[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GdjULKa.png[/img] [hr][hr] [h3][color=e7cd90][b]4:10 PM - Thursday, July 17th, 2025 - Château de La Lune, France[/b][/color][/h3] [hr] [@PatientBean][@TheMaster99][@KazAlkemi][@Morose][@Nallore][@Trainerblue192][@kittyluna45][@KTostada] [/center][hr][hr] In the hallway outside the bedrooms two female voices could be heard. They were trying to whisper, but the longer they were in the hall the more raised their voices became. “No, that one is for [color=#F4C6DB]Azalea[/color].” “How can you tell?” “The name on the tag. It’s for Miguel, and he is in [color=#F4C6DB]Azalea[/color].” “Are you sure?” “Yes, look if it helps just go get those big posters from down stairs and we can match the names with the room names.” “You get it.” “You’re the one getting Miguel and Millicent confused. It’ll go faster if you just get the boards.” “What if Mrs. La Lune sees me? Or worse, Wadsworth.” “Then just tell them the truth. You’re getting the boards to make sure you get the luggage to the right room. You can’t be serious that you’re more afraid of Wadsworth than you are of Mrs. La Lune. She’s terrifying.” “He is so butler-y.” Whatever the other woman may have responded with was lost as Renee and Millicent stepped out of their rooms. [color=#fdd3d5]“I can just get my bag. In the hall is enough,”[/color] she said. Renee went for her bag, picking it out of the others there. [color=#fdd3d5]“Thank you.”[/color] She went back into her room. One of the women, face bright pink, held out a bag that she thought belonged to the [color=#B97C83]Turkish Rose[/color] room. It was the wrong bag. [@kittyluna45] The door on the other side of the bathroom that connects to [color=#843179]Plum[/color] opens and Renee comes in holding a small bag for bathroom supplies. [color=#fdd3d5]“Oh, hi. Sorry. I didn’t know you were in here. I’m Renee.”[/color] She sets her bag down on the counter and steps back out of the room, closing the door behind her. [hr][hr] [center][h1][color=dae8c1]Ralph[/color][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KpUC8tV.png[/img] [hr] [color=dae8c1]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Heliotrop Bedroom [color=dae8c1]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center] [hr][hr] Ralph followed Renee’s example and got his own bag. The bickering had gotten loud, and he felt bad for the women. He set the bag on his bed and considered the room. It was a well appointed room. Though it had a feel of a disused hotel room. It wasn’t dusty or anything, in fact it was very clean, it just felt unlived in. It had three doors, one went out to the hall, one to a balcony that looked over the southern side of the estate, basically all vineyards. The third door went into a bathroom. One he shared with whoever had the room next to him. On the desk were a few pieces of paper spread out in an eye-catching way. He looked over the papers. The top piece was actually just a card. On the card was the Wi-fi login info. He quickly logged in. Another paper was a [url=https://i.imgur.com/1aTKoTg.png]timeline[/url] of planned events, a card was attached that had options for steak, fish, and vegetarian dinners. The other was a short [url=https://i.imgur.com/xQkdhJ1.png]history[/url] about the place. It wasn’t anything a quick Google search hadn’t been able to tell him while he was considering going. When he picked up the second paper he realized there had been a [url=https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5567396/612full-adrien-sahores.jpg]photo[/url] underneath it. It was an older photo. One taken in his teen years with his boyfriend at the time. Ralph picked it up, hands shaking, and flipped the photo over. It was a reprint, not the original, on the back of it was written in neat, precise, lettering “HAS HE FORGIVEN YOU?” Ralph sat down on the desk chair, almost missing it. He hadn’t stopped thinking about him. Not since... Well, not since he had left. Ralph went into the bathroom that he shared with the next room. He didn’t know who he was sharing with but he washed his face and hands, running cool water through his hair. It had been a bit mussed from the plane ride. He splashed his face a couple of times with cold water. Trying to calm himself down. How did someone get a copy of that photo?