WEEK TWO

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WEEK TWO

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You're wrapped in a soothing, all-encompassing darkness.

You've had a good nights sleep, a very good nights sleep, much like the one on Thursday night. No matter where you slept (on a chair, under a bed, in a closet), you wake up in a bed with a stranger—no, you know this person. You just spent the past weekend with them, forced to go through a hell carnival, how could you forget? Your mind is full of fog and sleep calls to you, but it's elusive.

You're at Château Ambregris, brought here against your will by a terrible Witch. So why is it that you're dressed in your old clothes again? Why does your body feel the same as it does when you woke up here a week ago? Maybe this time you won't hit your head. The clocks all gong within minutes, so at least this time it seems, you won't need to wait too long for answers. Though, it seems things aren't exactly as you remember them...

TIME LOOP:

-Characters wake up with the clothes they had with them at their canon point, like in the intro log.
-The state of their bodies is exactly the same as it was on the intro log (for better or worse).
-Any items they accumulated last week are also reset (sorry you'll need to build up your weapon cache again), except items that were given out as event rewards. Please note that the item uses are not reset.

LOCATIONS UPDATED:
-library, workshop
- pool → mud bath, throne room → menagerie
- rose soap and candle details have been updated for villas for clarity

WEEKLY EFFECT

This week's effect is mood weather. Is your character really happy? Rainbows might appear all around them. Sad? Watch out for that raincloud above your head. Having doki's? Flowers might suddenly spring up under their feet. These effects are just suggestions, feel free to riff as you like and make anger lightning of your dreams. Notably, these effects will appear even if your character has a great poker face, but is still inwardly feeling emotions.

This effect, like the weather itself, is intermittent throughout the week.

(OOC: Murder proposals and counter proposals are open! )

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Comments

[uiscebeatha]

[ Yo!!! Food!

Cain picks it up and gestures towards the empty space where Andy stands with a thumbs up. ]

Hey, thanks!

[distain]

[She watches him snatch up the cookie with ease, then watches him vaguely gesture in her direction.

... Oh, so perhaps that's how it is.]

I'll accept your thanks when you can face me like a man.

[So she'll confirm it by being slightly direct and mean.]

[uiscebeatha]

Huh?

[ His gaze snaps up, not quite meeting Andy's, but he seems pretty surprised, almost confused, by the statement. ]

Er... [ Well, this is awkward! He gives a sheepish smile and rests his hand, the one not holding a macaroon, on the back of his neck. It sounds like he's pissed her off already...somehow? What did he do? ]

I want to, but...my eyesight's not all that great. I'm sorry. Could you come a little closer?

[distain]

[Right, it isn't that he hates women... he might even be close to blind.

Andrew does come a little closer to the table of danger but hesitates a second as she reaches them.

...Wait.]

Weren't you looking at injuries just the other day?

[uiscebeatha]

[ He patiently waits for her to approach, hears her reach the table. He won't move just yet; his eyes rest somewhere over her left ear.

He smiles sheepishly. Busted! ]

I was. That was pretty messy, huh? [ haha... ] I didn't realize everyone would be showing their injuries to me. I thought it'd be a group effort.

[distain]

Someone squandered their opportunity to sneak something under your nose. Too bad. I doubt that'll ever work again.

[Though she does have to wonder how he touched the cookie with such ease. It can't be sound alone... something else must be going on here. Andrew bridges her arms out, fingertips bracing against the table.]

[uiscebeatha]

It won't. And I probably won't try that again. [ Considering the new layer of gravity to the situation? Definitely not. Lessons learned, and all that.

He holds out a hand for a handshake. ]

Forgive my manners. I'm Cain. I apologize if I've angered you somehow.

[distain]

[Noooo we need Cain to keep sneakily seeing people in the courtroom somehow...our savior.

Does he hope that something so juvenile as a kissing booth will keep the others here from killing? Probably not. Neither of them have bothered to acknowledge its inevitability.]

Andrew Grace. [She takes his hand, palm down and with manners on display - suiting a lady.] Do you think you've done something to anger me?

[uiscebeatha]

[ He's not that naive. This is purely a selfish pastime, when you have two people fully divorced from the human sensibilities of intimacy and one who's well on the way.

Death is going to happen, much to Cain's chagrin, but he's not good at staying dour about these things.

And befitting a knight who serves royalty, Cain takes the hand and bows properly and appropriately. He might forget sometimes, but he does in fact have manners. ]

You sounded cross when you spoke to me. You'll have to forgive my previous bouts of insolence, er... [ His golden eye peeks up. ] How shall I address you?

[distain]

[How fascinating. Once Cain looks up at her, she maintains the eye contact, silently weighing her answer.]

Outside of this palace, the Grace name is very recognizable. "Miss Grace" would be the bare minimum, but here, it doesn't really matter.

[Why play a court game when no one else is even on the board? It's made her more open and direct with her emotions too. She hasn't stopped anyone from referring to her with her given name. Neither Grace nor Andrew holds much attachment for her. If she could hear Andy from Herta's lips one more time...This would be the perfect place for it, since Beyond that, it doesn't matter.]

You caught me in a poor mood. How can I eat around all this foolishness?

[uiscebeatha]

If it matters to you, then it matters to me. I'll call you Miss Grace, if it pleases you.

[ He'll forget his manners in a day or two, but for now, he'll remain bowed at her attention until dismissed. Still, he holds her hand lightly.

There's a grin in his eye before his gaze dips again. ]

I'd be happy to escort you to a quieter place to eat.

[ Or perhaps a kiss? almost leaves his mouth, but he decides not to push his luck with her. ]

[distain]

[That's likely a wise choice on his end. Bargaining her into a kiss would likely to lead to a bit of a show.

Though, maybe wizards are into that.]

You'd abandon your post? You must be winning. [She thinks he simply may be clinging to some relics of chivalry in this demonstration of knightly behavior (oh my god that's his name i realized mid-typing) or else uninterested in competition with the other two men.] Or losing? I could be your chance to run away.

[uiscebeatha]

[ thank you for noticing u_u

Cain laughs, lifting his head slightly to look up at her. ]

Neither, I'd say. [ He's the kind to give whoever visits 100% of his attention. Forget about those guys. ] Your comfort is my priority. The "competition" means little against the prospect of making you happy.