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suitedreams2022-05-10 09:26 pm
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WEEK ZERO: MINGLE
W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ ZERO: MINGLE
(35 ḡ̴̻u̷͌͜ê̴̯s̶̢͑t̵̻͝s̴̡̐ ̴c̴h̴e̶c̴k̷e̶d̸ ̶i̴n̴)
Needless to say, marble isn't exactly the most comfortable surface to sleep on. Do you even remember falling asleep? Maybe not, but the moment your eyes flutter open and the lingering stardust fades, you come into consciousness with the distinct feeling that your dreams were very important.
You vaguely remember a shadowed hand, the pen and the scroll in its grip as the terms and conditions glow softly before you. You can't quite remember the details, the words blurring and fading fasting the longer you try, but you come to a conclusion rather quickly:
-Someone you care about is in trouble and their life is now your responsibility.
-You have signed a contract to provide entertainment to the Host in exchange for their safe return.
Your other memories begin to settle now that you're more awake. You remember that this isn't the first time you've been swept away for a game by someone else's design. You remember what those games entailed, too, but as the pieces click together you get the sense that murdering everyone around you isn't a solution. It won't get your hostage back sooner. It will only end tragically for everyone involved.
So instead, perhaps it's time to take in your surroundings. Where the hell even are you now? The marble floor of the lobby is still cool to the touch, and the front desk is before you with several keys on hooks against the wall. Each of them includes a keychain with two small, clear star-shaped crystals embedded at the bottom. Too bad you can't seem to remove the keys just yet! Guest accommodations aren't quite ready.
Ah, right. About that. You aren't alone! After all, what's the fun in playing a game by yourself? Should one try to actually count the keys hanging on the wall, you'll find there are 35 in total. You can also learn more about them should you look at the leather-bound book bolted to the front desk. Though some of them may look a bit different, seeing how everyone gathered in the lobby is dressed to the nines. What happened to your other clothing? Worry not. You do want to be presentable at the front desk, don't you?
Speaking of the front desk, while you aren't able to retrieve your keys or even leave the ground floor right now, you will find small gift boxes scattered around the desk as a complementary gift for each guest. Inside these boxes, you will find:
-A flask. Those of legal drinking age will find it filled with a sweet wine, and those underage will find juice of some kind.
-A shaving kit
- A single aspirin
-A keychain
-A condolence card
-A sheet of temporary tattoos
-A small bag of jerky
-A compact mirror with a cute pattern on the outer casing
No other items are on your person even if you were holding onto them prior to your arrival. Perhaps the bellhop has already taken your luggage for you?
But despite the front desk hosting a small cluster of bells, ringing them doesn't seem to draw the attention of anyone. The bells cannot be removed from the desk, but the hotel staff appears to be occupied with other tasks.
It looks as though you're on your own for now until maintenance is finished. But it's just like the first time, isn't it? Get to know the other guests, start asking questions, and settle in for your stay.
You can check-out any time you like, but you can never leave...
N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷
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[ that's your fault. you could be comfy but you playin. get comfortable, buddy. ]
Find out.
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[ wow fine!! he very gingerly drapes his arms around kaeya ]
Hmm, let's see. You obviously excel at sitting around looking pretty. And you don't seem to mind being in costume much. With your charming wit, you could be... a man of theater.
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[ the arms around him earn gloved fingertips against them. ]
Would you like a second guess?
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[ he glances down at the gloved fingertips against his sleeves, and considers them for a moment before asking, ]
Sure, but can I look at your hands?
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[ kaeya pulls the elegant, long gloves off and sets them down over his own lap. he presents his hands for evaluation: scarred knuckles and callused hands, indicative of much harder work and extensive use of a sword. ]
Have a good look.
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(sylvain wears armored gloves himself, so he doesn't carry quite the same set of scarring, but these marks are easily identifiable regardless.) ]
A fighter then. [ doesn't matter what kind. ] ...A survivor, too.
[ he hesitates for a moment, and then releases kaeya's hands. he looks conflicted. ]
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[ sylvain releases his hands and he blinks a moment before catching that conflicted look in his eyes. he smoothes his own hands together briefly, his gaze thoughtful before he holds his hands out to him. ]
You can speak your mind, I won't be offended. [ i know what i look like, i'm not blind.
a survivor.
he laughs, leaves it unsaid. ] Did you want to see anything else?
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[ he laughs quietly, a half-smile flitting back to his face. ]
I'd be lying if I said I weren't curious. But I'm a gentleman, you know. I'm not gonna ask you to bare it all when we've only just met.
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[ kaeya gives pause, truly, and looks at him with a slight tilt to his head before seeming to settle just a bit more. there's a moment where he's stroking down his knuckles briefly. ]
Oh I promise, it's... nothing so terrible or scandalous. Just... a humble knight is what I am. A cavalry captain even. [ he doesn't seem to want to leave, though he does adjust himself, bringing a leg down as though to stabilize himself to rise, one heeled shoe hitting the floor with a soft clicking sound. ] Want to grab a drink with me, Sylvain Jose Gautier?
[ he uses his full name as illustrated in the book, a feline smile curling over his lips. there's something almost... kind. mischievous, but well-meaning. ]
You should learn about those around us. That I'll tell you right off the bat.
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he stares at him for a long moment, and then laughs. truly laughs, so much kaeya can definitely feel him quaking. ]
Are you serious? Me too. —Not actively right now [ the war's over ], but I lead the Gautier Knights. Fastest in the Kingdom.
[ the coincidence is a little too funny, even if the conversation had gotten unexpectedly serious for a moment. he meets kaeya's smile with one of his own, amused. ]
...Yeah. I'd like that.
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[ oh he knows :)
feeling sylvain's laughter earns a warm pat to his chest, kaeya eye seeming pleased with the development. the conversation had been a bit touch and go for a moment, kaeya unwilling to bring it down, so he knows how to gently bolster it back up without missing a beat. he swings his legs around and begins to lift himself off of sylvain's lap, smoothing down his skirt. ]
I'll tell you, there's not a single horse in Mondstadt at the moment, so it makes my title practically moot—though I do still work.
[ he turns around and offers a bare hand out. ] What kingdom are you from?