Frigid Reception (Isabelle/Open)

[Simon Petrikov]

So, this was his hotel room. It was kind of weird, considering it looked like a house, but Ice King wasn’t going to be too judgmental. After all, the staff seemed pretty nice here and he was pretty sure that most of them actually listened to him, rather than just pretending. It seemed unlikely that they would start to mess with his head now, although his best Frenemies, Finn and Jake, would do something just like this. Ice King still couldn’t open a tin of peanut brittle without thinking plastic snakes would attack him. But looking at the little plate next to the door showed a name, ‘Simon’, which was what the staff called him for some reason. He guessed it was like a code name or something. In any case, the key that had been given to him worked just fine, and the Ice King entered the house, peeking his head in at first, and then slowly tip-toeing his way in.

In every way, the hotel-suite-house-place seemed normal enough, very simple and tasteful. The wizard’s eyes still looked about everywhere, a bit of a vacant expression on his face. In fact, Ice King was so absorbed that he didn’t even notice one of the sleeves of his long, flowing robe brushing along a crystal vase set on an end table. It wasn’t until there was a loud CRASH that the older gentleman came back to reality, and he noticed the splinters of crystal and ruined roses scattered across the carpet. He pulled a face of embarrassment for a split second before shrugging, ”Ah, well. The maids’ll get it eventually.” In the meantime, Ice King felt his stomach tense with hunger. He hadn’t had anything to eat except the few marshmallows Marcelline had assaulted his head with, and he stumbled about the different rooms for a moment before finally reaching the kitchen. ”Oooh! Nice steel appliances.” He thought aloud as he opened the fridge, and began to survey its contents. A sandwich wrapped up in saran wrap caught his eye and he pounced on it, unwrapping it halfway and began to chow down, continuing to study what he so delusionally thought was his hotel room.

[Isabelle Dupont]

Isabelle had been sitting in her room just read a good book like usual. She had yet to meet her roommates but she knew the names they went by since a gold name plate was on their doors as if they wouldn’t know it was their room. The book she was reading at the moment was similar to the ones she would read back home. The stories of faraway kingdoms, magic spells and princes in disguise despite feeling like she was living one of these stories now due to being what felt like miles away from home. She was curious if her father missed her or not when she heard a vase crash to the floor. She pulled herself away from her book and smoothed out and winkles in her blue sundress before walking out her room to notice an older gentleman with long white hair walk away from the mess and she overheard his words. It was clear he didn’t have any idea that this place didn’t have any maids at all.

She watched him walk to the kitchen and grab one of the sandwiches she had made earlier for herself and her roommates for lunch. That made her smile a bit, but she felt a little weirder out by his long hair that looked like it covered his entire face. It didn’t seem natural for hair to be that long on any one. Sure, she was used to long hair on a guy; for example, Gaston had longer hair back home then he does now, but not as long as this strange man did. She had forgotten about the broken vase and went to work picking up the pieces, until she noticed that the vase contained roses. She stopped and got a bit choked up over the fact the roses were ruined. It took her back to the west wing and the beast with his own rose. She started with the roses and laid them on the table the vase had been on before moving on to the pieces. She was going quickly about it and one piece had cut her finger just enough to cause some bleeding. She took in a gasp of air as that piece sliced her finger ever so little.

[Simon Petrikov]

Mulling a bit as he nommed on his sandwich, the old wizard thought about what his vacation was going to be like. It had been so long since he had a proper one… what exactly was he going to do? Eventually, his interest in kidnapping princesses would flare back up and he’d have to go back to the land of Ooo, but he wasn’t even sure how to get back. Maybe he should work on his artistic pursuits—ask for a camcorder or something and record himself singing some awesome rock ballads or something. Ice King was just about done with his food when he finally noticed a young lady picking up the ruined vase. Wow. They were really attentive at this resort! The maid had come in no time, and was a cutie to boot! He tried to not be so obvious as he watched her deal with the broken pieces, but since subtly was not Ice King’s strong suit, this mostly consisted of him staring for a long while, then suddenly turning his gaze away.

But his eyes slid back over when the maid seethed in pain—cut herself, probably. For a second, he just stood and wondered what he should do, but soon he tucked the sandwich under one of his arms, and fumbled about to find something to blot the blood with. Eventually, he came up with a tea towel, and shuffled out to the main living room. Pushing the thin towel forward towards the young lady, Ice King looked down at the floor, ”If you bleed on the rugs, they might take it out of your pay, you know.” He retrieved his sandwich, which was a little flatter for being under his arm, and resumed munching on it. Although, being nearer to this girl made Ice King had a weird feeling… like… he should kidnap her. But not really. He only kidnapped someone who had ‘princess’ as their title, or at least had it in their name. And yet, there was something about the maid that seemed rather… princess-y. Like she was an almost-princess or a potential princess.

It was possible that he could come right out and ask her if she was or not, but the wizard was terribly afraid he’d look stupid. He didn’t want all the staff deciding he was a big dummy and not talking to him anymore. He had to be suave… smooth… refined. ”So… uh… know any nice castles around here?” Yeah, that would do it.

