WEEK 2 - CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

[maladied]

Let's retire in the countryside
Just as you wish it

Welcome to Hillbury

You come to in an intricately decorated dressing room. For those familiar with it, the style seems to be that of a Victorian manor house, and to those that aren't, even you can tell this is a stately room fit for the elite. In fact, you too, are decorated to match, fully dressed in luxurious suits or dresses, elegant and perfectly tailored, but still somewhat breezy and lightweight for the time period and class it belongs to. Looking outside, you get a view of a rolling and bright countryside. In the far distance, fields of crops and grazing cows can be barely spotted, but all of the nearby landmarks are elegant manors presumably similar to the one you stand in.

Comments

[vogelfrei]

[ A wolf, huh... Well, it looks like they've found what they need to zero in on in this bizarre world. McGillis briefly glances at Katan, before nodding his head at Gustav. ]

A wise choice. Words alone often do little to sway an anxious heart - but our merriment will put everyone in a more easy-going frame of mind.

With all my apologies to young Herlock for the lack of adventure, of course.

[rosietaintedglass]

[Katan catches the glance, as well as the disturbance in the other groups nearby -- it seems that there's a good amount of information they can find here if they just poke and prod and talk to the right people.

Maybe this strange side trip will be worth it, in the end.]

Then you're planning on joining the hunting party yourself? It's a commendable sense of responsibility, despite the incident.

[Though, he does wonder if things will be that simple. If this is at all related to what they've been encountering, then...]

[maladied]

[Gustav nods.]

Of course, I am the host after all. Miss Angela wishes to come along as well. You two and the rest of your party are welcome to come along as well, if you wish.

[vogelfrei]

[ Can they get hurt in this space? Can they die in this space? It's impossible to know. There is nothing to rely on. But after weeks of feeling powerless, after days of allowing strange forces to confine him to his room, McGillis is desperate for agency more than he is concerned about his safety. ]

We'd love to.

[ Sorry Katan, you're roped into recon now unless you protest. ]

[rosietaintedglass]

[I think we also just roped the scholars and wives groups into this so RIP everyone else but this was also Katan's intention from the start -- there's a quick nod, no hesitation.]

It's in everyone's best interest to help keep the peace. We wouldn't be very good friends to you all if we simply sat back while you did the work.

[Friendship among noble houses, as it is in Heaven, is quite the pragmatic thing. But it does help to tie things together, and to make useful inroads.]

How should we prepare?

[maladied]

[McGillis like FINALLY I GET TO FIGHT SOMETHING!!!]

Oh please, enjoy yourselves for now! The horses and rifles will be prepared by the staff. We'll gather for the hunt in a few hours.

[Gustav gestures for them to please mingle and have tea.]

[rosietaintedglass]

By your leave, then. We'll see you again at the hunt, Lord van Zieks.

[He figured it would be set up like a normal hunt, but it never hurts to double check your mysterious monster-transformation-illness-adjacent-woodly-jaunt in advance. Perhaps they'll glean more details from other parties as they acquaint themselves with the rest of the gathering.

A small bow for the Sholmes family, as well.]

And you as well, Mrs. Sholmes. [how interesting that out of the three it is the lady of the house who is coming with them] Well met, Mr. Sholmes, Mycroft.

[maladied]

[To be fair, Angela seems relatively full bodied, while Maynard has a wiry frame that compliments his frenetic energy. Mycroft of course looks completely indigent, This is not a young man that relishes exercise. All the Sholmes return the sentiment (or at least Mr and Mrs). Lord van Zieks finishes with;]

Thank you again for coming, I hope you enjoy yourselves.