>>235724
> Go on the roof

West wing

Go on the roof

>>235724
>Fuck me.
Rather forward, but I'll take it.

> Explore the other floors of the east wing (staff living area, other)
Meet and greet the other servants, maybe make new friends, plant the seeds of discord and rebellion, the usual.

>>235760
>>235775
Since it would be nice to get some fresh air, and the thought of going anywhere near the place you were mutated into whatever the hell you are now, you decide it would be nice to go up to the roof. Finding the nearest stairs and walking your way to the topmost floor, you crack open a window and climb over to the side, and up onto the roof. Although it's mostly black tile, a small fenced pavilion lies in the center with walkways that extend out to the wings. climbing to the level surface, you scan the horizon. The sun is just starting to set, and you can see most of the landscape surrounding the manor. Past the boundaries of the lawn, the property is mainly a sea of dark trees, save for rocky range of hills in the southwest. As you turn your head to see the rest of the area, you notice a figure sleeping in the corner. It appears to be a rather large and heavy set man wearing the same uniform as yourself. He has bright purple skin, and as he turns over in his sleep, you see he has a beard and large golden earrings. He's also wearing a a turban, making him look like some kind of genie. In between his snoring, you hear him muttering in his sleep.
"...clean the shelves..... being of unimaginable power.... bitch...."
What do you do?
>Nudge him
>Kick him
>"Wake up."
>Let sleeping djinn lie
>Write in

>>235886
>Kick him

>>235886
Tug hard on his earrings.

Changed my mind, supporting:
>>235903

>>235903
this

>>235903
Agreed,
also; wondered where this quest went, nice to see you OP.

>>235903
>>235906
>>235935
>>235941

Maybe it was because you seem to have been everyone's punching bag lately. Maybe it was because you had your last chance at a somewhat normal life stolen from you. Maybe it was because now you had a snake coming out of you ass. Regardless, you decide to walk up to the sleeping genie. You feel an intense heat emanating from him as you grab his big hooped earrings and tug on his earlobes. You jump back as he gets up with unprecedented speed. His head jerks around frantically, and despite him being wide awake, you notice he hasn't opened his eyes.
"Wha- WHOS THERE?!" he says with an extremely deep voice. "I still feel the sun, so it cant be lady Beatrice. So who is it? If it's Gerald, I finished cleaning the library an hour ago."
What do you say?
>"I'm new here"
>"It's me, Gerald"
>Stay silent
>Write in

>>235963
>Write in
crisp salute followed by our name and new rank/position. were in a bit of a weird mood today.

>>235963
>"I'm new here"

>>235988
That'n

>>235963
"It's me, Gerald"
We could get some intel.

>>235987
>>235988
>>235989
Since waking him up by nearly pulling his ears off might not have been the best first impression, you decide to try and be a bit polite.
"I'm Stanley. Stanley Morrison. I'm a new butler here." You say as you put your hand out to shake, which he doesn't seem to notice. instead, he begins to stroke his beard.
"Oh, yes. I remember the others talking about you. You were dead for quite a while" This comes as a shock to you.
"Wait-what do you mean 'dead'?"
"They didn't tell you?" a sly grin spreads across his face "The transfusion killed you. Our most gracious lady Ainsworth was going to have you stuffed before your heart started up again."
"That's... unsettling. From what I've seen of her though, I wouldn't put it past her. By the way, I didn't catch your name." His smile grows to unsettling proportions after hearing that question. His eyes remain shut.
"The name of an ifrit is not so easily revealed, little devil. I'll tell you, if you answer me this: Did the madame mention me at all?"
What do you say?
>"No she didn't."
>"Yes she did."
>"What's it to you?"
>"C'mon man, I told you my name. It's polite to give me yours."
>Write in

>>236081
>>Write in
oh are names binding for your sort or something, sorry, still getting used to the whole "magic is real" thing, and no she didn't mention you specifically.

I have to get up early in the morning, so the next post will likely be my last for tonight. I will pick this up again tomorrow.

>>236081
>>Write in
"Tell me your name and I'll teach you proper squat form."

