ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE...

[pleasureislanders]

The first thing you notice upon gaining consciousness is the smell. The air smells musty and woody, like the back corner of some forgotten tourist trap. As you stir yourself awake, you find yourself in a wicker bed with a soft sheet draped over you. The room’s walls are wood-paneled, and a nearby desk displays a digital clock reading “9 AM”. A singular potted plant provides the barest amount of decoration--though, the exact plant species differs between rooms. A note written in flowing cursive has been taped to your door.

MEETING IN THE LOBBY AT NOON
- G ♥
As you make your way out of your room, you’ll find yourself on a balcony overlooking a octagonal lobby below. Various artifacts and trophies decorate the club from top to bottom, cluttering the walls and any available surface. From here, you can clearly see that the marble floor of the lobby is decorated to look like a compass. Descending the stairs will reveal that, in addition to the artifacts mounted on the walls, several plaques have been put up detailing the lives of those trapped here--including you.

If you peer out the windows, you’ll see a tropical island sprawled out before you, overgrown with palm trees and shrubs. If you peer far enough above the treeline, you might even be able to see the ocean. No matter how hard you try, the front door is sealed shut and the windows seem impossible to break.

You've got until noon 'til the meeting happens. For now...enjoy the club, if you can.

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Comments

balcony

[crudeforaguylikeyou]

Unfortunately, yes.

[What a friendly face you've stumbled upon, Rapunzel.]

If Eugene and Pascal are lucky, they're far away from this - [hellhole] - establishment.

[He sniffs.]

By the way - does this place smell like mold to you? Or would you say it's a slight damp?

[prodigalhairess]

[When your best friend is someone like Cass, it's hard to be fazed by blunt attitudes like that. And he does have a point; if there's some kind of weird magic stuff going on, it's probably good that her friends aren't here. She just hopes they're safe.]

You know, I'm not sure. Maybe a bit of both? [Her nose wrinkles.] Either way, that can't be good. We should probably find a way out of here, fast.

[... It makes sense in her head, okay. If this place is rotting inside, then they're probably pretty far from civilization. They need to get out fast if they want to get back before whoever kidnapped them discovers they're missing and tracks them down.]

[crudeforaguylikeyou]

Yes, it really does a number on the lungs.

[Definitely on the same page here.]

Do you think that, perchance, they've been kind enough to leave us with some access to dynamite? We could blow a great big hole in the wall and make our dashing escape.

[prodigalhairess]

[... Well. If that's where his priorities lie, Rapunzel isn't gunna judge.]

Even if they did have some spare dynamite laying around, it looks like we're on an island. That won't be easy to escape from, even if the water past the shore was calm. There could be a lot of stuff out there that could totally crush any rafts we make, or we could get caught in a storm...

[She's. Dealt with the whole "stranded on a desert island" thing before.]