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Auradon

Bipity Bopity, Timey Wimey

Time works a little differently in this world than in many others. So while wherever your character arrived from it was what passed for Spring or Summer, here it is the dead of Winter. And to say anyone just arriving is ill prepared is the understatement of the millennium. Everyone should be finding shelter and fast, but how is anyone supposed to do that in a blizzard when they don't know where they are? Maybe someone was around to help...?


Part Of Your World

Auradon has proven interesting so far, if cold. But even with so few people around, not everyone knows everyone else yet. It has been suggested that maybe it would be best to try to fit in. Dresses and fine suits were made available. All the clothing choice a person could want to pass themself off as the prince or princess child of some grand hero or famous fairy tale figure. But how easy would it really be to convince people?


Let It Snow, Let It Snow

Snow day! The storm has eased off enough for people to go outside. A winter wonderland awaits those dressed warmly enough to brave it. Sleds have been provided, as well as proper sleighs if only someone knew a way to pull them. Warm coats are there for the taking, and no one is even discussing shoveling.

Perfect pristine sparkling snow. Perfect for packing, for skiing down, for sledding, and of course for snowball fights. There are many different ways to enjoy the snow, after all.


The Isle

Timey Wimey... junk

Time works a little differently in this world than in many others. So while wherever your character arrived from it was what passed for Spring or Summer, here it is the dead of Winter. A cold and bitter winter. And to say anyone just arriving is ill prepared is the understatement of the millennium. Everyone should be finding shelter and fast, but how is anyone supposed to do that in a blizzard when they don't know where they are? And why is the snow so disgusting on the ground that one almost imagines it fell dirty in the first place? Time to get out of here, and fast. Or rather time to get in somewhere....


Classless Classes
Ugh, the teachers of what passes for a school here are pretty horrible. One has assigned homework to make her a jacket, another assigned students to steal that jacket for themselves. Another tried to assign shoveling, while it was still snowing! And they say there is another teacher down in the basement, but in this cold who wants to go down there? But still, what is there to do trapped in the mausoleum of a school other than homework? Maybe someone else also wants to plot something?


Mausoleum Fever

Being trapped in this so-called school is bad enough, but some of the limited food managed to spoil and left everyone feeling sick. Weirdly though it isn't a digestive sort of sick. More of an itch under the skin mixed with stuffed up ears and a terrible headache. A lot of the people are sick, and the rest... will they try to help them feel better? Or take joy in their misery? Or maybe they are trying to track down what made everyone so sick?

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Zeneth | Culdcept (1/Manga between Volumes 5 and 6) | Isle of the Lost

[zeneth]

CW Warnings: Spoilers for the Culdcept Manga, Body Horror (Eldritch and not gory), PTSD induced trauma, discussions of death/murder, victim of xenophobia

Timey Wimey... junk

To say Zeneth was ill prepared for the Isle of the Lost was an understatement. He had just been in a Culdcept match... how did he get here? It was a radical change in surroundings at that... it wasn't snowing this hard where he once was. In fact, he was smack dab in the middle of a blizzard... a seemingly dirty one at that?

His first instinct was to check his cards for something that could maybe get him out... wait, why aren't they flying to him like they should!? Whatever, he could just grab them and use them that way...

"Salamander! Come to my aid!"

...no response!? The card wasn't working!?

"Strange... when did Salamander get so worthless!?"

A creeping horror settled in as Zeneth realized... that wasn't the only thing that was lacking magic. His dragon eye couldn't pick up any trace of magic in the slightest...

"...you've got to be kidding me. A place where magic doesn't work!? What kind of awful place is this!?"

Zeneth proceed to trudge through the snow in... any direction, really. Looking for pretty much anything right now.

[elvendryad]

Well, this was a something, right? The mass of thorny wooden vine-like hedges that surrounded the area were visible when he got close enough to them. And once close enough to see them properly, he'd be able to see some dark figure crouched down near them, doing something to the foreboding-looking hedge. Hard to see what, though. Maybe he should get closer to investigate? They probably hadn't heard him well while he was busy calling for his card and getting upset about what he found -- or didn't -- so far, focused as they were on whatever it was they were up to....