>>236105
You realize that, in the magical world, names must hold a lot of power. You make a mental note of not giving it so sparingly in the future.
"No, she didn't mention you specifically. Sorry I was forward about the name thing. Still getting used to all this magical stuff."
"That is....unfortunate." he says, still retaining that deep voice soaked in guile. "My name is Hasan Badr ad-Dīn, at your service. And do not fret about telling your name to me so easily, child. Your demonic nature has given you a new, more powerful one. I could tell you how you could discover it, and perhaps even discern it for you myself, for a price."
What do you say?
>"What do you want?"
>"What do you mean 'new name'?"
>"No thanks."
>Write in

>>236168
>>Write in
eh, if even I don't know my new name it'll make it harder for others to learn it right? Thanks for the offer though.

>>236180
Seconding that line of argument. We need to first find out what names even mean in the magical world.

>>236168
>Ask what’s up with this place. From what he said, kidnapping people and enslaving them is the modus operandi here?

>>236196
>Ask what’s up with this place. From what he said, kidnapping people and enslaving them is the modus operandi here?

>>236180
>>236196
>>236217
Although the Hasan's offer is tempting, if fairy tales shave taught you anything, it's deals with shady spirits isn't the best option. Besides, if I don't know my own name, it would make it harder for other people to learn it.
"Thanks, but I think I'll be fine not knowing it for now."
He shrugs. "I suppose that's your choice. But you should know that learning your name gives you power." He sits down on the ground, and with a wave of his hand, summons a hooka which he promptly begins smoking. Could this guy get any more stereotypical?
"I'll think about it then. So what's the deal with the staff here? Is everyone a kidnapped human turned monster like me?"
Hasan thinks for a bit, and let's out a puff of smoke. "I suppose most of us were born into this world rather than dragged, but the Madame... coerced us all one way or another. Why don't we do things like we did in my homeland? You will tell me your story, and in turn, I will regale you with my own."

Backstory writing time! Right now, our personal history really only consists of the fact that we were in drug rehab before we were "hired". I'll write most of it, but if you guys want to submit anything (what drug we were addicted to, how long we were in rehab, where we grew up, etc) that you would like to be added.

>>236506
This is me btw. I just made that post on my phone.

>>236506
We were born to a broken family, we lived with our mother,she took care of us well but she couldnt prevent us from geeting addicted due to a friend.

>>236599
Hasan gestures for you to sit down. You comply, as hearing about his past might shed some light on the nature of the godforsaken place and he obviously isn't the type to give information for free. He offers you a puff from his hookah, but you decline silently.
"I was born in Newark, a city in New Jersey. I never new my dad, I think he left once he learned my mom was pregnant with me. After that, my mom got in a huge fight with her parents because they wanted custody over me. I think it had something to do with how they were really devote Baptists too, but mom never liked to talk about them much. But they still supported her financially; sent checks in the mail when I started going to school. Things were pretty good then, I guess. My mom worked as a secretary for a legal company, which payed pretty well. She was really overprotective, didn't want me staying out late, always made sure I was friends with the right people, stuff like that. But then I met this kid named Rodney in 9th grade, and we really hit it off. He was a pretty weird kid, he had severe ADHD, and he was just one of those people who just really liked to make other people laugh even if he made a fool out of himself. The thing was, in the 10th grade, he learned that he could sell the Aderall his parents gave him around finals. Pretty soon, he was selling other stuff too, basic stuff like weed and pain killers, and then he started doing stuff like dope and coke. He always let me try some of the stuff for free. I trusted him, and by the time we graduated, we were in business together. It was great, for awhile. I told my mom that I had gotten a job as a bartender, and that I worked nights. And then Rodney got AIDs from one of his needles, and things turned to shit. When the word got out that our product was infected, nobody was buying. I couldn't afford crap anymore. Rodney died, I was homeless for a while, and then my mom found out pretty soon after that. She scrounged up some money and put me in rehab. I went in and out for years, until last May when I was told she died in a car wreck. That really put me into shape, I guess, and I've been sober since then. I signed up for some program to help former addicts find jobs, this place was the only one that offered a room and food." Finishing your story, you let out a deep breath. You haven't had to say your whole life story in one go to anyone but a therapist before. Hasan nods, and his mouth is fixed in a somber frown. You cant really tell if it's fake or not, but you've held up your end of the bargain "So, what about you?"
(cont.)

