MASKTOURN

ellie wakes

Ellie wakes laying on a bedroll in a small room. It’s hardly comfortable, but it’s something. There’s no sign of the Lifebringer- or anyone, really. She'd soon realize her clothes have been changed- gone is whatever it was wearing before, replaced by a simple, robelike outfit entirely in white. It'd still be wearing its amethyst and carnelian necklace. Morning light filters in from the window, casting the entire small room in a dewy haze. The room is tiny- big enough only to fit the bedroll, a small basin for washing, a chest at the foot of the bedroll, and a low, small writing desk, on which is a folded piece of paper, labeled with Ellie’s name, a clay tablet, and a porcelain face mask. The entire room is furnished in plain white tile, and opposite the window is a stone-paneled door leading out. The letter on the desk is written in ornate, swirling script, reads as follows:

Welcome, Ellie Eivindyeiren Halvorson!

It is my pleasure to welcome you, not only to the Halcyon Citadel, but to the Snakes! You have been selected, by the Great and Divine Lifebringer, to serve and compete alongside your fellow serpentine contestants and under my gracious leadership. If you have any concerns or run into any trouble, please do not hesitate to bring it to my attention. I’m very excited to meet you all! 

Please wear the mask provided, as it is part of your uniform!

Your Leader, 
Reagan Alizaydyeiren

The mask was of white porcelain, and would sit on Ellie’s face without falling, held there by some kind of magic. It only covered her eyes and upper faced, and mirrored the look of a snake’s face. Despite no eye-holes, Ellie would be able to see clearly even with the mask on. The clay tablet was just too big to be held in one hand, and was accompained by a small stylus for writing. Its surface displayed the #group-chat, and would update magically as more messages were sent. If Ellie investigated the chest, it’d find something curious. The chest is filled mostly with linens- bedding, towels, spare outfits, but at the top is her polaroid camera, with enough film for about 40 individual photos. (edited)

@Kip | Ace 🏹 / Ellie 📷

Ellie sighed quietly, unease settling in the pit of her stomach as she awoke in yet another unfamiliar room. It was a bit...better than the one before, maybe. A bit more cramped, a bit more homier (?). At least she could see what the outside looked like. Upon examining the room, she was able to learn several things; a) They knew her pop's name; concerning, worrying. b) She was on Team 'Snakes'; Snakes? Serpentine? c) There seemed to be a spare change of clothing, which was the...same as what she wore. And hey, her frickin' camera was here! "Oh, First Spinjitzu Master!" it cried, taking her camera into it's arms. Her precious bbygirl! It seemed to be in a rather shitty condition (as it always was), with justtt enough room for a few more photos. It took her only a few minutes to get readjusted- sliding the clay tablet into the free space of her camera case, patting down her robe, considering if she'd wear the spooky snake mask -before she was out the door, case slung around her shoulder. The mask also sat within her case.

ellie and ace talk fights

"Ellie?" Ellie's head snaps up at the sound of her name, and she sets aside the half-finished bracelet and all of the other threads and bits with it. "Coming! Coming-" Ace is standing ever-patiently at the door when it opens, peering down the hall with a worried look. "I don't think I'm supposed to be in here." "It's fine, I invited you in here so- so- it's fine, get in here!" It grasps at his sleeve and pulls him into the room as the stone door slides shut. "So- um- how did the fight go? You went there, obviously." "It...it was a fight, that's for sure," Ace sighs, removing their glasses to pinch the bridge of their nose. "Though it was a bit more...'fighty' than the others. It was volcano-themed, and the Snake contestant- Enya -won."" There's a brief moment of silence before he adds- "The other contestant turned into an egg when he lost." Ellie wrinkles her nose at that. "Er...I'm gonna assume there was something else before the egg...part?" "Oh, yes, naturally. It..." They exhale through their teeth, plagued by the last memory of the dying...man. "I think it was for the best that you weren't there. Ah, but- but aside what have you been up to? I don't think I caught you after the. The last fight." "Well- well, actually, I had a chat with Kenji. My, uh, opponent." Ellie seems to notice the way he squints, and she quickly waves her hands; "Agh- look, he, he's nice- um, kind of s-sad? It's...oh, I'unno. Kenji just...mm. He doesn't wanna be the cause of someone else's...death, he says. Um. Not many hopes about us getting out of here, either." "...Really, now." Huh. "Mmyeah. Really now. But, hey, that's at least one of our opponents talked to, right?" Ace shrinks back at Ellie's stare. "I- I...I've talked to Kyrie. She's Gale's friend." "But'cha never actually talked to her, right?" Ellie sighs, tugging a bit more at his sleeve. "Look, I've chatted with Gale before, and she's really, really sweet. She's nice. I'm sure you guys can- can talk something out together." "I'll talk to her." "Jason." "I mean it, Ellie. I will...talk to Gale at some point." "And figure somethin' out, right." "I will. I will try to work something out with her." "Good," Ellie says with finality, and begins to pull him over to her table. "Now help me with this bracelet. This crummy thread is all itchy and weird and I think Evan would hate it."