Re: Zeneth | Culdcept (1/Manga between Volumes 5 and 6) | Isle of the Lost

[elianne]

((Eli, so CW:... pretty much all.....))

The girl huddling behind one of the doomstones looked up at the sound of the voice, wide-eyed. With her dark hair and eyes, she was not as well hidden as she might have hoped. The chattering of her teeth didn't really help her stealth either. Morse would have smacked the teeth right out of her, if she'd been there. But having been here a bit without Morse, Eli had slowly started to relax back into old habits.

Which was dangerous, and stupid, and about to get her caught.

Re: Zeneth | Culdcept (1/Manga between Volumes 5 and 6) | Isle of the Lost

[professorsong]

"Oh a lack of magic isn't the half of it," River said, sounding amused. She had managed to find enough layers of clothes to be plenty warm, and she was River Song enough to make the whole thing look good. Though she had some sneaky help with that. "They call this the Isle, though like most jails one can leave if one knows how... and when." Her lips curved into a slight smile.

Re: Zeneth | Culdcept (1/Manga between Volumes 5 and 6) | Isle of the Lost

[zeneth]

Before he could process someone suddenly being there that wasn't before, his new company's statement got his attention.

"Excuse me, did you just say we're imprisoned!?"

Zeneth was angered now; no wonder why this place's conditions were already proving themselves to be awful.

"Ugh, as if my life wasn't bad enough!"

[fairyforgedsteel]

Curse this godsforesaken blizzard. As if it wasn't bad enough that Gajeel and Panther Lily were lost, seemingly dropped in an abandoned city neither of them recognized, of course it also had to be snowing so hard they could barely see where they were going. And without magic at that, so there was no chance of Lily flying up and trying to get a better view.

If only they had a source of fire, they might be able to find somewhere relatively sheltered and hunker down to wait out the storm. Without it, though, they'd surely freeze to death if they didn't keep moving. Loathe as he'd be to admit it, Gajeel wished he could get in touch with-

'Salamander! Come to my aid!'

Gajeel's head snapped in the direction of the shout, and before his partner could say anything, he was dashing through the snow. By the time he reached the figure in the snow, the younger man - wait, younger Dragonslayer? No, the scent did remind him of a dragon, but it wasn't quite right. The younger man had realized magic didn't work, and Gajeel scoffed.

"A cold one, obviously. You know Salamander?"

A black cat with a white muzzle pokes his head over Gajeel's shoulder, from the slight safety of his companion's backpack.

"Not that he would be very helpful, considering all of our magic appears to be sealed."

[fairyforgedsteel]

[Arrival]

It had most certainly not been this cold where Gajeel had been a second ago, stepping out into what he'd expected to be a sunny day perfect for a road trip. A black cat with a white muzzle and adorably round ears perched on top of his road bag, and the pair looked in high spirits...for the half second it took to register the sudden biting cold. His pupils shrunk to tiny slits against the blinding white suddenly in his face, even as he raised his arm to shield them from the snow with a shout.

"Fudge, where the hurl did this snow come from?! Stay inside Shrimp. You good up there, Lil'?"

The cat on his pack narrows his eyes and resists the urge to burrow into the backpack to shield him from the snow, instead squinting around as his humanoid companion sniffed the air in an apparently vain attempt to see if anyone else was caught in the storm.

"Can't smell a daft thing over all this snow."

The cat leaned forward, tail tense and twitching, and then spoke in a voice far too deep for his tiny, soft body.

"Levi's gone, and the building behind us bears no resemblance to our hotel. We seem to have been teleported somewhere. And comforting as it might be in this cold, I see no fudge, either."

Gajeel's eyes widened in alarm at the idea that they'd been teleported somewhere, then narrowed as the rest of what his cat had said processed. Fudge? When had he mentioned...