>>236991
"That is indeed a sad tale. you have my condolences." Hassan takes a long drag from his hookah, and begins. "I was born at the beginning of creation, give or take a few eons, as a being of fire. I don't remember much of that time, I was formless then, a being of pure power unhindered by consciousness. I believe I was resting after burning down a small village about thousand years ago, when a sorcerer trapped me with shackles of silver. He gave me my name, and thus identity. I felt my body take shape, and while having a name gave me great power, I became a being that could be controlled. The next few decades were spent burning the palaces of my master's foes, and revealing to him the nature of the cosmos. While it was splendid for awhile, I grew bored. I am a being of chaos and freedom, not fit to be the pet of some mortal. I slowly convinced him over the course of hundreds of years that our relationship was more than that of master and servant. I told him one day that the silver shackles he had trapped me with all those years ago chaffed my wrists and ankles, and with a wave of his hand, they turned to dust. I reduced him to cinders in an instant. I fled to an oasis, and spent seven nights in jubilation of my freedom. It was only then that I realized my mistake. I was again without purpose, but now I could not find solace in formlessness. Perhaps a had even allowed myself to feel affection for my master at some point, but now I do not know. I saw every mortal that approached me reminded me of him, and the sight would fill my with such fury that I could do nothing but turn them to ash. Then one day, the Lady Ainsworth came to me in her travels. Wearing a veil, she challenged me to a game. If I caught even the slightest glance at her face, the game would end and she would give me all of her family's riches. But, until the end of the game, I had to swear to never harm her and obey all of here commands, and in return she swore to never obscure my eyes in any way. I had found much solace in gold then, and I thought it would be trivial for a being of my strength to win such a game. The instant the deal was struck however, she plucked my eyes right out of my head. And I, a blind djinn, have been forced to serve her since." He finishes, and takes another breath from his hookah. "So, what do you think of that, little devil?"

What do you say?
>"You got what you deserved."
>"Wow, that sucks."
>"So.... does she still have your eyes?"
>"What was the name of the sorcerer?"
>Write in

>>237179
>>"Wow, that sucks."
>>"So.... does she still have your eyes?"

>"So.... does she still have your eyes?"

>>237179
>So, and what do you do all day here?

>>237184
>>237192
"That sounds pretty rough. Do you know if she still has your eyes?"
Hasan pauses for a moment before replying, "I am sure she still does. But in my current state, finding them would be an impossible task. Perhaps...perhaps if you were to find them for me, I could put an end to your servitude as well. I have no idea where they might be, but your unique position would make it much more simple to gather information. So, if you help me, I will help you. What do you say little devil? Will you help me regain my freedom?"
Hasan's offer is tempting. But, at the same time, he did kill the last person he made friends with.

What do you say?
>"I'll help you. Just keep your end of the bargain."
>"I'll tell you if anyone mentions something, but don't expect me to do much"
>"I'll think about it."
>"No way, I don't think I can trust you"

>>237308
>"I'll help you. Just keep your end of the bargain & swear to not kill and/or maim me"

>>237308
>>"I'll think about it."
best to take things slow, it's doubtful we'll get a lead on the eyes so son after being "hired"

>>237308
>>"I'll think about it."

Not to be rude, but deals with Djinni usually end horribly for anyone not a Djinni.

>>237420
>>237372
As nice as being free of this place sounds, Hasan doesn't seem like the kind of person you should rush into making deals. But it would be nice to keep the prospect open

"I'll think about it." you reply. Hasan looks dejected and even a little angry for a moment, before flashing back to his normal smile.

"No matter. My offer will stay open, but don't wait for too long. Working for the Mistress can prove to be a stressing occupation." With that, him and his hookah disappears into a puff of smoke.

"Creep." you mutter under your breath. Dinner will probably start soon, so you open a hatch and climb down a short latter that ends on a staircase, and it isn't long before you're back in familiar territory. As you enter your room again, you find that the bed sheets and lamp have been replaced. Strangely, the sheets seem slightly damp, as though the person handling them was wet at the time. After resting for a few moments, a bell rings. Realizing that it likely means that dinner is ready, you follow the directions given to you by Gerald. The dining room is simple, and some silver platters containing untouched food rest in the center of the long table. But you do not notice this; instead, the assortment of nightmares steals your attention. Gerald notices you walk in.

"Ah, Stanley, we were just about to start. Please, join us."

