open post one.

[gall]

prompt one.
you wake up in a squat little house that smells like cinnamon. upon waking, a woman urges you to get up on your feet; there are clothes in your size folded over a chair, if you so choose, and there's a plate of freshly baked bread and warm coffee ready for you. why are you here? do you remember getting here?

the woman tells you the story about the island - it doesn't really answer your questions by much.

once you step outside, you see so much green, and a horizon that seems to never end. you also see others stepping out of similar houses such as the one you just exited. looks like you're not alone.

prompt two.
it's a cool summery evening, and the locals have come together to play music in what seems to be a castle. the turrets and stairs are decked in colorful bunting, and there are sweets being passed around. you're told this is to celebrate your arrival, along with the others who came with you. "tonight is a night of intimacy," they sing. all the children have been ushered home to bed.

some of the locals seem intent in pairing you up with others for a dance. are you game for it?

prompt three.
it hasn't been a day and it's already raining. the rain is coming down in sheets, really quickly, and you have been shuffled around from one house to another before being ushered into the grand ballroom of the castle. they haven't properly prepared your lodgings yet, the locals say, and they're very sorry about it. but now you're damp, and there aren't enough for everyone in the room.

looks like you're gonna have to share!

alternately, wildcard!
make your own prompt and tag around!

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[awol]

[ there's a relief in seeing the familiar outline standing just outside of one of the many houses there, looking about as awkward as soren has ever looked outside of four walls. freyj knows just how to move his ass. and it's by walking up beside him and nudging him lightly from behind. ]

Beep beep.

[ monotone, soft, as they come up behind him and push him out of the way with a hip. freyj has a cup of coffee in one hand, the end of their long braid in another, still being worked on. they present the cup forward, a slight fondness in the upward tick of their smile. ]

Hold this for me.

[nostopathy]

[there are very few people that touch him out of the blue, but he still tenses up when freyj nudges him. normally, he wouldn't, but being here has given him some heebie jeebies. he flashes a quick smile when he realizes who it is, though, hand automatically taking the cup from them.]

Hey, Freyj. Did you just get here, too?

[they're definitely not in kansas, or anywhere. he'd make a joke about it, but he's too blindsided by everything else to think of a good one.]