"Fudge." What followed was a torrent of adorable, silly, or just plain strange words spewed as though they were foul profanity, shifting through a number of languages similar to those found on Earth, some of which were dead, and a few more unusual tongues. In the whiteout conditions, there was a good likelihood it would seem like the man was in far more actual danger than he was at the moment, standing in front of an outdoor shed on the school's grounds.

[Bored Dragon] (CW for brief cursing in the subtitles of the video, and also for terrible singing.)

It hadn't taken Gajeel long to realize his magic was sealed, and he hated it. Even more than most wizards, Gajeel's magic was deeply entwined with his very life, something he used thoughtlessly throughout his day. Without it, he felt like one hand was tied behind his back, leaving him frustrated even by things that should have been fun. Add to that the weather, forcing the man and his cat to stay inside to escape cold winds that felt far more biting without magic bolstering their fortitude, and he felt stuck, confined. Trapped with nothing but his thoughts to keep him occupied, thoughts that inevitably drifted toward his guild, how worried they must be over his and Lily's sudden disappearances. And from there, toward his girlfriend, what she had told him just days ago, that he was still trying to wrap his mind around...

Figs, he couldn't take it. He had to find some sort of entertainment. At first, he tried staving off the boredom and the wandering mind it invited by eating. Old metal chairs disappeared from classrooms, devoured by the Dragonslayer as his cat sighed with a shrug. His own sword had become some sort of soft-edged plastic, but the rusty metal of the classroom furniture would make a terrible substitute, anyway. Locker doors, mostly empty, grew bite marks as the hungry wizard did his best to eat around the parts of those that had rusted, while ignoring his cat's tired judgment and discouragement. A cauldron even disappeared from one of Lady Tremaine's classroom desks, a few stray scraps still welded to the surface suggesting it had been chewed down to the base.

The most offensive, however was when he set himself up in the cafeteria, perched atop stacked tables in a white suit and holding a guitar. He cycled through a few songs, no matter how much people tried to convince him no one wanted to hear him singing, but it frequently came back to a single one that must mean something to him, despite the nonsensical lyrics. During these concerts, Panther Lily would sit in a chair at the bottom of the makeshift stage, one paw over his face to hide the secondhand embarrassment.

But hey, at least when he was singing, he wasn't bored and could mostly shrug off the homesickness.

[Vet Call]

Gajeel hadn't touched the supply of regular food since he'd seen how scarce it was, instead gnawing away at whatever metal seemed least rusty. Most of it tasted like garbage, the rare bit of something tasty ironically coming from when he managed to find literal garbage piles under the snow, but it filled his stomach and his unique metabolism could pull nutrition out of even a rejected slag pile if it had to. If people stared, so what. He doubted many would say anything rude to a tall, muscular punk with dozens of piercings, slit pupiled eyes that he'd been told made him look angrier than he was, and fangs strong and hard enough to break iron like a crunchy cookie.

Panther Lily, however, was another matter. The cat was more of an omnivore than a carnivore, but he still couldn't eat anything a human wouldn't also consider food. He'd avoided sickness at first, trotting along with his companion and bringing pillows and blankets to the sick in a softer mirror of the way his friend tossed the same comforts they'd managed to scrounge. That hadn't lasted long, however, and with his cat riding in his arms and cradling an aching head in his forepaws, Gajeel's gruff and confident demeanor had vanished in favor of a mixture of frantic concern and frustration.

"Gajeel, you don't need to-"

"Shut it, yer sick as duck and you know it. Oi!" He turned toward the nearest person. "Don't this dump got anything like a first aid kit or somethin'?"

Arrival!

[elvendryad]

It took a bit to see the shape of the figure through the falling snow, but someone was heading their way. Someone tallish, dark, and relatively slim. Were they in full armor? Because it looked a lot like platemail of some sort, though it must have been incredibly tight, if it were anything akin to a human inside it.

"Are you all right?" Sounded like a guy... maybe when he got closer, they could sort out whatever the heck was going on here?

[elianne]

((Eli, so CW:... pretty much all.....))

