| Opening Log

[shadowqueen]

Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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[guiltapalooza]

People that own castles tend not to be cooperative. I got that one from Dracula. [Yup, there sure was Dracula carting a castle into her California town stone by stone... Willow is so jaded.]

Come on, let's go check things out. Our magic will return eventually.

[angsts]

Dracula...?

[Nope, not ringing any bells. Nevertheless, he nods.]

All right. And you better be right about that.

[guiltapalooza]

What, I'm the arbiter of magic now? It's not like I had anything to do with this, [she retorts, even as she sets off in some direction to start exploring.

She's totally comfortable shifting from pleasant, productive conversation to vaguely antagonistic heckling at the drop of a pin, and back.]

[angsts]

You certainly acted like one.

[Well, following, since he doesn't really know what else to do right now.

Impressive. Dynos, unfortunately, has almost no modes other than vaguely antagonistic to just plain antagonistic, whoops.]

[guiltapalooza]

You're just all about the making friends and influencing people, aren't you?

[She's finding it hard to keep taking it personally when it, well, so obviously isn't personal on his part. Gonna keep walking aimlessly in whatever direction that was -- the room is so huge and open it takes a while to walk across it.]

[angsts]

I don't need friends.

[He rubs his forearms at where his Dragon Gems should be—it feels strange, not having them there anymore—as he follows.]

[guiltapalooza]

And I totally believe you, [ (she doesn't, ) ] but right now I'd suggest working on your agreeableness. Since we should probably be doing the group working together thing, while we're here.

[angsts]

[gosh why don't you, Willow.]

... Hmph. Fine. I suppose you have a point there.

[guiltapalooza]

[Everyone needs friends. :(]

I do? Great! [Willow glances back explicitly to give him an approving smile.] See, you're not so bad. --Oh, hey, stairs.

[angsts]

[ewwww friends.]

Huh?

[At that, he just. Kind of gapes for a while before scowling, crossing his arms, and looking elsewhere.]

... I can see that.

[Not awkward at all, nope.]

[guiltapalooza]

[Pffft, so awkward. But Willow's just amused; she doesn't mind. If he wants to be standoffish, that's his thing.]

What do you think, up or down?

[angsts]

[He pauses for a moment.]

Up, I suppose.

[guiltapalooza]

Up it is.

[doop doop trooping up the stairs. There's a long walkway of more sarcophagi at the top, and farther down at the end of the room on this level is a wide open platform.]

[angsts]

[Open platform! That's a start. Maybe.

Without waiting for Willow, Dynos marches over in that direction.]