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! )

MONDAY • TUESDAY • WEDNESDAY • THURSDAY

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Comments

[fourtuity]

Then I can help too.

[ Far be it from her to stop him, so she sits down before continuing to talk. Considering the rainbows around her head, she's more than happy to. ]

You know what? It's wonderful! I wouldn't change it for anything. He loves reading and learning new stuff, so it's like trivia night talking to him. And he's always looking out for me. Trying to make sure I don't in too much trouble and all. We sometimes fight about that, but I can never stay mad at him for too long. I know he means well. He always does.

[ Her fingers reach out to sift through the clover as she talks. Despite the twinge of melancholy in her voice at the end, the rainbows around her stay strong throughout that rather rambling description. ]

[littlegentleman]

[There may be a bit of sadness to his expression, as well--but still, he gives a tiny smile at the exuberant explanation.]

That sounds really nice. I'm glad you have that.

[She'd make it through this. She'd see her family again. He was sure of it.]

What's his name?

[fourtuity]

[ This time there isn't a cough. And she doesn't think of code names. ] Light. And I am too. He's the best big brother a girl could ask for.

[ But for now she'll leave it at that, because she certainly doesn't want to talk over him. She tilts her head to the side, still smiling. ]

And what about you? What are you glad to have?

[littlegentleman]

[Light and Clover. The names seemed right together, somehow.]

Me?

[The question makes him pause, his brow furrowing. He didn't tend to think in such terms, and didn't know what he could consider his, especially outside of here. But...]

These memories.

[It didn't seem like they were supposed to remember, but now that he had them, Junior didn't want to forget. Didn't want Ish to take them away.]

These...feelings.

[fourtuity]

[ She looks at him, considering his expression. There it is again, the feeling that things are worse than he's letting on. But she doesn't have the framework to make even an educated guess. And she doesn't want to push him either.

She never liked her brother fussing over her...and she remembers thinking the same thing before this week. Maybe in a way he's the little brother she always wanted to dote on. So she simply nods. Because maybe that's what she'd want to do as the older sibling. ]

Yeah, that's great to have—I wouldn't wanna forget. It's what makes you you.