Vet call
Eli had been fretting that she couldn't help anyone. Not the adults, she knew better than to let any adult know what she could do. But...

It didn't matter. Whatever stopped everyone else's magic stopped hers too. She mostly thought that was a good thing. Until now. She had been creeping past, trying to find something to eat when she was hailed. She cursed herself three times over for failing to escape notice. Failing like that in Barren could have gotten her killed by anyone looking to spit in the face of the Fieflord and really tick Morse off, since she was known to belong to the fieflord as Morse's new apprentice.

But she was stuck for it, so she put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes, and tried to look intimidating. She was so underfed that calling her thin would be doubling her weight, pale as the moon and short for her thirteen years, so it was almost comical. If one didn't look at the deadness behind her eyes. Eyes no child should have. Eyes of someone who had long since given up.

"What the actual happinesses is a first hade kit?" she demanded. Her voice at least sounded somewhat tough. Though changing her intended swear word to happinesses did her no favors.

Vet call

[professorsong]

"Not that I've found," she said, coming over and kneeling beside him. "Let me have a look, what seems to be the problem?" she asked. For the moment all flirty playfulness was gone and she was all business. If anything she sounded more like a doctor than the Doctor usually did. Which would amuse her privately later.

Najaran | Culdcept + VT and Song CRAU | CWs: see post

[najaran]

Bipity Bopity, Timey Wimey Cws: Possible mentions of death, homelessness, PTSD, war. Will add more if/as needed.

Najaran was no stranger to being out in the cold. But that didn't make it fun. Shivering she hunched in on herself. "I'm going to freeze out here..." she mumbled.

"Chin up, Lady Naja, we'll figure it out."

"I know, we'll.... wait... GOLIGAN?!" her screech of surprise was loud enough to be heard over the storm. But who or what was a Goligan?

Re: Najaran | Culdcept + VT and Song CRAU | CWs: see post

[elvendryad]

Being that loud, especially in a place like this, couldn't point to good things, could it? Was someone in trouble?

It didn't take long for him to cross a fair bit of that distance, careful not to slip around on the slush. A few seconds passed at most, as he headed toward where he thought it might've come from. "Hello?"

Lady Cassidy and Prince Grey | Black Jewels | Auradon | CW: see comment

[lady_cassidy]

((CW note: The series they come from is very not Auradon friendly, but these two characters have very little CWs attached to themselves personally and don't talk much about things that are not game safe, so probably the only actual CWs to worry about is occasional mentions of spiders, blood, and violence. And war, I guess.))

Let it Snow
Cassidy was bundled into her puffy coat with a warming spell on her clothes, laughing as Grey tried to wind a scarf around her. He was dressed far more lightly than she was. "Grey!" she said with a laugh. "I won't be able to see."

"But you'll be warm," he said tartly, but he was grinning, his eyes twinkling.

"I'm plenty warm, Pri..." her words were cut off as he wound the scarf around her mouth, muffling her with the muffler.

She sputtered through it as he finished, then he stepped back, studying her before plunking a huge floppy wool hat on her head. She looked ready to explode at that point. Mittens appeared him his hands and she danced back, on top of the snow rather than through it. she knelt and pegged him with a snowball.

He ran at her with the gloves. She ran away from him, her on top of the snow, him shoving through it, both laughing and willing to pull anyone else into the game. Never mind that she was in her early thirties and he was about the same. It was a snow day, a day to just have fun, right?

Re: Lady Cassidy and Prince Grey | Black Jewels | Auradon | CW: see comment

[ganseyboy]

"Excuse me." Gansey approached with a winning smile. He'd seen the two enjoying the snow from across the field, but been astounded to see the way the woman glided above it. He'd managed to find himself a long, thick coat and boats, and so had braved the snow drifts to make his way over and inquire about the situation. The question was, would they hear his polite preamble, or would he get swept up in the game before they noticed his inquisitive expression?

