TEST DRIVE at 5 am because i make good decisions with my life

[crownofiron]

PROMPTS??

1: Somehow you've been transported to some medieval kingdom in god knows where. Welcome to Glandol where our incest and crazies go hand-in-hand.

2: OR this uptight looking guy is just suddenly where you are. Looking pretty damn confused and like he just stepped out of a renaissance fair. Don't worry, at least he's just the asshole and not the crazy asshole.

3: MAKE UP YOUR OWN?

Here's some prompts idk???

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[restorefromsave]

② Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!

⑲ Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?

[Apparently you're locked in a room with someone else who is also locked in this room. Maybe you both wake up like that, on two small beds in a small room with one barred window and locked door.]

[Congrats Hal you wake up first, your roommate is still out cold.]

[crownofiron]

[Well that's not quite a closet. But it's certainly small enough to make him uneasy. He sits up immediately, grabbing for his sword by pure instinct. ..... a quick glance at both the door and the iron bars, before he stands and draws his sword to hold it to the back of Sion's neck. Good morning.]

[restorefromsave]

[Just sleeping here. You might feel still pretty drowsy and heavy yourself--drugs? Definitely, definitely you were drugged.]

[Either your roommate is a good actor or is still out of it but I guess he makes a noise and opens his eyes groggily.]

[ephedra]

[yeah IDK what we're doing I guess this is before shit goes entirely to the crapper i.e. before we go off on our merry meeting adventure and he's currently draping himself in what should be your chair]

Studying going well?

[crownofiron]

[He is certainly drowsy and his limbs heavy but-- he's a king. He can hold himself high, regardless of any drugs!]

Identify yourself.

[Orders. ... sways.]

[crownofiron]

[He is not even surprised. Just mildly put out.]

It would go better if you weren't sitting in my chair.

[restorefromsave]

[Wow that's a sword in his face, wide awake now, staring at the blade and the guy holding it.]

Who are you?

[ephedra]

You spent so much time standing at the shelf that I got tired.

[crownofiron]

I believe I asked you first.

[Answer before he cuts your head off in a drug-induced accident.]

[crownofiron]

You say that as if you were doing anything productive.

[Whacks your shoulder with his book, out. Shoo.]

[restorefromsave]

Sion. My name is Sion.

[crownofiron]

[... fair enough.]

Hal Triazolam Glandol. [Waits for any sign of recognition.]

[restorefromsave]

[Blank as shit.]

Nice to meet you... Could you stop pointing a sword at me?

[ephedra]

Fine, fiiiine...

[laaaazily gets out of the chair. at least enough to just sit on the arm of it.]

I'll do enough work when it's dinner time.

[crownofiron]

... I assume it would be too much to hope that you have any idea where we are.

[crownofiron]

So you remind me, constantly. I never forced you to be my poison tester.

[And he'll just take his seat now and resume largely pretending you're not there.]

[restorefromsave]

No I was kind of concerned with waking up with a sword in my face.

[Glancing around the room though.]

[ephedra]

But you'd never trust any other, would you?

[crownofiron]

[... yeah, that only gets a look.]

Did you just come here to aggravate me? Not all of us have so much free time.

[ephedra]

I could direct your studies instead, if you like.

[crownofiron]

I don't know why you even bother to ask. Sooner or later you'll find my efforts alone not good enough.

[ephedra]

Well, you do tend to screw up, don't you? Practice, practice, practice, Hal.

[crownofiron]

[Woops, his hand slips and the biggest book on herbology they own gets sent flying towards Mao's head.]

I don't want to hear it!

[ephedra]

[ducks! how rude]

Displays of temper won't help you in front of other royalty either.

[crownofiron]

[Looks like he wants to argue-- but then just... sighs, frustrated.]

I know that.

[ephedra]

Then learn to control them. Honestly, you're way behind where you should be at this point. It's more than embarrassment at stake.

[crownofiron]

I know that.

[Repeats, exasperated. You don't have to keep reminding him...]

So what do you suggest?

[ephedra]

[Yes he does!]

Hmm...

[Goes to the shelves, selecting a few books and bringing them back to sit down in front of him.]

Start with these for now.

[idk some sort of political and geographical texts have fun]

[crownofiron]

[He takes the books and glances at the covers before flipping through the pages with a critical frown.]

I've memorized these already.