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! )

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solarium;

[baebladie]

[ Blade is here in the solarium now in his wanderings.

Hearing this, he turns his head out of curiosity. There's some kind of wolf-like creature hanging around him or something too. ]

...How?

[baebladie]

[ ...there is an irony if his spirit-thing is a wolf, by the by. In another sense so let's go with it, it'd be hilarious. Deciding on appearance details as we speak.

But, also, hearing Dan Heng say that makes him give pause, something thoughtful in his expression. ]

...Good.

We can't tell what will happen as the days go by.

[ Among other reasons but he is terrible at...other things. Still, though, he'll head on closer and then ask: ]

Does it bother you? Seeing that dragon.

[remainsilent]

Hi there.

[ giving a nod, and then he'll look at the noodle beside him before looking at the bird on her shoulder. ]

I'm putting together a record of everything that has happened here.

[snakeblood]

Hm? How what? [ Looking up distractedly. ]

[antline]

Maybe that's how you feel on the inside. I don't know.

[This is outside his mental paygrade, anyways.]

It just doesn't show on your face.

[simulacres]

Then I'll ignore it just long enough for me to get some more sleep.

[ because if they have to be forced to live this day over and over, she'll make sure she wastes as much of it as possible.

the robin, on the other hand, seems both eager to continue singing to establish dominance and kindly bother ayaka. in other words, it flies down to the pillow on her head and starts chirping a tune. ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ First thing on Monday, wound totally gone, Cain is in the Promenade of Reflexion. He sits on the floor, facing the space between Scarlet and Sousuke's statues.

It turns out Hickey was right, but their hard work from the day prior doesn't stop him. In the spot, nestled between the statues, is a small collection of items. An unopened bottle of champagne, a few random flowers clipped from the garden, sitting haphazardly in an empty cup, and an assortment of...er, little wood carvings. It's...kind of hard to tell what they're meant to be. They're all shaped...enigmatically, to put it generously.

Cain works on one now, carefully whittling away at another little block of wood. A little music box sits open beside him, plinking along with a little tune.


Later in the day, he's out in the gardens. It's...kind of hard to miss him, what with his loud voice and loud gestures and loud everything.

There's a stick in his hand, and he beams down at the ethereal image of a ruby Cavalier King Charles spaniel. The dog beams up at him, tail wagging enthusiastically. They're basically the same person. Er. Same dog, even. Whatever Cain is. ]

Got that, buddy? The faster you bring it back, the faster I throw it again, okay?

[ The dog barks, and Cain throws the stick!

The puppy bounds after it, seems to prance in a circle around it, then trots back over, empty-mouthed, and sits proudly at Cain's feet.

With a sigh, Cain rubs his hand over his eyes. ]

[remainsilent]

[ Looks like it's a "good" Blade mood at the moment. ]

There's that and it's important to remember that they are remembered. All of them.

[ He's been doing this at the start of the new week... recording the data of those who no longer walk with them and try to capture their likeness down.

As for Blade's question, he'll look at the noodle again. ]

It's not that it bothers me, but it's strange seeing it while my powers are sealed.

[simulacres]

I think you're giving me too much credit, Sariel.

[ if she were this loud and obnoxious, what would be the point of pretending to be a meek person? honestly, if that's the case, then this bird should be linked to saber, inste--

...oh. ]

You know what, never mind. Do you feel represented by an ant?

[simulacres]

Oh.

[ she nods, following along so far. ]

How come? Won't it disappear once it loops again?

[antline]

...?

[Okay, never mind. He nods.]

Yes. Though...maybe not exactly the same as before.

[simulacres]

Hm?

[ she tilts her head to the side. ]

How so?

Aquarium

[cleansheets]

[ For someone accompanied by an absolutely horrid little dog, Angelo's approach is extremely quiet. It may be helped by the fact that as far as sympathies go, the dog is... cautious but not outright hostile around Hickey. There's no growling (as of now, anyway).

Angelo himself seems pretty amused. ]

How lucky that yours is of such miniature size.

[ Easy to hide. ]

[antline]

I wanted to be like one. A soldier ant. I didn't want to think about anything on the battlefield.

[A low sigh.]

But I don't...do any of that. Anymore. But I still...like them. Hardworking. They do things for...others. And I have yet to find out why I exist.. as I am right now.

[remainsilent]

Even if it does disappear, I don't want to risk forgetting anything or anyone.

[ He'll turn the notebook towards her so she can see the sketch of Siffrin and the information from the profile that used to hang up with the others. There's an additional section of notes underneath ]

[antemeridian]

You think this is because of those who have been killed, then?

[ that's certainly a theory. ]

[stygiomedusa]

[Come castle reset, Hamel floats her way on to the theater, where she can be found absolutely destroying a pair of pointe shoes. Anyone particularly observant would have noticed she's done this every Monday in the castle so far, so it's likely shoe destruction will continue.

(Though she can also be found actually putting those shoes to use in a solo performance, spending much of the morning dancing.)

Later in the day, she can be found in the aquarium, simply sitting and watching the jellyfish tank as a jellyfish of her own watches with her.]

[remainsilent]

That is the only other thing that changes each week.

[distain]

Thinking about staying in today? [She was thinking the same thing, though even if Ayaka languishes, Andrew will eventually mill around like a ghost haunting the palais.] Then... let me see.

[She sits at the edge of Ayaka's bed, glancing down at the pillows. Then - not violently, merely quickly enough to catch up or cause a startle, she reaches for the robin and finds that she makes no contact. It may piss off the bird who's been so seemingly protecting of Ayaka's space, though, she muses.]

It seems we cannot touch them if they don't have anything to do with us.

[simulacres]

Find out why you exist...

[ she nods, empathetic. ]

For, uh, what it's worth, you've always been very nice to people here, I think. So maybe you're...more like an ant than you think?

[ she can't believe that she just made that comparison, but it is coming from a genuine place. sariel has been nothing but kind to her and the people she has seen. she would like him to know that. ]

[simulacres]

Ah...

[ her eyes widen at the sketch, her breath caught in her chest. after a few seconds, she releases it in a sigh. ]

That looks nice. I wonder... if they'd like it.

[simulacres]

[ the robin does start making even more of a fuss, flapping its wings and chirping away, but otherwise unafraid of andrew's advances.

realizing the futility of this, ayaka slides out from underneath the pillow, actually careful to not disturb the bird. ]

So it's a magical pet. [ she sighs. ] Honestly, I know it's a waste of time to look for rhyme or reason in Ish's actions, but this has neither of those.

[remainsilent]

It may not be as creative as they are, but it's a start.

[perfectpower]

[A translucent ferret is pawing at the glass, like it wants to go hunt all the feesh.

Meanwhile Brad is looking at the dragon coiled near Dan Heng.]

Damn, you got a wholeass dragon?

promenade of reflexion

[perfectpower]

[Brad is nearby, though his translucent ferret might be visible before he is since it is scurrying around. It goes up and tries to steal the cup, but try as it might it cannot.

Brad, however, has started humming along with the tune. It seems like he knows this one.]