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[gravedigs]

[ Isaac spent literally the entire day sleeping off a bout of wolfsbane poisoning that he isn't actually aware of, and he's still kinda out of it as a result, so he'll freak out way harder about the mysterious new locale later. Right now he's starving, so he smells his way down to where all the food is and pokes around the kitchen lethargically in a white t-shirt and sweatpants, hair messy and feet bare, looking for snacks. He's the very picture of dignity; someone come say hi and he'll reach stuff on the tall shelves for you! ]


[ Apparently, Isaac eventually gets his hands on some food, because you can hear the crunching of something loud like chips over the open page. He's even marginally more aware now! ]

Okay, so I'm going to feel really stupid if this doesn't actually work, but hello? Anyone?

... I should have brought a pen. And some sanity.

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[peacockherald]

_{[ Vanyel just laughs at that, going to a cupboard and pulling out a small sack and soft cloths to wrap something in. ]}

Oh, quite. It's been a day today.

_{[ And with Tylendel here, his night time activities had... well, he was just kept up later than usual. Not that he minded of course. He would not trade those hours for anything - the heated ones between the sheets or the soft moments after. They were everything to him.}

He looked around a moment and then seemed to remember the fridge, going to it and bringing out a pair of apples.]

My name is Vanyel by the way. Vanyel Ashkevron. Are you new here?

[gravedigs]

[ Wow, that's a helluva name. Isaac mouths it back to himself before shaking his head and taking a bite out of his sandwich finally. He's never going to remember that, by the way.

He swallows, and nods in affirmation. ] Yeah, uh, Isaac Lahey. I just got here this morning- maybe? [ He reaches up to try and tug his hair into some semblance of normalcy so it doesn't look like he's been sleeping for a dozen or so hours straight. He's only marginally successful. ] I didn't really check the clock.

[peacockherald]

Paradisa does not have much care for time in other worlds. I could have sworn I was running break-neck in the middle of the night with my Companion when I first came here - or so she tells me, anyways. I was unconscious at the time.

_{[ Yes, that is a capital 'C'. His mouth quirks at the way Isaac tugs his hair, and for a minute he longs for Tylendel's gold curls. ]}

But yes, it might have been morning as it is not to late in the day now. Have you even managed to settle yourself in, much less get answers about where you are?

[gravedigs]

Uh-- no, not yet. [ He grins sheepishly, picking at his sandwich. ] I just came right here. I was hungry.

[peacockherald]

Well, why don't you get your fill and then you can walk with me and I can fill you in? It's quite a bit to take in at first, and I am sure you will have many questions. I know I did. Frankly I still do.

_{[ He shook raven hair in exasperation, taking the apples and folding them into the clothes before setting them in the small bag. ]}

[gravedigs]

Yeah, sure, cool. [ Isaac fairly wolfs down his sandwich after that, but he makes a hold on gesture as he skids over to the pantry again and ducks his head into it so he can pull out the can of chips he saw in it earlier. Emergency to-go rations. ] Ready. ... I guess that means there's no tell-all brochure available?

[peacockherald]

Ah, I think at one time we had welcome packages, but I am not sure anymore. I was never really part of the people who put that sort of thing together.

_{[ He put some bread, cheese, and cold meat into the sack too and then slung it over his shoulder, motioning for Isaac to follow him as he headed out of the kitchen and towards the front doors. His ultimate destination was the stables, but he half thought Yfandes would meet them before that, since he knew she knew he was bringing her a treat... ]}

Well, we can start with the journals. As you might have figured out, they're a communication device, either via our voices or writing. It records any and all transcripts passed through it, so if you are bored on a rainy day... And don't worry about losing it. The castle simple won't allow that. Somehow, it will always be with you. I wish I could examine that bit of mage craft, but it's as much an enigma as the castle itself.

[gravedigs]

What, so they're paperback cellphones? [ It sounds so absurd he sorta has to try it out, now. ] So does the castle like... have a mind of its own or what?

[peacockherald]

Cellphones... ah, you might need to explain to me what those are. We don't have them in my world.

_{[ He gave him an apologetic smile, pushing through the front doors and outside. ]}

And that is a thing up for debate, but the general belief is yes, it does, and a fair bit of magic to to boot. Though, it has never given us an idea of why it might want us here, but theories abound of course.