Dreamhoppers Roleplay

The corners of her mouth turned upwards as she heard a subtle melody start through the wall. Was that a harp? Presumably everybody else had rooms suited to their interests then, she mused, eyes falling again over her easel as she passed it to open the wardrobe. Whoever had brought them here clearly knew a lot about them. Sita changed quickly, throwing on a pair of jeans and a loose-fitting shirt before exiting her room again. One of the things she had noticed was the temperature of the place - it was warm enough to dress for spring or summer, for which she was grateful.

She didn't want to knock on his door and disturb his playing, so instead she waited outside. There was something calming about the tune, and for a few moments she had forgotten how worried she was about her current situation.

"No, no," she shook her head. "You play very well. I've never met anyone who can play the harp before."

She nodded, thinking back to the painting set in her room. It had been a while since she'd picked up a paintbrush, and she felt almost ashamed of how she'd abandoned her interest so easily. "Yes, they do. Well, I suppose we'd better start looking around."

Elle was indeed sitting on the couch, trying to make sense of it all. She had pulled the coffee table up in front of her, and was inspecting a plethora of file folders that were spread out on it. She frowned, flipping through a Manila envelope. "So, they keep a file cabinet full of empty pages here," she said, thinking aloud. "I get having paper, but I had to dig through the office closet for five minutes before I could get the drawer into a position where I could open it. Would they really go through all of that trouble to hide simple printer paper? And organize it into files? No, they definitely wouldn't. No matter how weird this already is, nobody is that pretentious." She sighed, frustrated, holding a folder over her face and closing her eyes. "I need a heat lamp and some black light. I'm going to go look again." Elle pushed the table out from the couch and stood up. She shuffled the blank pages and set the stack down on the table again, before stalking purposefully into the hallway towards the office.

Ishmael sighed as they set the pan of shakshouka on the table along with four plates. After a look into living room and the surrounding area revealed that no one was around, they huffed and headed towards the front door. "Fine," Ishmael muttered under their breath. "They can serve themselves breakfast." They yanked open the door and walked around the house, breathing in the fresh air. It was definitely a bit chillier than Jerusalem, especially for this time of year, but the scenery was breathtaking. Ishmael had never seen so many mountains, even if they were in the distance. They eventually got around to the backside of the house and stopped short. There was a large fenced field, but the horses inside were what caught their attention. Ishmael approached the fence, causing a horse to look up and come closer to investigate. "They're like big donkeys..."

Sita felt a chill pass down her spine, stopping to study one of the photographs. "They look very real," she said, voice small. "Why would somebody go to all this trouble? And how did they find out so much about us?" A horrible thought occurred to her. "You don't think we've been bugged, do you?" The very idea of a hidden camera in her room made her feel physically sick.

Unsurprisingly, that didn't make her feel much better. "Santiago, I've had some really weird dreams before. If they have any idea of what I'm like, it's going to be tainted by the recurring nightmare of a bouncy castle full of inflatable totem poles. And that's not even the worst of it." It wasn't that she particularly cared about the opinion their mystery benefactor had of her, but she felt that, given their current situation, it certainly wouldn't hurt to at least come across as a sane person to begin with.

Sita flashed him a sheepish smile. "Could you go first?" She didn't mind admitting that she was scared out of her wits, in fact she was almost glad to let him know. He seemed to be a lot calmer than she felt.