forum Be Our Guest (Revamped / Closed) (Mature)

Started March 11, 2021 by @CasiCasino group

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Ooooooo, I love Freddy!

(Right that’s not really what I asked. What I’m asking of you is plain English; either leave the roleplay entirely or keep quiet and just watch.)

(Perfect~!)

Receiving a weird golden letter in the mail the day before, it might’ve been safer to stay at home and not investigate all that’s been said in the letter. However, with how cryptic the letter seemed, it was too intriguing to not at least see what it was talking about. The place the letter mentioned wasn’t far away from Emerson, nor was it far away from Harley. One car ride should be able to reach the place in no time.

(now I just need both of you to show up in front of the mansion)

Emerson turned the letter over in their hands as the cab drove slowly up the driveway to the mansion, the dusty car sputtering to a stop halfway there. "I'll just get out here." They called up to the front seat, the driver shrugging and unlocking the doors. "Alright mate, whatever floats your boat." He muttered, barely sparing a glance as Emerson climbed out of the car and lugged their bag out behind them. They quickly pulled out their phone to venmo him the money before waving goodbye and walking up to the front of the mansion.

As Emerson would walk up to the front of the mansion, a ‘person’ soon walked out of the place. The man wore a faceless red mask covering his entire face and was dressed like a nutcracker. He turned to Emerson and nodded, going over to them. ”We’ve been expecting you. Please, follow me inside,” the masked man said, taking Emerson’s belongings and holding them, turning back to walk inside the mansion. Emerson was then guided to a room which represented a meeting room of some sort which had only four chairs. ”Please sit wherever you feel comfortable,”

Harley sat in the passenger seat of his friend’s car, drumming his fingers on his lap as he stared out of the window. “I’m kinda nervous about all this, Natalie, you know I’m not a holiday sort of person.”
The blonde woman glanced over with a soft smile before letting out a gentle sigh. “You’ll be fine, besides it isn’t for too long and you’ll be back before you know it.”
The two of them had been sat in the courtyard of the mansion for about ten minutes, and Harley was still nervous about even climbing out. After watching someone else enter the mansion, however, he decided it was time.

He collected his luggage from the back of Natalie’s car, took a deep breath, and started slowly making his way towards the doors.
“See you soon Harley!” Natalie waved to him before driving away.

As Harley entered the mansion, the same masked nutcracker dressed man came out, looking at Harley for a moment. ”Please, come in,” he took the man’s belongings and guided him to the ‘meeting room’ where Emerson was already in. He set Harley’s belongings beside Emerson’s and stood by the door of the meeting room as if he was watching them.

Emerson had to hold back an eyebrow raise at the masked figure. They chalked it up to whoever owns the mansion being an eccentric millionaire. Rich people. Emerson thought as they took a seat in the chair closest to their luggage, resting their purse that held their phone and pepper spray in their lap.

Harley took the seat furthest away from Emerson and tapped his feet as they both waited for something to happen. His eyes wandered around the room, darting to the masked man every so often, taking in every detail. Harley wasn’t accustomed to holidays, but even he knew that this was more than a little strange— why were there four chairs?

As the two stayed inside the room, the nutcracker boy, too, remained. However, approximately five minutes passed and the nutcracker went out of the room with the lights going dim. Soon enough, the nutcracker masked came back in and removed the remaining chairs with an audible sigh. He then stood at the desk where the seat between the two were, holding a tray with two cups of what could been assumed to be tea. He then set them down in front of the two, gesturing to them. ”Your welcome drinks, Emerson, and Harley. We welcome you both to our special vacation away from the troubles of daily routines. We would like you to enjoy your stay, and perhaps even join us to help entertain new guests and more. Your stay here does not have an exact time limit and your stay here will also be fun, for both of you, and for the fifteen of us. Unfortunately, despite sending out four letters, only two of you came so it is a bit of a disappointment. Regardless of that, I sincerely hope you’ll enjoy your stay, and that you will not lose yourself and your slowly decreasing sanity staying here,” the nutcracker masked said, looking between the two and the cups of tea. ”Please enjoy your drinks,”

Harley raised an eyebrow at the offered drink, picking it up and giving it a little sniff. “What is this?” He asked, turning his attention to the masked man. There was no way in hell that Harley was going to trust this drink until given a reason to.

(Apologies, trying not to respond to rps over break, but I will make an acception for this because it's two of my favorite rpers)

Emerson wrinkled their nose at the cup and nodded along to Harley's question. "I second that. I have some allergies, you see." They lied. They detested most teas and didn't want to seem rude to their host…. And that Harley fella asked before they could, which was good. They sure as hell weren't going to ask first.

(happy Altrince noises :D)

”Pu-erh Tea, a kind of fermented tea,” the nutcracker masked answered, noticing how the two were not trusting him. He smirked audibly before he walked back towards the door. ”You two take this time to talk to each other,” he opened the door— ”—you may not have another chance to do so,” with that, he left.

Now the room went quite silent, but outside the room wasn’t. There were sounds coming from many different places around and there was no clear direction as to what they should be doing right now. The meeting room they were in looked fairly new, as if it had been modified not too long ago. Given the design, it might be easy to conclude that the owner of the mansion was a fan of puzzles as given by the jigsaw wallpaper, the chairs, and the round table they were at which looked like it was specially made with some contraptions built inside. Stuck to the side of the table on both Harley’s side and Emerson’s side were envelopes.

Harley made a point of shoving the ‘tea’ as far away from him as possible before leaning back in the chair with a sigh. “I’ve never liked these cryptic things and I have a feeling that this holiday is going to ruin my love for vacations too.”
He glanced around the room, turning his nose up at the distasteful decor, before turning his attention back to the table. Upon seeing the envelope, he detached it from the table and opened it up.

Emerson stood up, automatically not trusting the chairs. They got into an internet dive one night about torture methods, they knew how much shit could be built into chairs. "Yes… A bit tacky as well…" They murmured as they began to pace, grabbing their letter and opening it with their nail as they made their rounds. Before they read it, they realized they hadn't introduced themselves. "Oh dear, I was just hit with the revelation that I hadn't told you my name. I'm Emerson Backwater, a designer back in the city."

Harley looked up from his letter with a stone cold glare, crumpling the paper in his hand as he stood up from his seat. “I’m Harley, and I’m sort of tired so I think I’ll be looking for my room.”

There was no way the letter was being serious, it couldn’t have been!

He made his way to the door that he had entered, picking up his luggage before slowly creeping out of the room. Perhaps part of him believed what the letter said, but it would take a lot more than threats to get him to admit that he was scared. ‘The librarian huh? Why are they sending me a letter like this… Perhaps I should find them.’
Where was the library from here? It wasn’t like there were any maps nearby so it could have been anywhere in the vast building. ‘Well, I have twenty minutes to find it, so let’s start upstairs.’