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You aren't sure how you landed here, or even where here is. But here you are. Some new place. Or maybe... maybe it is familiar. Maybe not. So... where are you?



AURADON



Welcome to Auradon! You have woken up in the perfectly manicured grass before a large castle. You're not the only one! if you follow the path to the Castle you'll discover it is the dorm for a large school attached at the back. Everything is amazing and elegant. There is a wing of rooms that are meant for girls, which are generally full of pink and white and sparkles and lace and frills. Very few of the doors are locked, but a lot of them are filled with personal belongings, like these were someone's rooms.

The rooms meant for boys are much the same, though they are more blue and green and flannel. But again, most of the doors are unlocked, even though the rooms look lived in.

On both sides, the rooms each have two beds, and two of everything.

The grounds themselves are well kept and neat with flowers and bushes and lots of places for sitting on the grass to enjoy the sun or share a picnic.

What is missing - in the dorms, on the grounds, in the perfectly clean classrooms are... people. The only people around are those who seem like you, newly arrived and confused.

And then, rushing right at you, are animals. Birds and rabbits and stray cats and dogs!




The Isle

You are in a graveyard. an old poorly cared for graveyard littered with trash. Old crushed cups and molded fruit cores. The whole place had an air of neglects with weeds springing up around what at first seemed to be tomb stones...

But a closer look might make one question them. For these were not tomb stones at all. There were no graves and what was carved into them wasn't names of the dearly departed, but rather sayings exulting evil. Celebrating it. These my dears, were doom stones.

But if the graveyard wasn't a graveyard, then what was the mausoleum that lorded over it all? Going inside would reveal it to be one of the most depressing suffocating horror houses of all - a high school. A poorly kept high school with drafty classrooms, a basement that stunk of mold and chemicals, and trash and graffiti everywhere. Many lockers are dented from the inside out, like something had been trying to escape. But it was eerily quiet now.

Some doors are locked. Most are not. But everything is just in a state of disrepair. One door has a giant spider guarding it, but everything else seems... deserted. Like this school had been abandoned long ago. With even the lights flickering, the whole thing feels almost haunted.

But if you try to use any magic or powers to light the way you might just find the scariest thing of all...

NO MAGIC WORKS HERE!

Welcome to the Isle of the Lost, explore if you dare....





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Date: 27 Oct 2022 16:20 (UTC)
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Okay. Ew. Cadeyrn's frown deepens, his distaste for the... man across from him deepening immensely at the gesture. Repulsed as he is, he can see the advantages that such a blasé attitude may have in this environment, but-- seriously, that's disgusting. He focuses more onto his companion's words, trying to find a distraction in them even as his nose scrunches in a sneer.

"Julia-- who's Julia Child?" he asks, a brow raising above his thundercloud eyes. He's never heard the name before. None of the notable historical figures that he knows, none of the ever-so-important ancestors- he's drawing a blank. And who would have a last name of "child?" that seems rather ridiculous.

Date: 27 Oct 2022 20:54 (UTC)
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"Cooking babe. Had a TV show and shit." Beetlejuice cocked his head. "I suppose I could have said Gordon Ramsey, but, he's not dead."



Date: 28 Oct 2022 14:50 (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] silverstorm
A what? Curious though the dark-haired man is, he doesn't ask, because the handful of words are so nonsensical that he just doesn't think it's worth the jumps to get the prize. He shakes his head, lightly, and lets this conversation go in favour of another.

"What's your name?" At the very least, something to identify him. It would work better than the moniker that is written all over him, diplomacy would start on an awkward foot if he were to call him Trash-Guy. No matter how the person behaves, Cadeyrn is at least willing to see how much cooperation he can wrestle from him.

They need hands. And if nothing else, the... unsavoury man doesn't seem to mind going through the trash. It would most definitely be useful here, if Cadeyrn can trust him to pick up better things than a banana peel from gods-know-where.

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