WEEK 5: CYOA (CLEMENTINE, LUP, JEANNE, ALPHINAUD)

[retellers]

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[evocationary]

[ yeah okay just let the no face large head monster go free, that's fine. ]

We don't have any resets left, lady. [ her grip tightens on her sword. ] So we're, uh, we're not letting the king do what they want.

[arcsplainist]

[ What's he gonna do, fight her? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway. Alphinaud scowls. ]

And, pray tell, what will happen should a reset occur?

[retellers]

[ She shoots Lup an odd expression, like she isn't quite sure what she's saying, and then she looks at Alphinaud. ]

When what will occur? Sorry, I really need to get back to the others.

[evocationary]

[ lup just sighs, heavily, and puts her sword away.

fine, the monster lady can go. not her fault if the guests get eaten. ]

[arcsplainist]

[ Well, that ended about how he expected it would. Alphinaud shakes his head. ]

My apologies for holding you up. You may leave.

[retellers]

[ There's another bright smile, and she's off, leaving them with...

Uh. Meat. It still stinks here. ]

[evocationary]

[ SIGH. ]

Well, that was creepy! Where are we going next? Because we really, uh, need to find the king, I assume.

Can we leave the horrible meat room.

[arcsplainist]

A moment, if you will.

[ Alphinaud is... okay, he doesn't want to do this and it shows, but—once again covering his face—he goes to hover by the doorway and look around the, uh, meat room.

What's inside? ... Besides meat. ]

[retellers]

[ Well, taking a closer look, he'll notice that there seems to also be... clothes? Like they were just stored away in here for safe keeping. Maybe this was meant to be a closet for storage and then just turned into meat heaven.

They all match, and are not era appropriate. ]

[evocationary]

[ she comes to investigate. reluctantly. ]

Wait, why are there clothes? Please tell me these aren't the clothes remaining after the meat was... like, harvested.

[ is the meat like, cuts of meat or is it just gross globs of unidentified meat, actually ]

[arcsplainist]

[ Yeah this is so nasty but he also... very hesitantly makes his way in... carefully tiptoeing around because god forbid he steps on anything squishy.

His expression twists. ]

Erm—you don't think any of this was... was someone, do you?

[retellers]

[ It's a mix of both. Some are just cuts, which are more neatly organized, and others can only be identified as meat from texture and smell. ]

[evocationary]

[ herugh ]

God, I hope not. Can we leave! Now! [ what if she just scoops up the clothes and takes some of them with her. why not. ]

[arcsplainist]

Yes, now we may.

[ Peace out bruh. Alphinaud briskly walks out the door and back up the stairs. ]

[retellers]

[ They're valid. As Lup grabs them, she'll notice that they seem to look like school uniforms.

When they head back upstairs, the hallway is empty this time, but they can hear the distant chatter of people. ]

[evocationary]

[ she is out of ideas here. she glances at alphinaud ]

I don't know why there were a bunch of school uniforms down there, but that's, uh. Disturbing.

Do we want to ask someone again? Or just... wander.

[arcsplainist]

[ Actual air!!! At long last.

Alphinaud pauses, focused for a moment. ]

... This way.

[ The chattering is probably a hint. He follows the sound down the hall. ]

[retellers]

[ Following the noise will bring them to a sitting room, where a couple of guests are hanging around. The same girl from the meat basement is there, and she smiles at them, but makes no move to approach. ]

[evocationary]

[ the meat basement...

lup lets alphinaud do the talking, since he seems to be a bit better at dealing with the guests...

she just fidgets at the doorway, looking out into the hall like she's going to find the king just wandering by. ]

[arcsplainist]

[ Ha ha, awkward! Well, Alphinaud offers her a smile back, but overall lets her be excused from his sudden questioning, directed at the others present instead: ]

Pray excuse our sudden interruption, but I must ask– [ Like they didn't just come from meat hell or anything. ] –have you, perchance, seen the king about...?

[ May as well. ]

[retellers]

[ Lup doesn't see the king. Instead, for a moment, she'll see the hallway momentarily change to look... different. For a second, it suddenly looks like a completely modern hallway, before settling back to the castle look.

The guests all murmur, and then one points at a window. ]

Outside, maybe?

[evocationary]

[ oh, she doesn't like that. she startles - and then realizes she's still holding the school uniforms. she tosses them to the GROUND. goodbye.

she glances back over her shoulder when the guest answers. ]

[arcsplainist]

Outside...

[ He echoes skeptically. ]

... I suppose it is someplace we haven't looked. Carry on then.

[ Welp, he'll make an exit. Hi, Lup? Why are the clothes on the ground now. ]

Is... aught amiss?

[evocationary]

[ she wrinkles her nose. ]

The hallway turned into a different hallway for a second. Not a fan. And I don't need the clothes, so. Floor it is!

Are we checking outside, or should we nose around in here first?

[ are there more rooms they can sort of stick their nose into... ]

[arcsplainist]

I think it best to be thorough.

[ Though, uh, different hallway, huh... Did he miss it? ]

Even if I am beginning to have my doubts that the king is close by.