Build your own adventure

[robinbloke]

You are standing outside a low stone building, there is a single door on this side that looks to be made of wood and metal. Behind you a trail winds back down the hill and away into the distance. It is approaching nightfall, the sun is tinging the sky and clouds pink with it's dying rays.
What do you do?

I will write you a "build your own adventure" style story if you leave a comment, just ask for a genre and give me a brief description of yourself and then say what you want to do, the rest will unfold...

Comments

[zenmeisterin.livejournal.com]

*She smiles and nods her head back almost without thinking. Then it hits her. Internally she is quite, quite surprised. 'It _seems_ to be James...' She wonders if he somehow knew about this all in advance... He seemed to be in costume and make up too and that must have taken far longer than the time she'd been here. Maybe the Count wasn't just being vague after all. Maybe this party had been planned with her presence in mind... Then she felt a bit guilty at the arrogance of the thought.*

*She was about to greet 'James' when she realised she didn't even know what time of day it was and hastily looked around for a clock as she sipped some more of this... 'whatever it is it's divine'.*

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

Time is certainly a bit difficult to judge, with all the hubbub and bustle around you've quite lost track of it all. You spot a clock but it goes up to thirteen, and all the hands are moving in different directions - not helped by the fact the seconds hand comes out of the clock completely and back in again, in the third dimension.
The juice you're drinking is definately something tropical, although the hint of apples catches your mind. Strangely the more you think about one kind of flavour the more you can identify that fruit in the drink, if you think on another one you can taste that instead.