WEEK THREE

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WEEK THREE

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You awaken smothered in wonderfully soft blankets. If you are lucky, there is a warm body next to you, but... those are becoming shorter and shorter in supply, aren't they?

It's Monday at Château Ambregris, and you have just arrived here. Whatever clothes you are wearing, whatever injuries you are sporting... They are once again accurate to how you were before this tale began. Whether this leaves you with any urgent matters to take care of or relieved of ailing you had contracted in the 'last' week, the gong of the numerous clocks chimes out indifferently to the hour. Gone is the urgent summons of the past two weeks, with no Witch to greet you.

Rise and shine, and face your 'first' day in your 'new' home! And though you may now think yourself quite familiar with it, maybe another look around wouldn't hurt?

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, gardens
- mud bath → aquarium
- menagerie → photography studio
- grotto → greenhouse

WEEKLY EFFECT

This week every character will have a spirit animal that follows them around like a familiar. The choice of animal is up to you (natural or supernatural), but it should represent them in some way. The animal is restricted in size to that of a large dog and is incorporeal, though it can interact with other spirit animals. As the animal is a representation of their heart and inner self, it might be better at expressing itself than it's owner.

Yes, this is basically daemons. This palace clearly needs more animals for emotional support!

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

MONDAY • TUESDAY • WEDNESDAY • THURSDAY

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Comments

[distain]

[dude don't you do curses and shit]

I don't know. It hasn't brought mine back, either. [Her father's resentment will follow her the rest of her life. Her mother is still dead.]

It doesn't seem possible, unless she would return twisted by such ugly feelings.

cw: talk of gore, 999 spoilers abound

[fourtuity]

[ She's figured it out by now, lucky yet cursed girl that she is. But she steps into the darkness anyway, lighting her way with spite.

But it still doesn't prepare her for the sight of almost endless images of a grey-haired man at various ages dying through various ways—car accident, incineration, gunshot, exploding from the inside out, and more.

Yet that's not all. Sprinkled between them are images of other people (other players, her more cynical side corrects) sprawled out on the ground, blood pooling under them. Anyone with enough CR with Clover can find themselves pictured as well, just as dead as the rest.

In the end, the two small pictures she stops in front of do not depict a corpse. Well, one does, but it's mostly off camera—the main focus is a bloody axe. The other? An elderly man whose hair could be compared to a lion. Out of all the pictures in this room, his voice is currently the loudest.

"Clover, I understand what you're feeling. You don't feel that you can trust any of us.

But you have to understand the more we distrust one another, the further we fall into our true foe's trap. Zero was the one who did those horrible things to your brother. Do you want to let yourself be manipulated by someone who would do such a horrible thing?" ]

So that's the angle here, huh...?

[ She was prepared to fight back against what they show about her brother, steeling herself to yell out loud that she knew he lived and how dare anyone try to say otherwise. Alive, alive, alive. She knew that, kept repeating the words to herself when she was alone with her thoughts. But she didn't expect that voice to be so loud here, giving her pause.

With a grimace, she realizes that she's going to have to rethink her approach here, avoiding looking directly at the corpse pictures. Fake or not, she hates those the most. ]

[snakeblood]

[ Curses aren't magic! It's occultism. who knows what's the difference shh ]

The dead can't be brought back, but someone on a brink can temporarily given vitality, depending on circumstance and methods. I wouldn't know how his magic works, but giving someone essences of darker, twisted emotions seems... counterintuitive to his goals? If he wants his mother as the same. [ Boring, as Yoru called her. ]

If we assume this is about his mother to begin with. The possibility that talking about her is all a smokescreen is there too.

[fourtuity]

[ She nods, adjusting her legs so she can sit down. If she's blocking pictures from view...then that's fine for now, maybe? ]

Yeah, you should be you. So...can you tell me more about what you want to be you? Whatever you can think of.

[fourtuity]

[ She gets it, but it's funnier if she doesn't. ] His face, right?

[snakeblood]

His face is so stupid in these.

[fourtuity]

Sure a lotta him though. Are they all stupid?

[snakeblood]

Of course they are! It's practically just when he's mad. [ He prefers his stupid sly smile, not he'll admit it. ]

[fourtuity]

How very cherry-picked! Looks like it's trying to get a rise outta you.

[ Which is the point, but still. ]

Either that, or you just really wanna see his face more.

[oncefallen]

[That prompts a quiet laugh as Vanis gently leans his head into that touch. He can feel that trembling, and that's exactly why he isn't about to let go. He may be built like a twig, but his embrace is solid, reassuring.]

