[event][open] past brought forwards
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castle_perraultnote: due to not wanting to hurt myself too much emotionally, narration will be correct. aaron still looks very much like not a boy though.
He wakes up somewhere he's never seen before. He's not even in a bed-- he's in a pile of blankets in what appears to be a giant library. There's a backpack next to him, a sketchpad filled with notes, and...
nothing much else. He picks himself off of the blankets and adjusts his shirt, and then makes his way out of the library and through the halls. It's early morning, early enough that the sun isn't gracing the horizon in more than a pale blue glow visible through the windows. Handling stairs is a struggle, as always, with his bandages-- he manages to reach each open room with little more than strained breath. He ends up in the kitchen. No surprises there; it's warm and as clean as a castle kitchen can get, and it's more likely people will filter in throughout the day. He grabs himself a cup of some sort of juice (cranberry, a sip confirms) and sits himself down on a stool in the corner, and waits.
He wakes up somewhere he's never seen before. He's not even in a bed-- he's in a pile of blankets in what appears to be a giant library. There's a backpack next to him, a sketchpad filled with notes, and...
nothing much else. He picks himself off of the blankets and adjusts his shirt, and then makes his way out of the library and through the halls. It's early morning, early enough that the sun isn't gracing the horizon in more than a pale blue glow visible through the windows. Handling stairs is a struggle, as always, with his bandages-- he manages to reach each open room with little more than strained breath. He ends up in the kitchen. No surprises there; it's warm and as clean as a castle kitchen can get, and it's more likely people will filter in throughout the day. He grabs himself a cup of some sort of juice (cranberry, a sip confirms) and sits himself down on a stool in the corner, and waits.
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Date: 2017-01-23 08:21 pm (UTC)it's annoying, and frustrating, and it seems like any second he's going to dissolve into a nervous puddle. Not a homesick one, though. There's that to be grateful for!
"Yeah. This place is creepy. Like it's too good to be true, you now?"
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Date: 2017-01-24 10:30 am (UTC)They can't really comment on places that seem too good to be true, because that's what the Underground has been to them, too. They're still waiting on the other shoe to drop, both there and here.
They sit up, and kick their legs back and forth, looking at him. "Could be worse."
Many things could be worse.
aaron do Not
Date: 2017-01-27 07:20 pm (UTC)In Aaron's humble opinion, the fact that they were unable to leave should a disaster take hold is the other shoe dropping in itself. "By the way, have you seen anyone else? Like the people that did all this?"
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Date: 2017-01-29 11:05 pm (UTC)"Mmmnope," they say succinctly in response to the question, jumping down from the table and heading under it. "Just taken people." They think. They can't be sure. It's... something?
'dubious' aaron ur twelve
Date: 2017-01-31 04:43 pm (UTC)"Well, it was nice to meet you, even under these dubious circumstances."
what are you, twelve?
Date: 2017-02-03 11:03 am (UTC)They reach up and... grab the tablecloth and slowly begin to pull it. A great deal of objects start inexorably moving to the edge of the table.
Frisk makes a small wave with the hand not currently occupied with this. "Mmhm. Same." The tone on the last word is a shade warmer than the usual blunt stolidness they've been employing. He seems nice so far, even if he's human.
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Date: 2017-02-07 07:21 pm (UTC)It is, however, an unspoken invitation to join him.
(they're a bit antisocial whoops)
Date: 2017-02-09 12:40 am (UTC)Invitation to join him or not, Frisk has lost interest already. They wave a farewell, and it's friendly enough, but rather preoccupied. They're making their own entertainment, as it's so often put.
They keep tugging, and the first few harbinger pieces of cutlery begin to fall before the entire thing comes down in a crashing waterfall of cloth and tableware. And with that, everything they can think to do in this place has been done.
They come out from under the table and head out the door.