Barge-ing In? || Team B Plateau
Ā Ā When Pelleas opens his eyes again, he wonders if he has finally met death, but no, he is breathing and the sights and sounds around him are neither a blessing nor a punishment. At most, they are surreal and unfamiliar, and he considers for a moment if it might be a dream instead.
He is not alone, he realizes, made aware of the presence of a stranger wearing the uniform of Garreg Mach just as he was. He decides this once it is better to be in the company of someone. It would be safer that way, if he is to be ensnared in somewhere bizarre.
Soon enough, their duo becomes a quartet ā the gatekeeper and one of the professors joining them, as it were.Ā Ā ā Ah! No, please donāt worry about that. āĀ Ā His nervous laughter from before softly erupts again.Ā Ā ā Er.. about interrupting us, that is. There was hardly anything to interrupt, reallyā¦ ā
It looks as if Byleth was quick to cut to the chase. He thinks for a moment of protesting, knowing that typically it is better to stay in one place when lost, but he thinks better of it soon enough. Thisā¦ wasnāt a normal place to begin with, after all, and she had more authority over him in any case.
ā Wellā¦ I was curious about one thing over there, truth be told. āĀ Ā Pelleas strides over towards the bar, looking over his shoulder to ensure he would not lose sight of the few companions he had here. Drinks of all colors and varieties line the bar, and the bubbles in the air floating about give off a certain vibe to them, something he wagered that drew him here in the first place.Ā Ā ā The bubbles concentrated hereā¦ They appear to be constructed of light magic. Thatās not all thoughā¦ ā
He gestures them all to look lower then, to the surface littered with spills and snacks galore.Ā Ā ā This barā¦ itās quite messy for being deserted. Some of these glasses still hold drink in them too. I imagine weāre not alone here then, but what chased off our companyā¦ Iām not too sure. ā
Clair knows she should have been terrifiedāāor at the very least worriedāāto open her eyes to lands unknown. But truth be told, she is elated to be rid of that dreadful swampy plateau, even if she has no idea where she awoke to. Thankfully, she is not alone in thisā¦well, wherever this is. A bar, it seems to be, and an empty one at that. It has an ambience similar to a ghost town. Something is offā¦but Clair cannot place a figurative finger on it. The professor is there, along with the gatekeeper and one of her classmates. She stands, taking a moment to take in her surroundingsāāthe brightly colored bottles, the smell of alcohol hanging in the air, the floorboards slippery with spilled drinks.Ā
She follows Pelleas over to the bar under the guise of joining the investigation, careful to step around the puddles pooled on the floor. Truth be told, she merely did not wish to be left alone in this unfamiliar placeāāeven if her companions were just an armās length away. She hovers at his side for a moment, listening with rapt fascination as Pelleas describes his examinations aloud. Clair picks up a glass, holding it up to the light and peering at the liquid sloshing about within.
āWellā¦ā She places it back on the bar counter with a thunk. āI sincerely hope the notion has not tempted anyone in the slightest, but it would be ill-advised to drink whatever contents are in this bar. Mila knows what could be in those bottlesā¦ā
With a glance about the empty bar, Clair ambles over to one of the abandoned tables surrounded by chairs pushed askew, as if whoever had been sitting there had left in quite a hurry. She is greeted by a curious sight: a plum, floating in a fragrant solution, in a hat. She opens her mouth, then closes it, brow furrowed with something beyond bewilderment.
What on in Milaās nameā¦? She reaches into the hat and plucks the plum from the pool of aromatic liquidāāperfume, she realizes as she draws her hand back to examine the glistening fruit.
She turns, facing her companions, clutching the perfume-soaked plum. āWe would be wise to begin searching for an exit. Your theory of patrons being chased offā¦that may just be correct. And I, for one, have no intention of staying here long enough to verify the truth in that conjecture.ā
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