Gansey ~ The Raven Cycle ~ Bibity Bopity, Timey Wimey

[ganseyboy]

Gansey was positive he was going to freeze. However he'd ended up in the middle of this blizzard was a mystery he was interested in solving, if he made it long enough to do so. Currently, the thin layer of sweat that accompanied Virginian summers was crystalizing on his skin, and his teeth had already started to rattle in his head like an old engine over gravel.

One minute he'd been in a field on the outskirts of Cabeswater, leaning against the Pig and recording readings in his journal. Alone. Blue and Adam at work. Ronan somewhere, hopefully not breaking the law. Noah, well, wherever Noah went when he wasn't pretending to be a highschooler instead of a ghost. The next moment he'd been on his rear in almost a foot of loose powder.

The wind and snow made visibility all but none existent, despite the contacts drying out his eyes. He had no way of knowing if the blizzard had set in suddenly, or if he, somehow, had found his way elsewhere. Though the lack of a bright orange Camaro led him into believing the later. After a quick note added into the journal he slipped it closed and under an arm. The pen went to his breast pocket. Already quite sure it wouldn't work, he still took a moment to check his phone for reception, unsurprised to find the icon grey and crossed over.

Alas, it would seem his only option was that of the old fashioned method. He put the phone away and started walking. "Hello?! Anybody out there?!" Perhaps if anyone was daft enough to be out in this mess with him they'd see the bright salmon polo shirt flashing through the snow.

Prompto ~ Final Fantasy XV (AU) ~ Part of Your World

[kings_knight_rocks]

It felt a little strange to be dressing up this way, like impersonating Noct or Iggy or something. Especially when he wasn't sure exactly how he had gotten where he was, or where his friends were. All he knew was that they weren't here. He knew. He'd looked. Until the cold had driven him inside. He had no love for the winter, it reminded him too much of Niflheim.

That was besides the point though, he was trying to not focus on the worry, and instead find something he could manage to fit over his wings without chopping up. What he'd picked up from his short time here so far was that it would be better to look the part. And besides, sleeves would be warmer.

All that to say, that's how he found himself sorting through overly (in his opinion) showy garments, more distracted than he'd like to admit. If someone were to approach him in that moment, he probably wouldn't notice them right away.

[papillion_de_resistance]

In hindsight Prompto might wonder how he'd missed someone just over seven feet tall. But then, Gabriel could move surprisingly quietly when he wanted to. Either way though, someone was looking for clothes and the school's newest resident fashion designer was more than willing to help. "Looking for something in particular?", he said pleasantly as he approached.

Shindou Hikaru- Hikaru no Go- Let It Snow

[lets_go_five]

Hikaru looked around in awe at the snowy landscape. It snowed in Tokyo, of course, but nothing like this- this would shut down the entire city. So this was an entirely new world for him.

...a cold new world. Even with a coat he'd acquired, he was still cold, unused to this level of chill in the air. He shivered and watched people play in the snow for a little bit. It looked like fun, if a little insane. People really went down snowy hills on sheets of plastic? Wild!

He watched for a bit longer, seeing exactly how people did it. It didn't look that hard. Hikaru hadn't even really made a decision before he went over and grabbed one of the sleds, a round shield looking thing with handles on the sides, and plopped himself down on it.

Massive spoilers ahead

[problemsoflifeanddeath]

What was this? All this snow? Times like this he was almost glad he was a ghost. It must be so cold. Almost too cold to hold a Go stone properly.

But now that Hikaru could no longer see him... where would he go? Who woke his spirit this time?

Wait, that flash of dark and gold in the snow...

Sai rushed towards it. Was that?! YES! Hikaru! He rushed forward to him, coming up the hill juuuuust as the sled was starting to go down it."HIKARU!" Oh... wait...Hikaru wouldn't be able to see him, would he...?

