Prologue

[faentasy]

PROLOGUE

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The clink of glasses, the clatter of utensils upon plates and the soft murmur of conversation flows smoothly in the warmly lit dining hall. It's a dinner party, a rather vivacious one at that, with the food flowing freely. Savory and sweet, regional specialties, refined and rustic, there's something for everyone. Omurice, chiffon cake, kimchi, sizzling porterhouse steaks—it might be more apt to call it a buffet than anything else.

Do buffets usually serve such a unique smorgasbord of food? And actually, weren't you doing something else? A free meal is usually a good thing but is anything truly free? Who are these people around you? And where exactly are you?

Whatever thoughts are racing through your mind, they're abruptly cut off by a note, high pitched G-sharp from a woodwind. All your senses return to you, though they won't tell you much. Maybe not all of them actually, if you're used to feats of heroic strength or manipulating reality or numerous other abilities. There is one clue at least, a heavy weighted paper beneath your plate, an embossed note rather than a list of courses.

"Enjoy yourselves. I'll come see you when you've had your fill. And don't try to dine and dash, huh? There's something I have—something I can do for you, after all. Besides, you've already agreed to the terms anyway!"

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Clothes

[zloushka]

So true. These clothes are dreadful!

[She won't be caught dead wearing these peasant clothes]

We can't be expected to dress in these, are we? It's insulting.

[mearry]

Haha, who knows?

[ c-ta smiles pleasantly in comparison. he touches a sleeve. ]

But they certainly can’t be expecting a dress code with this. Unless they expect us to sew our own clothes.

[zloushka]

And are you any good at that?

[She looks like she has half of her mind on getting him to do that for her if c-ta says yes. That coy grin hints it so much]

[mearry]

Hahaha! Unfortunately not. Sure would be useful about now, though.

[ suck it. ]

But maybe our host’s dress code is pajama party?

[zloushka]

Aw, too bad.

[Oh well. Some other sucker will appear, Zola supposes. After all, she doesn't know sewing either and she doesn't want to learn either]

Sure, why not? There already are all sorts of strange things going on, why not make the dress code be pajama party?

[mearry]

Honestly, this sort of thing just makes me question the sanity of whoever our host might be.

[ and he's not sure that pajama party dress code would make that any better. ]

But, eh, I guess until then you could just wear whatever you want.

[zloushka]

Aren't you concerned about displeasing our host or hosts? They already have no qualms with kidnapping -- they may not take kindly to disrespect even if it's unintentional.

[Zola definitely comes from a world where such thing gets you killed or a fate worse than death]

[mearry]

I don't think anyone would kill you for wearing the wrong things...

[ what worlds do these people come from?!?!??!?! ]

[zloushka]

I don't know where you come from but you're certainly lucky if you can say something like that.

[Living in the Girl Genius world sucks]

[mearry]

I see. Your world must be really tough then.

[ ummmmmmmmmm?????????? ]

Do you really get killed for just that?

[zloushka]

If you cross the wrong person, yes. Don't worry, I'm not the sort of person that'd do such a thing, anyway.

[She smiles magnanimously, as if she wanted she could kill for such small offenses but she wouldn't, hah]

[mearry]

[ that....does not make him feel any safer! thanks! ]

Um...thanks? That's pretty considerate of you.

[zloushka]

I know. I'm overflowing consideration and good qualities.

[The only thing she's overflowing is ego]

If you feel unsafe, though, I wouldn't mind looking out for you. Consider it a sign of goodwill. I'm used to facing lunatics, I'm sure I can handle it if you're targeted for anything.

[The part about being used to facing strange people isn't a lie, all things considered, but no matter how much she pretends otherwise it's plainly clear Zola is untrustworthy as all hell]