[Kalim is no stranger to pleasure cruises, being a pampered rich boy, but this is something else entirely. He’s surmised he’s on a ship, at the very least, after tottering about his room and reading the card on the wall. And there’s a bunk bed! That seems fun, even though he doesn’t remember why he’s here or who he must have come with. Should he hurry to claim the top bunk, or...?
Outside his room, there are people. No one looks familiar, at least not at first glance, but it hurts his head to think too much about that. The smell of the ship isn’t helping, either: pungent, metallic.
But it doesn’t matter that everyone here is a stranger; that just means he has a lot of introductions to make. New friends! He slinks up to the nearest co-passenger, sucks in a breath, and excitably introduces himself.]
I’m Kalim! Who are you?! This is weird, right?
[He laughs, more to be friendly and less because it is, in fact, a very strange situation he’s found himself in.]
2. Home
[So Kalim will have to kill to get home. He’ll have to hurt others. No. It’s a joke, right? It has to be a joke.
His mind wanders. He walks through the ship, aimless. Not looking for an exit, exactly, but just... some sign, some proof that all is not what it seems.
Kalim trudges up the stairs, and finding the kitchen has him speeding on over, the pep back in his step. Surely they wouldn’t have such a well-stocked kitchen if they’re really meant to murder each other! He sifts through the pantry, making a bit of a mess in his search. They can have a feast! That’s sure to help boost morale, right? He isn’t terrible at cooking, but his best friend has been the only one to cook for him for a long time. When Kalim makes food, he tends to make his serving sizes far too big, and he might add too many ingredients together in an attempt to improve the flavor. Because more is more! Cooking is hard.]
Nobody will try to poison me here!
[Kalim says this with certainty. He’s been poisoned numerous times back at home due to his status as the heir to a wealthy merchant family, but this time will be different, especially if he’s the one cooking.]
3. Trial
[Kalim sucks in a breath. Arms wrapped around himself for comfort, to help stop the shaking. It doesn’t work.]
It must have been an accident!
[No one would have chosen to kill another person, after all. And, well, maybe the dead person just happened to fall on that large knife protruding from their back. Very reasonable! Kalim could have easily made such a blunder.
But, no: if Kalim keeps thinking like this, he’ll never get to go home, never see his friends and family again. He has to think. Think.]
Kalim Al-Asim | Twisted Wonderland
[Kalim is no stranger to pleasure cruises, being a pampered rich boy, but this is something else entirely. He’s surmised he’s on a ship, at the very least, after tottering about his room and reading the card on the wall. And there’s a bunk bed! That seems fun, even though he doesn’t remember why he’s here or who he must have come with. Should he hurry to claim the top bunk, or...?
Outside his room, there are people. No one looks familiar, at least not at first glance, but it hurts his head to think too much about that. The smell of the ship isn’t helping, either: pungent, metallic.
But it doesn’t matter that everyone here is a stranger; that just means he has a lot of introductions to make. New friends! He slinks up to the nearest co-passenger, sucks in a breath, and excitably introduces himself.]
I’m Kalim! Who are you?! This is weird, right?
[He laughs, more to be friendly and less because it is, in fact, a very strange situation he’s found himself in.]
2. Home
[So Kalim will have to kill to get home. He’ll have to hurt others. No. It’s a joke, right? It has to be a joke.
His mind wanders. He walks through the ship, aimless. Not looking for an exit, exactly, but just... some sign, some proof that all is not what it seems.
Kalim trudges up the stairs, and finding the kitchen has him speeding on over, the pep back in his step. Surely they wouldn’t have such a well-stocked kitchen if they’re really meant to murder each other! He sifts through the pantry, making a bit of a mess in his search. They can have a feast! That’s sure to help boost morale, right? He isn’t terrible at cooking, but his best friend has been the only one to cook for him for a long time. When Kalim makes food, he tends to make his serving sizes far too big, and he might add too many ingredients together in an attempt to improve the flavor. Because more is more! Cooking is hard.]
Nobody will try to poison me here!
[Kalim says this with certainty. He’s been poisoned numerous times back at home due to his status as the heir to a wealthy merchant family, but this time will be different, especially if he’s the one cooking.]
3. Trial
[Kalim sucks in a breath. Arms wrapped around himself for comfort, to help stop the shaking. It doesn’t work.]
It must have been an accident!
[No one would have chosen to kill another person, after all. And, well, maybe the dead person just happened to fall on that large knife protruding from their back. Very reasonable! Kalim could have easily made such a blunder.
But, no: if Kalim keeps thinking like this, he’ll never get to go home, never see his friends and family again. He has to think. Think.]
Maybe it was murder...?
[There! He’s on his way already.]
…But maybe it wasn’t!
[Kalim has a long way to go.]