Haha... didn't I say I would be?

[He's told a great deal of lies lately. That, however, wasn't one of them.]

[snakeblood]

Obviously the former, since he's the only real trouble. [ Let's not start with Sora's young master. ]

[spotsalone]

Is that so?

[ He's caught on to the fact that she's ill and that likely has something to do with her sentiment, but why not leave it for her to elaborate on?

He glances at his neat pile of cigarettes. Why not, indeed. He offers her one, and even lights the match for her. ]

That is one way of looking at it, yes. To some extent, our actions don't matter.

[spotsalone]

[ Both Hickey and his octopus startle a little. He does hate being snuck up on. He glances at the dog. ]

True enough. I wouldn't want to be followed around by anything larger all week.

[ Sounds annoying. His octopus doesn't seem to take offense, though. It spins in the air, blue rings flashing as it tries in vain to blend in with the aquarium glass.

Hickey nods at Angelo's companion. ]

You don't like dogs?

[spotsalone]

Trouble, no.

[ Underselling it slightly. Everyone's likely noticed his Monday routine by now: eat, laundry, bathe. When he wakes up after each reset, he's hardly presentable for civilized company. ]

Though it's still irritating. Jarring, too, going from normal back to the sorry state I arrived in.

[ That's the worst part of it all. ]

[spotsalone]

[ He shrugs, handing her a cigarette. May as well. There's plenty to go around. ]

Now that I no longer have to ration my tobacco, sure.

[ He nods at the chrysalis on her coat. ]

What's that you've got there?

[uiscebeatha]

[ Jeez...

Just by nature of living in the hall for longer than most means Cain sort of knew about this. He knew Bradley was a prisoner. He knew the twins were involved, somehow. And a nice reminder that the twins are Northern, at the end of the day.

There's one face he isn't really expecting, though.

Cain stands in the doorway, arms folded, look of concern on the polaroids. ]

...This is awful.

[uiscebeatha]

[ bwadwey 🥺

When Cain turns to Bradley, there's a pensive look on his face. ]

It's the least I can do.

[uiscebeatha]

[ Oh, hello. There he is.

Cain glances up at Bradley. Family... Of course Bradley must've had a family. Weird the thought never crossed his mind.

He reaches for the music box. ]

One of those snakes gave it to me. I was shocked when I opened it up and this started playing.

[ He picks it up, then hands it to Bradley. ]

Hold it. Maybe it'll play yours if you do.

[cleansheets]

[ If Angelo knew a single fucking thing about marine biology, the nature of this specific octopus would feel very revealing to him. Unfortunately, he has no clue about it's poisonous nature so the best thing he can do here is conclude that Hickey is slimey and grabby and a sailor. None of which comes as a surprise. ]

Don't like being compared to one so publicly, that's for sure.

[ The dog approaches Hickey a little. Its tail is not wagging, this is not a friendly dog. ]

[cleansheets]

[ Angelo huffs in annoyance. The white dog at his side is somehow even less restrained than Angelonand openly growls. ]

If they want to accuse me of something, they'll do it regardless. Everyone's already made up their mind about my nature, haven't they?

[cleansheets]

[ It feels a lot like a dig regardless and Angelo grits his teeth. ]

I'd rather Ish left us alone with his stupid games.

[ The dog, undeterred by fear or maybe just a little stupid, starts barking at the lion... ]

[coldseep]

( well that throws him for a curveball )

... Why were you doing math?

[cleansheets]

[ Angelo gives Sariel a dubious look for a second, but... Well, now that he's thinking about it, he can't really imagine Sariel lecturing anybody. ]

No shit.

[ In truth, he'd like to deny any amount of emotion, but he can tell it's futile. He's been raining and thundering all last week... ]

Better I take it out on the furniture than do what Ish wants and vent on any of you, right?

[coldseep]

( Mmmm...

He turns his gaze to the gallery. )

... The skies above and the lands below do shape you. But I don't recall the day or season I was born.

( Elderly problems... In fact, dates hadn't even been invented at that point, he thinks. )

... Do you?

[coldseep]

( ... Hwylryn shuts his eyes. He heard Bradley, but it takes him some time to process it.

And he doesn't want to be seen like this, either. )

... They've... always been pretty active, I've heard.

( He tries to manage his usual demeanor, but it doesn't come as easy.

He hesitates. On his lips is a question he's been meaning to ask - but - he bites it back. He doesn't want to know. He doesn't think he can stand to hear the answer, right now. )

... What harm did they bring you?

( That's easier to focus on. )