INTRO LOG #2

[abraxasmods]

Intro Log #2

It has been two months now since the initial group of summonings first took place. Castle Thorne, or at least the part above ground, is buzzing with a vibrant air of hope following the 'success' at the Singularity. Eager smiles and excited chattering are to be found in nearly every corner of the castle and surrounding town. The honored guests may find grateful looks turned their way more often than not. A new and brighter day seems to be dawning on the kingdom.

In the dungeons it's a different story entirely. The mood is somber and uneasy. The prisoner taken for trial has yet to return, and no word has come regarding her or her fate. There has been no mention of any further trials as of yet and guards seem to have little patience for unruly behavior or even conversation. Some seem to not even look at or acknowledge the prisoners at all.

[ Feel free to continue threads from the TDM here or start your own! As cell and room assignments will be short-lived due to this month's event, you're free to assume whichever cellmates and roommates you like instead of officially signing up as long as there are ICly no more than four people in a cell or room at once. ]

Comments

[abyssions]

My fair share. What, do I not look like the type?

[There's a teasing edge to that question. He's so used to being called sketchy looking that he doubts he'll get a positive answer, but he's find with self-deprecation if it puts her more at ease.]

[impressionism]

Not where I'm from. You're too pretty.

[ Too pretty to be trusted, too, but she doesn't trust anyone right now. Don't take it personally, Yuri. ]

Why are you slumming it down here, anyway?

[abyssions]

Huh. I never knew being pretty should keep me out of jail.

[He says, with a total poker face and a dry tone.]

I'm down here because I want to make sure the guards don't pull any crap. And the castle gives me hives.

[impressionism]

If it doesn't, you're not using it right.

[ It's flippant, but there's more than a little truth behind it. Back home, Hennessy would've been able to charm her way out of here by now. Or blow the place up, if she had access to her magic and another Dreamer to help keep her mind in order. ]

Glad to hear it's just as bad up there as down here, apparently. Can't you leave?

[abyssions]

You'll have to show me that charm trick sometime.

[Is that a joke? Maybe. It can be hard to tell with Yuri. But as for her question—]

We can leave the castle, but not the town. Guess we're too special.

[impressionism]

[ Jordan makes a sort of noncommittal noise of assent; she's not planning on sticking around here long enough to show anybody anything once she convinces someone to let her out.

That last bit doesn't make it sound too likely an endeavor, though, which turns her expression even more sour. ]

So you're just in the slightly fancier jail. Nice.

[abyssions]

See, when I say that, I get called cynical.

[He's shooting her a smile, though. At least they're on the same wavelength.]

Are you hungry?

[impressionism]

Nothing wrong with a little healthy cynicism.

[ Or a lot, for that matter. Considering the circumstances they've found themselves unceremoniously dropped into. She eyes him with guarded interest; it's not like they're starving down here, but she'd bet they have better stuff upstairs. ]

I could eat. What're you asking in return?

[ Nothing's free, after all. ]

[abyssions]

How about the pleasure of your company?

[And, okay. Maybe he wants to keep abreast of what's going on down here, too, but there's a big part of this that's purely out of a desire to help, whether he'll admit to it or not. He opens his bag, slides a little package of carefully wrapped paper towards her. Inside is a bit of a mish-mash—fruit, a sandwich, a couple of pastries.]