Missrecalled tdm 7

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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?

Comments

[papillion_de_resistance]

Gabriel smiled sadly. "Unfortunately, it's very much real," he said. "But this place... this world gives me hope that perhaps it need not remain so. That perhaps my son might one day know a better world." A beautiful world like this one; the type of world he deserved.

[death_from_above]

"Your son, Adrien," he said, softly, a pain in his heart along with a lot of self hatred. It was unfair of him to be hurt when he knew the truth, but he couldn't help it. Ever since the fish world... He fought a shudder as the horror and despair of it washed over him again. "I'm sorry I bothered you," he said softly, turning to leave. "I won't bother you again..."

[papillion_de_resistance]

Gabriel stood back up, moving to rest a hand on Garfield's shoulder. "I told you, you're not bothering me," he said gently. "Yes, while it's true that you're not the son I know back home, that doesn't mean that you're not family of a sort. And it certainly doesn't mean that I intend to turn you away. In fact, I'd like it if we could get to know each other a bit, assuming you're willing."

[death_from_above]

He looked back, clearly startled. And unsure. And... desperate. "I..." This was dangerous and he knew it. But the images.... He shuddered at the memory and found himself just nodding. "I wish Adrien were here..." he whispered.

[papillion_de_resistance]

"Honestly, so do I," he said. "For multiple reasons, one of them being that I'm sure his presence would help smooth over the inevitable awkwardness. But as it stands, both of us will just have to muddle through the best we can."

"Please, have a seat." He indicated the chair across from him at the table he'd been working at. This wasn't going to be an especially comfortable conversation, but they could at least both be sitting down for it.

[death_from_above]

He hesitated again then nodded and sat on the edge of the table. Adrien might have called him out on being too much like a cat doing that, but really it read as teenaged boy too. so he was probably fine.