[Isabelle Dupont]

She could feel eyes watching her every single move as she worked to pick up the pieces of glass that had broken on the floor do to this new roommate of hers. It was almost as if he was flat out staring at her which made her feel a bit uncomfortable and dear we say she kind of hoped Gaston would walk through that door. She had a feeling that if he did he would make this guy feel intimidated around her. Despite how much she disliked Gaston he would be very helpful in this moment. What was she thinking? Was she practically begging for Gaston to save her! She must be sick to wish that upon herself and she shook that idea out of her head quickly. How was Gaston even to know where she lived in order to help her out.

The older gentleman came toward her with a towel shortly after cutting herself, which she gladly took. “I would sure hope whomever you are speaking of doesn’t dock my pay seeing as I bought these rugs for this house. I happen to live here as well so if you think I am a maid, you can forget about that.” She said to him. She dropped the rag and went over to the sink to wash out the cut. She washed it out and dried it with a paper towel before using a Band-Aid to cover the wound. She went back to where the broken glass was and checked for small pieces that she may have missed, but it looked like it was cleaned up well.

What a strange question the old man had asked next to her. Castles? She hadn’t seen one since she left home. “I have yet to see one since shifting over here from home. Oddly enough I did shift over here while I was in the Castle back home that I lived in. I was getting ready to meet the master of that Castle for his birthday ball when I shifted. I was to live with him forever.” She said thinking of the Beast as she looked at the dead roses.

[Henry Charmant]

Henry had become rather used to living alone, even as the other houses began filling up around him. But it seemed that he was finally deemed an appropriate housemate, as two new people had been assigned to House 5. Based on their names, though, one of them appeared to be a girl, which meant Henry had been avoiding her. It certainly didn't seem right to be living so close to a woman he was not related to, especially when there were no chaperons around. And with the way things had gone for him lately, well, who knew what sort of awkwardness would ensue.

But he couldn't avoid his roommates forever. And so he picked a time in the middle of the afternoon to arrive, when they would both likely be around and he wouldn't be left alone with anyone. He had gotten off work, stopped by the library to grab a few books, and headed home, picking up a cup of coffee on the way. He was really getting the hang of Tenebrae.

He wasn't, however, ready for the roommates. He walked in to see the girl looking at her bloodied finger and standing among some glass shards while an older man was eating a sandwich. Henry glanced between the two and immediately set his coffee down on the table. "Let me get the first aid," he mumbled, already heading upstairs to dump his books on the bed and grab the bandages. He came down the stairs with the large white box full of medical equipment and opened it on the table.

"My name is Henry Charmant. I am one of the residents here. Meaning this house. Sorry. It's nice to meet both of you." He pulled out a bandage and some cream that he'd discovered was good for cuts. "Did you wash that to make sure there's no shards or dirt or anything in it?" He glanced over at the kitchen. "Maybe you should do that while I get the broom."

He wasn't really sure what he had walked in on, but he figured that their conversation could just continue and he would jump in if necessary. Until then, he at least knew where all the various supplies were. He went to a cupboard under the stairs and pulled out a broom. There was also a vacuum in there, but he avoided electrical appliances as much as possible. He began trying to clean up and catch up on everything he had missed while he was out.

[ooc: let me know if I should change anything]

[Simon Petrikov]

Ice King merely blinked as the young lady informed him that she was a resident here rather than a maid. Well, that made no sense whatsoever! People living in hotels, while not unheard of, Ice King supposed, typically had their own private rooms. What kind of vacation package were these Tenebrae people setting up, anyway?  It just went to show that you got what you paid for. Still, even though she had been a little brusque in her answer, the wizard followed the girl to the kitchen and back out again. If he had to share his room, at least it was with someone who hadn't punched him in the face... yet. He could at least try to make conversation and figure out if she really was a princess or not.

Although, with her next answer, Ice King was leaning towards not. There was still something buzzing in the back of his head that conflicted with that, but it sounded more like she was in some kind of arranged marriage business. and wouldn't have the title 'Princess'. She could have been a duchess or a baroness or something like that, and it was mixing him up. Still, with his urges to kidnap her abating, Ice King thought about this master of the castle. It kind of sounded familiar, this forcing a girl to live with him for the rest of her life. "Aw, forever? He sounds like such a romantic. I bet you two were real lovebirds, huh?" Ice King said completely in earnest, and gave a quiet giggle.

Before he could continue on that line of thought, the old man finally noticed there was another person present in the house. Having being completely oblivious, Ice King unfortunately didn't hear a word this new young man said, and was extremely confused by his presence. The young lady who was probably not a princess had cleaned up most of the vase, save perhaps a few pieces to small to see, and the newcomer was now looking for pieces to sweep up that didn't exist.

"Wow. You're even more awkward than I am." And that was saying something. Ice King, now having polished off the sandwich, licked his fingers clean of the remnants and addressed the young man quizzically, "Are you the maid?"


[ooc: Lol, I hope you don't mind me playing it this way, since in Isabelle's post it said that the vase was cleaned up, and in Henry's post, he wants to help clean. I just think it would be funny to have Henry stuck with a broom and have little to do. But, I'll be happy to change anything too :3]