Re: Shindou Hikaru- Hikaru no Go- Let It Snow

[ganseyboy]

Gansey wouldn't say he was of the fooling around disposition. Ever since that day, when Glendower had spoken to him, his life was a purposeful, if occasionally meandering trek towards Virginia and his friends there. That being said, as he was stuck here for the foreseeable future, he saw no reason not to try and enjoy himself. He told himself that at least. The festive joy of a snow day was also simply hard to resist when nearly everyone else was also out enjoying it. And so that's how he found himself at the top of a hill, refereeing a sledding race for people he hardly new. What a gloriously undignified sport.

He spotted the newcomer approaching an abandoned sled, and seeing how his job had ended when one of the racers went careening into a bank of snow and tumble head over heels to the side of the course, he made his way towards him. "Good man! You'll want to start a little closer to the slope! Would you like me to give you a shove off?"

Gabriel Agreste (AKA Betterfly) with bonus Nooroo | Miraculous Ladybug | Auradon

[papillion_de_resistance]

Part of Your World

At just over seven feet tall and with silver hair, no one could mistake Gabriel Agreste for a child of any kind. But if it was clothes that were needed? Well, clothes were his specialty. Especially high end clothes. Which was fortunate as many of the outfits required tailoring tweaks for those who'd be wearing them, or minor repairs after sitting in storage for some time.

Which was why, while others were mingling, Gabriel kept to himself, busy repairing the elaborate beadwork on a gorgeous ballgown. Oddly, however, though Gabriel seemed to be alone in the home-ec room and no one had seen anyone else go in or out, if one paused at the half-open door, he could distinctly be heard in conversation with someone else.

"You realize that you're somewhat defeating the purpose of a meet and greet by staying in here with your sewing," the other voice said.

"I'm sure I won't be greatly missed," Gabriel replied. "Besides, I've never exactly been a social butterfly; I wouldn't want to put a damper on everyone's good time."

"You should still at least put in an appearance," the other voice insisted. "You shouldn't spend all your time working."

"And I'm certain the fact that the buffet includes honey cakes doesn't factor into your encouragement at all," Gabriel said, amused.

"Well... maybe a little," the other voice admitted. "But you still should take some time to relax..."

Curious about the mysterious voice? Or just in search of the school's newest oversized wallflower? Either way, Gabriel shouldn't be too hard to find...

Re: Gabriel Agreste (AKA Betterfly) with bonus Nooroo | Miraculous Ladybug | Auradon

[problemsoflifeanddeath]

Passing by the room was a sense of curiosity, and well.. depression. Someone wanted to play Go, but couldn't find Hikaru anywhere. How was he supposed to play Go without someone to hold the stones for him? How was he supposed to play go with no one able to see or hear him?

There might be sobbing...

Re: Gabriel Agreste (AKA Betterfly) with bonus Nooroo | Miraculous Ladybug | Auradon

[death_from_above]

The orange cat hadn't been here long. But that voice... he knew that voice.... Well, one of them.

A mix of strong emotions swamped through him. He couldn't even name most of them, but they sent him fleeing, running away. He had to get himself under control.

But Gabriel was here. Gabriel was here, and... Adrien... wasn't.

What was he supposed to do? He couldn't let on he talked, not after all that time in Nautilus where he managed to keep it from their father. Adrien's father. Idiot. He wasn't...

But maybe...

Maybe....

It was stupid. He knew it was stupid, even as he was shifting into Gar once more, he knew it was stupid.

With shaking hands he checked his transformation. Headband with fox ears, check. Hair right. Face right. He looked down at the shirt that read "one foxy dude" on it, the fake fox tail that hung out from under it. The black jeans. The beat up orange and white sneakers with the black laces.

"I shouldn't...." he mumbled.

But after that... after everything....

Even if it was fake. Even if his dad had no clue who he was... he needed...

He didn't know what he needed.

But desperation and fear led as he headed back to where he heard that voice, giving Gabriel and Nooroo plenty of warning that the Kwami needed to hide.

Outside the door he took a deep breath, then knocked on the doorframe as he walked in. "D...dad...?"

Sia | OTA

[left_turn_at_avalon]

((Oh look, another OC from Mallia and Chell's setting.... info is on his profile! let me know if you want him from pre-Sleeping Beauty, after it but before Mallia was found again, or after they were reunited!))