Where do you sit?
>Between a pale woman with a spider for a lower body and a four-armed living porcelain doll
>Between a bluish fish-frog-girl-thing and a seven foot tall man wearing overalls and completely covered in scar tissue
>Between a lady who looks so old she could be a mummy and a woman with three eyes, white cat ears and tail, and a mouth that is a little too wide
>Next to the head of the table, Close to Gerald and beside girl with branches for hair and bark colored skin

>>237571
>Between a pale woman with a spider for a lower body and a four-armed living porcelain doll
quite the cast of characters here QM, interested in the doll more than the arachne

>>237571
>>Between a pale woman with a spider for a lower body and a four-armed living porcelain doll

>>237571
>Between a pale woman with a spider for a lower body and a four-armed living porcelain doll

>>237640
>>237606
>>237590
Since you'll have to sit next to something that looks like it was ripped from a Guillermo del Toro movie, it might as well be the spider lady and the doll. You take your place between them, and they both start to stare at you intently. You decide it would be best to try and make conversation.

"H-hey, my name's St-Stanley. N-nice to m-meet you." you manage to stammer.

"Welcome to the manor, Stanley. I hope we can get along. My name is Annabelle." The spider replies in a voice that's sickeningly sweet.

"And we're called Diane. Pleased to meet your acquaintance." The doll says, with what sounds like multiple voices talking at the same time. Her mouth seemingly only opens and closes in one direction, like puppets

"So, what do you think of our little mansion so far?" Annabelle says, putting a her head in her hands and smiling. Why does everyone smile like that here?

What do you say?
>"It's....interesting
>"It sucks
>"It's kinda nice I guess.
>Write in

>>237926
>"It's....interesting

>>237926
>>"It's....interesting

>>237926
>"It's.... Interesting"

>>237926
>"It's....interesting

>>237929
>>238033
>>238053
>>238093

"It's been... interesting so far." You say. This seems to entertain Annabelle greatly.

"I should hope so, darling. After all, you're going to be stuck with us for a very long time." she pauses for a moment to grab a turkey leg from a nearby platter, and i watch as she bites off half of it, bone and all. "That suit looks good on you. Diane had a hard time making one that fit around your.... extremities."

You turn to Diane. "You made this?"

"We did. We make all the clothes here. Annabelle provides the thread. It's some of our best work. We are very proud of it." Diane replies in her strange, harmonic way of speaking.

"That's right darling, what your wearing is 100% spider silk. Now try some of the food, it's simply divine." Annabelle adds.

Slightly disgusted that what your wearing came from this woman's private area, you do have to admit the food looks appetizing. There is a full turkey, a bowl of salad, mashed potatoes, beef wellington, pitchers of water, and more. You suddenly realize just how hungry you really are, and you begin to make yourself a plate of food. Hesitantly, you try a bit of the food. It's delicious. After stuffing your face for a full minute, you are starting to feel comfortable enough to talk to the 'people' beside you again.

What do you say?
>"What's the deal with Hasan?"
>"What's it like working here?"
>"What even are you guys?"
>"Why do you refer to yourself as 'we', Diane?"
>"So Beatrice is an interesting boss, huh?"
>Write in

>>238221
>"So Beatrice is an interesting boss, huh?"

>>238221
>>"So Beatrice is an interesting boss, huh?"

>>238221
>"So Beatrice is an interesting boss, huh?"

>>238221
>"What even are you guys?"
>"Why do you refer to yourself as 'we', Diane?"

>>238221
>"So Beatrice is an interesting boss, huh?"

>>238234
>>238244
>>238364
>>238416

"Beatrice is an interesting boss, huh?" you say as you take another bite of beef wellington.

"Hmm?" Annabelle turns and finishes the rest of her turkey leg. "Well I suppose she can be a bit rough around edges, but she's a softie under all that."

"Are you kidding? She was planning on killing and eating me! And when I was apparently 'soiled', she had me pumped full of demon's blood just to see what would happen!" you exclaim in response

Diane speaks up, her voice starting to show signs of emotion. "Lady Beatrice was not going to kill you."

"What?" you turn toward Diane in disbelief. "Of course she was! She's a vampire! She said she was going to eat me because my blood was fresher! She literally told me that I was brought in because nobody would care if I disappeared!" you shout. The table starts to fall silent.

Diane looks you dead in the eyes. Her voices perfectly align as she speaks to you again. "Lady Beatrice has lived for many years. She has changed much in that time. But the one thing that has always been constant is her hatred for meaningless loss of life. She was going to take much of your blood, yes, but leave you with enough that you would survive. Then, to ensure you wouldn't tell anyone about what happened, she was going to drop you off in a remote place after erasing your memory and giving you a new identity. Lady Beatrice has been doing it for years. She gave you the transfusion because it was the only thing at that point that would save your life."

