The Grand Entrance

[digisolutions]

[ When you awaken, it's in a bed. But it's not your bed. Someone is hustling and bustling nearby--multiple someones. They seem to be working hard on something. When you awaken, it's in a very clean room, but you're inside. When you finally open your eyes, you're safe in a nice bedroom with five identical girls running around and keeping the place nice and cozy. Yes, that's right, five identical girls running around. For those familiar with it, they could be cosplayers. But they're not. Also, unlike their original design, they have obvious ball joints to make them more puppet-like. What do you guys do? ]

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YOU TOLD ME DESERT, I KIND OF COULDN'T NOT GO HERE

[yonosoymaria]

[There is something vaguely ironic about an angel offering fruit to humans, but while under any other circumstances Eric might be revving into a terrified, well-trained-to-guilt-by-Catholic-schools nervous collapse at the sight, too much of his mind is occupied with recognition. He has never seen this cloaked creature before, and yet -

He is beckoned to, with a claw, and spoken to, and all thought screeches to a halt then.]

C'mon, you look like you ain't eaten in a month.

[Oh, that accent is entirely too much. Less Texas than... further west, but where specifically... probably doesn't match up in any case. It's a very shaky smile Eric shoots his partner, and he less sits down than falls into the open seat next to this... dragon?]

I - hello there, I'm... it feels like we should know each other's names already, doesn't it?

[God and Heaven help him, it - he, he knows somehow - sounds like an impossibly young Quincy Morris when he laughs.]

Sure does, but I sure don't! I'm Hackmon.

I'm Eric. Eric Lecarde, son of Xavier and Elena.

[It's more for everyone else's benefit that he names his parents. He can't say anything else, he's terrified he'll burst into tears if he does, and he couldn't explain why if he had all the time in the world....]

[lost_child_of_oriande]

[Lotor's aware of the stories of the way Alteans could communicate and bond with other beings; that doesn't make the sense of connection any less new and baffling as Dorumon bounces over.]

HI!

[And bowls him over with a pounce-tackle because this is not what he expected at all.]

I'm Dorumon, what's your name? You've got neat armor, are you some kind of knight, I've never heard of a human being purple before!

[Dorumon's still going. Lotor...might need a hand, he's too busy blinking and trying to process.]

[lanceofruin]

[ Sylvain is going to lounge at the table and laugh a little. ]

Friendly kid, aren't they?

[ --And then there's suddenly a flower crown on his head. ]

Here! I wanted to make you a present! I'm BlackAgumon!

[ Uh. Well now he's just embarrassed. ]

Th-Thanks, kid. Anyway, I guess we should all eat. Looks like they made a feast for us, and I wouldn't want it to go to waste.

[ Ignoring. The flower crown. ]

Oh, right. Sylvain Gautier. Just call me Sylvain for short.

[ Mastemon seems pleased with all of this and returns down the hallway. They're now free to eat and then explore. ]

[resolved]

[ Yeah he's... refusing to eat on principal. But Lucemon is noticing that. ]

You should eat something. You'll need your strength.

Some of this food is a bit strange. I'd rather not, if it's all the same.

[ ... He doesn't trust it. He doesn't trust any of them, really. ]

Would it help if I ate it first?

... You might not have the same intolerances to some of these foreign... things as a human would.

... Oh.

[ She deflates a little. Sorry guys he's just a very paranoid ex-Prince. ]