Auradon - Part of Your World
Having managed to avoid detection so far, or perhaps simply having arrived in this inconspicuous room to begin with, he was looking through the clothes in the wardrobe racks and set out on the tables carefully, expression unreadable. Was this a costume selection for a play? Oh yes, he knew full well about those! And if it was, he'd be out of place to match them.

But what if it wasn't that?

His clothing changed, deepening in color, shifting, changing in a blink, and then it was hard to say if it had merely been a trick of the light, or if he'd perhaps been wearing that all along. His hair was now a waist-length display of fine, light golden silken stands with a few thin braids in it here and there. Under it, a delicate outer dress of what looked like rather expensive, thin cloth of some sort, with layers of deep emerald green and sapphire blue not so much peeking out from underneath as being brought to attention by the white cloth that fell over it like a banner. It was a costume, all right - one far too ridiculously nice to have been made for just some play. A glance at the jewelry on display, and when he turned around to face the full-length mirror, he gave a quiet sigh at his appearance. He looked every bit the elven noble now, his large irises probably either putting him somewhat closer than not to the Uncanny Valley by human standards, or just making him pretty - it was always a matter of individual reaction, really! - and then, looking resigned and hesitant, he stepped to the door to peek out.

And then changed his mind and looked back to the clothing again, seemingly dissatisfied. Maybe this wasn't the right way to go about this? It never had been before! Maybe he should at least try appearing human? But judging by some of the portraits he'd already seen about in that room alone, maybe someone who wasn't actually wouldn't stick out? Ugh, indecision....!

Alternately:
He's spotted more of the other people present from around the corner, and was well enough relieved at see them dressed somewhat more as he preferred. With a silent sigh of relief to himself, he shed his regal appearance for something a bit more comfortable....

    A, his usual green-and-brown everyman attire, short blond hair, nothing overtly fancy about him.... or

    B, an aged man stood where he once did, long white hair spilling from his hood and down over his shoulders, his gray robe seeming even older than him. He stood tall, however; his snowy strands hardly meant a lack of vitality or any dullness to the look in his eyes as he stepped forward, ready to finally explore more openly, a little smile at the ready.

The Isle - Pretenses dropped, Mausoleum Fever time
The idea of being (remaining?) in Auradon at current disgusted him, if he was honest. Perhaps it was best he continued to keep his opinions to himself, as he was doing now, while inspecting the food in the pot there on the fire. The blond elf frowned, eyeing what was in the spoon, sniffed at it, and then after some consideration, returned it to the pot. His frown deepened, and he stood back up, seemingly no more enlightened than he'd been before, and wiped his hands off on his pants. He wasn't going to bother with any noble appearance here; plain, dull clothes seemed to suit him just fine, a long-sleeved green tee that was almost a tunic, and brown pants with canvas boots. He was distinctly under-dressed for the current weather, but seemed not to care in the slightest. No, what bothered him here was the task he was set to, it seemed.

If no one bothered him, he'd simply give a nod to the dryad who was doing something with a stick and a little knife over there beside the bait shack, and at getting a nod back, the tree guy stood up to come over while the elf picked up the pot to bring it inside. Time to go deliver food to those not feeling well....

[papillion_de_resistance]

As Sia gazed at his expression in the mirror, he might catch sight of movement behind him as someone else entered the room, namely an unusually tall man carrying a gorgeous ballgown, which he proceeded to hang in an empty space on a rack of similar dresses. While he was dressed relatively nicely, his collared shirt, vest, slacks, and ascot tie looked positively modest next to the opulent outfits on the rack. And perhaps more significantly, Sia might get a distinct sense of something magical about him, though what exactly that might be wouldn't be immediately obvious.

It was only after taking a moment to give the ballgown he replaced a satisfied look that he noticed he wasn't alone in the room. "Oh!", he said before approaching Sia with a pleasant smile. "My apologies, I didn't see you there. Did you just arrive?" He couldn't recall seeing the other around before, after all.