??? Day 1

[twelvemods]

[You blink and find yourself somewhere else. You feel stiff and tired, disoriented... and not at all what you were just doing a moment ago.]

[This room has an enormous, long rectangular table, seated with twenty high back chairs. A white table cloth covers the wood surface. Several colorful arrangements of cloth flowers color the room. Places have been set in front of each chair.]

Comments

[twelvemods]

[There's a great commotion around the table. At the very head, a young detective sits in front of his empty plate, reading a book with an illegible title. A scientist with cat ears is draped over his shoulders as she seems to be attempting to read over his shoulder.

A young warrior woman in revealing armor is smoothing out the tablecloth with one hand, and attending to the centerpiece with the other. A young female doctor is setting an enormous tray filled with some sort of roast bird and several types of squash and shoots in beautifully arranged bowls.]

[twelvemods]

[There's a moment, in your place in this strange tableau where you can't move, frozen in your role. Suddenly you take a breath and your actions are yours again. In your hand you find a single key.]

[beeductionist]

[ turning abruptly as soon as he's free, looking up at the scientist that was (or is?) leaning over him. ]

While I am not opposed to some sort of sexual interaction between the two of us, I would suggest that we focus our priorities on the environment for now.

[nyanotech]

[One ear flicks.

Well. For a moment. Then it's decidedly harder to see anything as she drops more of her weight down over him.]

But what if the book's a good one~? ♫

[beeductionist]

[ ... ear. well. He kind of looks between her and the book, interested in any more details that seem out of the ordinary. Doesn't seem especially distressed that a strange catlady is draping on him. ]

Possible, but it doesn't appear to follow any common encryption algorithms.

[nyanotech]

[Reaches over his shoulder to turn the

the

well maybe they aren't pages at all. Maybe they're just one solid, detailed block of wood, carved to look like a book should.

She runs her finger down the page, tail swishing behind her.]

Hmm~♪

Looks like we can't finish the story anyway.

[beeductionist]

Terrible shame, that.

[ continuing to glance her over ]

I don't suppose you have the first idea about where we are?

[stunningdragoon]

[glances over his way, curious]

So that sort of interaction will have to wait for another time?

[beeductionist]

[ huh, you have hair tuft ... things ... ]

I think we can all agree that the environment is a more pressing concern. As well as the location of our captors.

[stunningdragoon]

[and they're beautiful]

I'm sure they'll show themselves eventually. Kidnappers are usually that type.

[beeductionist]

[ lovely even ]

Precisely. Not much point in kidnapping a group of people and leaving them in conditions such as this unless you intend to make yourself known at some point, hmm?

[dedoctionist]

[nearly dropping the tray she was holding as she breathes, catching it before it clatters. keeps her hands on it while she quickly glances around.]

What the hell?

[beeductionist]

[ sup doc I have a catlady draping on me ]

Watson! Fantastic, you're here too.

[dedoctionist]

[... you have a what]

I don't suppose you know where here is yet, do you?

[beeductionist]

[ a catlady. also a book, which he is currently scanning for possible decoding. ]

Haven't the slightest idea. Interesting.

[stunningdragoon]

Oh, careful with that.

[dedoctionist]

I'm more worried about us than some dinner. Any idea where we are?

[stunningdragoon]

In a strange room with unfamiliar people.

Knowing that much I think it would be best not to waste what food we have.

[nyanotech]

Careful, careful~♪

[dedoctionist]

Sorry. It was a bit of a shock from being in bed to playing cards with some disembodied hands only to end up here holding—what is this, wood?

[nyanotech]

If it's heavy enough. It doesn't smell like it's food.

You were sleeping?

[stunningdragoon]

[pauses for a moment in place, before leaning back, curiously examining the centerpiece]

This is certainly unexpected.

[nyanotech]

[Looking up, and . . . huuuh, relaxes a bit, disentangling herself from Sherlock a moment later.]

The reception could be a little less wooden.

[stunningdragoon]

It's really quite lackluster.

[nyanotech]

[Knocks her knuckles on the turkey.]

Mmm . . . someone put work into it.

Four people frozen with keys, with a frozen dinner waiting.