[hr][hr] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/557c3248-b00e-4d67-aa51-40c23e29b0db.jpg[/img] [hr] [Center][color=a6fef2]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer [color=a6fef2]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center] [hr][hr] The water pressure was surprisingly great. Not that he'd expected less from someone who could afford a place this grand, but given its age he figured it may be one of the pieces in which the estate was lacking. Sam has spent the first bit of it just soaking in the warmth of the water, letting it fall over himself as his hands ran over bits that ached from travel. He was midway into scrubbing his scalp with shampoo when he heard the lock click shut. Pausing for a moment as he stared at the general direction of the sound before deciding it must've been whomever was residing in the room next door. Though he'd certainly ensure it was their lock that closed before checking his own. The last thing Sam needed was a paranormal encounter of the third kind while he was showering. Wishing he'd put on some music before having jumped in, Sam finished showering, stepping out of it as steam filled the area and fogged the mirrors. He grabbed a towel and began drying his hair first as he walked over towards the others’ door. One hand on the towel as it scrunched his hair, the other reaching out to try the know and finding it locked. Sam let out a breath of tension he'd been holding after seeing it was just another person. That was fine. He'd made his way back towards the center of the bathroom, drying the rest of himself off before slinging the towel over his shoulder and walking into his room. It was then he came to realize he didn't have a change of clothes. His suitcase was being taken in by the employees of this estate, and nothing, save some papers on a desk, was in his room. He could hear chatter out in the hallway, wrapping the towel around his waist, he made his way out to see who it was. It was there he spotted the two maids, bags in hand and around them as they stood in the hall. Sam approached them, looking over all the remaining ones as he flashed them a warm smile. [Color=a6fef2]”Hey, uh, mind if I take my own luggage? Kinda forgot to snag some clothes before I showered.”[/color] He said awkwardly as one hand rubbed the nape of his neck in embarrassment of the situation. One of the two maids, holding the board from down stairs looked between him and the board. Then pointed at a bag. “Go for it.” The other maid looked Sam head to toe, the pinkishness in her face fading replaced with a smile. “Finally something I can work with.” “Oh my god. Shut up.” Sam blushed at the maids comment, clearing his throat sheepishly as he walked on over towards the bag they pointed at. Not that he needed help finding his own pack. [Color=a6fef2]”Smart, using the boards to help. Though I feel it would've been easier had they just made you a miniature version to pocket.”[/color] He joked as he reached down for the bag. It was sudden, too quick to catch in the position he was in, but a breeze had hit him that he hadn't felt in moments prior. It was clear he was too hasty to tie his towel properly, and the sudden motion had it all come undone. Sam stood there, stark naked and frozen for a moment as his hand wrapped around the handle of his case. It took less than a minute, but far too long for anyone else for him to realize and react to the situation before his other hand went and covered up his own jewels. [Color=a6fef2]”Oh my gosh, I am sooo sorry. I, uh, sorry could you hand that…to me?”[/color] Sam tried pointing with his nose, as had he removed his hand it would all be exposed once again. Neither maid seemed disturbed by his sudden nakedness. The one holding the board grabbed Sam's bag with her free hand. “Oh, do not apologize. I thought this job would be boring. Glad to see things are looking up.” The once blushing maid said. “Feel free to ask for my help at any point. Just ask for Juliane.” The other maid rolled her eyes and Sam could hear her just barely as she said, “La putain.” Sam spoke to himself in an attempt to recall the maids name. [Color=a6fef2]”Juliane La Putain. Got it, though I hope my pronunciation isn't too horrible. Was more of a Spanish 1 kind of guy.”[/color] He said as he wrapped the towel around his waist once more while the maid had grabbed his bag for him. Both maids froze for a moment. Then met each other's glances and busted up laughing. “Oh no Monsieur. That is, uh a profession. Not my name. Please just ask for Juliane.” The other maid meanwhile, still laughing, took Sam's bag into his room. “I'm telling Marianne.” “Don't you dare!” Sam's face went flush with rosey cheeks as the two maids corrected him. How was he supposed to know ‘La Putain’ meant maid? Though he supposed it made sense. In Spanish, La or El was like ‘the’ so maybe in French it worked the same. Juliane the maid. [Color=a6fef2]”Right. Sorry.”[/color] He said as he chuckled at the misunderstanding, following behind the maid who held his bag. [Color=a6fef2]”Thanks again with all your help. You two were great.”[/color] Sam said as he entered his room. “Oh don't worry Monsieur you have nothing to apologize for.” The yet unnamed maid said. “You too were great,” Juliane said with a wink. “At your service Monsieur.” Sam smile and waved at them [color=a6fef2]”Oh uh, thanks.”[/color] was all he could manage to say before closing the door behind him and letting out a deep breath. [Color=a6fef2]”Fuck. I hope that doesn't get back to the family heads. I don't need to be seen as some kind of creep…so stupid.”[/color] He whispered to himself as he let the towel fall once more now that he was in the privacy of his own room. He placed the bag atop the desk, beginning to rummage through for an outfit to wear until the papers caught his eye once more. There was a meal card, one that needed to be filled out and turned in by 4:30pm. Sam checked the time quickly, noting it was almost time for them to do so and so he quickly checked out the steak option. If he had any luck it'd be a filet mignon. He wrote beside it, medium rare, making sure the French Cuisine didn't overcook the meal. Sam had originally wanted to wear a cute [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e88a2876-64f2-4a6c-bc00-11eff82bc33a.jpg] pink and white outfit[/url] to explore the area in, but dinner was in roughly half an hour and he wasn't sure about making two outfit changes in one day. What's more, the paper had mentioned to dress “Fancy.” What the fuck did that mean? He sure as hell didn't know, and he had half a mind to ask Juliane to help him pick out an outfit for the evening. Whatever it was, he knew a pink baseball button up and white jeans wasn't usually considered to be fancy. So he opted for an outfit he felt was more…appropriate. A [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/abb4cf57-a7c1-469d-9a3f-923045ea83b5.jpg] black short sleeved button up with striped black pants and thin leather belt.[/url] Sam slipped a pair of sunglasses atop a button on the shirt, pairing it with a black wristwatch and polished black dress shoes. He snagged the pile of papers from the desk, taking them and his toiletry bag to the bathroom sink where he began to brush his teeth. Toothbrush in one hand, the other sorting through what was left for him to read. A time-line of events, a brief history of the location and family, which Sam scoffed at as it seemed to be missing key details, the Wi-Fi login, and…a note? He read it carefully, only five words written down on this vast canvas of white. But five words that filled him with dread. His hands shook, the toothbrush long forgotten as he bit down on it and left it in his mouth while he flipped the note back and forth, hoping the words would change. Searching for anything more. Sam held it to the light in the bathroom, trying to see if anything else would show. Nothing. He ran to his room, pulling out a metallic box that was within his luggage and opened it to pull out a small blacklight. Flashing it over the paper to reveal some hidden secret. Nothing. Finally he'd moved back into the bathroom, lighting a match and holding it close to see if heat might show some deeper meaning. Still nothing. Panicked at who might see, Sam let the flame hit the paper and burn it to its entirety. Letting the ashes fall to the bathroom floor before disposing of the dead match in the trashcan by the toilet. He paced the length of the bathroom from door to door until he finally decided he'd need to try and push past whatever this was. Maybe it was the house making sure he hadn't told anyone he was coming here. To keep the secret and surprise until the awards. That had to be it. What else could it be? Sam decided that was the reasoning for the note, making his way back to the sink and now brushing his teeth with a bit more manic than before, as if trying to make himself forget the contents of the ashes laid on the floor.