feels a strange tingle creeping over him... his hair beginning to grow out... and turn... blonde?
muffinstud wrote:Gregor squints into the mirror, looking a bit more judiciously. Pale? Why are his lips pale? He isn't ill, is he? He shakes his head and puts his hand up against his forehead to check to see if he's running a temperature too.
Or maybe he's too cold? He has been stripped of all his clothes... but this room feels to be a comfortable temperature.
Mmm... he doesn't feel sick... but... mmm... perhaps he should use that little glossy red stick to make them look... better...? And then he can go get dressed in something nice and soft...