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[sandoval]

Who: Sandoval and YOU!
What: Sandoval is exploring the castle and trying to find who owns the place.
When: Right after he finishes his journal post.
Where: All around the castle; just write in the subject where you'd like to meet him!
Rating: I'm going to go with PG13 here because Sandoval is pretty awful. If your character is not comfortable with sexual material, please post HERE for my reference. Thanks!


Sandoval wasn't sure about this place, not one bit.

For one thing, he'd hardly run into anything that looked vaguely familiar, apart from a few decorations in the hallway - he'd found something that look remotely like a kitchen, but he'd found nothing but metal boxes - one of which that, when opened up, seemed to emit light and was very, very cold on the inside. He hadn't enjoyed that one bit, or the next room over, where large metal boxes also seemed to be whirring loudly, and making wet fabrics fly around on the inside. So, he'd quickly moved on from those rooms to wandering the halls and stairwells, peeking occasionally into rooms to see their contents, and looking very, very lost.

Oh, what he wouldn't give for a guard to come by! But that was too much to ask for, it seemed, since this place was rather large on the inside. He just hoped he'd come across someone soon.

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[samson]

Brock hadn't been back in the castle in a few days. He'd luckily been in town when a bunch of weird stuff had happened over the weekend, and if he could, he'd be glad to stay away from the castle forever -- but the convenience of a laundry room couldn't be denied.

He's carrying a load of clothes in a basket when he notices this elf-looking guy peering around. "Hey. New guy? You look lost."

[wagers]

After said elf would find his way to one of the metal boxes in the kitchen, this particular troll would walk right up behind him after he looks inside of its chilly interiors, intent on doing the same herself! It would take her a minute or so, hand rummaging through the items, sighing, locating a jar and pulling it out.

Leaving the door to close on its own, Vriska would pay no real attention to the other, fully intent on taking a seat next to him. What a weird guy, though. What's his deal?

Well, whatever. She's pulling out a pickle from the jar and biting into it noisily. And chewing noisily. Oh god.

[themistress]

For the past two weeks, Mistress had been doing a lot of... remembering. Huge amounts of it, really. And while it was wonderful to give up having to work, she was a little annoyed that her room had been relocated to the castle, and completely emptied of all the changes she'd made. What a waste of time! This time, she'd decided, she would just choose to expand and decorate a few rooms, rather than reconstruct her entire castle within this one.

Of course, that spared up a lot of time to go nick things from other parts of the castle. Like the music room! Mistress doesn't have any particular affinity or even interest in music or musical instruments, but that didn't mean she couldn't figure out some interesting things to do with such lovely, shiny objects.

And just as she began fingering (rather obscenely) a beautiful violin, someone familiar -- though still sort of fuzzy in her mind -- caught her eye.

"Ambassador?"