"Well then why didn't she tell me that? She didn't need to be so goddamn vague!" You shout angrily.

"Why didn't you ask?" Diane says as she stands. She looks into your soul with her strange doll-eyes brimming with fury for a second, before storming out of the dining room. Everyone is staring at you. You feel like shit, physically and emotionally. You decide you cant take it anymore, and leave the room as well.

Back at the room, you find yourself unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling. As far as first days go, this one was pretty fucking awful. At least you didn't get yourself killed, which you imagine here is a very real possibility. Suddenly, you here a knock on the door.
(cont.)

>>238511
You walk up to the door and open it, and it's the lady of the manor herself, Beatrice Ainsworth.

"Hey there big guy. I heard your first dinner didn't go so well. That's a real shame. What happened?"

What do you say?
>"I don't really want to talk right now."
>"It's the middle of the night. I'm trying to sleep."
>"Why didn't you tell me you weren't going to kill me?"
>"Why are you asking me? Shouldn't you already know?"
>"What's Diane's problem?"
>Write in

(this conversation will probably be the last of this session)

>>238534
>>"Why are you asking me? Shouldn't you already know?"
>"It's the middle of the night. I'm trying to sleep."

>>238534
>>Write in
Still too wound up from all "this" *gesture to self* and made an ass of myself, also, woulda been nice if you'd explained the bit where you WEREN'T going to kill me.

>>238566

Seconding this and also voting for

>"Why are you asking me? Shouldn't you already know?"
>"What's Diane's problem?"

>>238537
>>238566
>>238610

"You wanna know what happened? Well for starters, I'm still wound up after all of this," you say as you gesture to your deformed body "and I made a huge ass of myself because you never explained you weren't going to kill me! Why the hell are you even asking me, anyway? Shouldn't you already know what went on?"

Beatrice steps back, a bit surprised by my response. "Okay... Well first off, again, I think the new body is a huge improvement. Secondly, I shouldn't have to tell people I wasn't planning on killing them. I only really deal with mortal people once a year, so I'm sorry I didn't elaborate that when I said 'eat' I didn't explicitly mean 'kill'. Third, yes I already knew what happened, but I wanted to hear your side of the story." She lets out a deep breath. "Anything else?"

"What's with Diane? She seemed to get really emotional back there." You ask, starting to calm down. At least, a little.

"Diane is the member of the staff I've known for the second longest. For a few years after I lost my humanity, I traveled a lot. And I came across this castle that was haunted by twins who had been killed there. They had already forgotten there own names, and they were fading into oblivion fast. So I had the doll made as body for them. But their souls were so weak, that they couldn't even control a body on their own. They had to merge together in order to be strong enough to do so. Since I saved her from fading away, Diane feels like she owes me a lot. Now, you should really get some rest. You're lucky I let you get off working on your first day." And with that, she pushes you back through the doorway and into your room, and shuts the door on face.

Falling back on the bed, you think about what went on today. You really don't know what to think of Beatrice, or Diane, or anybody. Including yourself. Thinking about it all eventually manages to tire you out, and you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

(end of session 2)


Okay, I finally got through session 2 of my shitty quest. I'm going to archive this, and in the meantime, please respond with any questions, complaints, complements, ore concerns.

>>238858

I like it, I like the cast of characters you've got set up here and you've obviously put a lot of thought into them. Mostly just curious as to what the major conflict will be for the storyline

>>238880
Thank you! Conflict is going to start in the next session. You do owe Beatrice some fresh blood.

>>238858
Curious. I hope there will be another "session" soonish, though I’m not sure that term applies here. A bit too much time between posts for that. Perhaps "chapter" is more appropriate?

Thank you for the thread in any case. So far I liked the Djinn best as a character. Hopefully, you will introduce some more gray or unclear morality in the future. All together, it seems interesting so far, even if the huge percentage of girls and the vampire’s anime-esque personality make me fear you intend to turn this in a less interesting direction.

>>239697
Don't worry, I'm not going to turn this into a harem thing. Most of the staff is female because Beatrice just likes being around women more than men. And things will get morally grey, don't worry. Beatrice doesn't really care if somone dies, she just abhors the thought of meaningless death. It's part of the reason she retired from fighting other vampires.

>>239697
Also, sorry I'm such a slow writer.