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

Locations Proposals PCS Curfew Witch Contact Main Nav

Comments

[perfectpower]

[Huh. This is all pretty interesting.]

Cain had a music box recently. Could that be one of the items?

[cleansheets]

[ Angelo is here and looks uhhhh........ dead inside? Dead inside. His voice is hollow in a way it isn't usually. ]

The third thing handed out last week was a music box. I don't believe it had any power like that card.

[oncefallen]

There was also a music box last week.

[Producing it from one of his voluminous sleeves!]

It seems to lure animals to it, though if it has any other particular use, I have yet to discover it.

[uiscebeatha]

[ That's what they are. Bound together by circumstance, just for now, where otherwise they may have stood on the opposite sides of battle. But now they're here, further extracted from the comforts of their home, and they really only have one another to rely on.

Cain grins, a cheeky kind of smile. ]

I've snagged a sword from the Mars Room before. Why not grab a gun for yourself?

[ MISTER BANDIT ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ It takes a moment—the massacre is ancient history to Cain, at only twenty-two years. But it doesn't take that long for what he's learned of it to come to him, and his eyes dart down pensively.

...Of course. He and Bradley are a lot alike, but Bradley's still a Northerner, at the end of the day.

The movement in the corner of his eye brings his attention back, and he frowns. He gets it. He gets it, and that's why he feels so conflicted. ]

...Right.

[ He'll step in side, and place a hand on Bradley's shoulder. A quiet little way of saying, I don't hold it against you right now. ]

And you've been their prisoner for a hundred years. [ Slotting it together. ] ...They haven't treated you like that the whole time, have they?

smh actually

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain looks up at the tap, and he greets G'raha's smile with his own. ]

I'm just glad other people can get something out of it, too. I'm sure they had other friends besides us in the room.

[ He looks at the flowers. ]

Thanks, G'raha. I'm sure they'd like that.

[uiscebeatha]

...Whatever you were gonna tell me it looks like...

[ HELP

He sighs. ]

Okay, new plan. It's a...cat. What do I need to do to make it look more like a cat?

[uiscebeatha]

[ he does...when will it end...

Phew, though. Because the first guy who found out laughed.

Cain just offers a little smile at that. His dog scoots forward and starts sniffing Dan Heng's hand, its tail cautiously wagging. ]

Nah, I just like dogs. Isn't he cute?

[ He points at the dog with a grin, and at the same time, the dog beams up at Dan Heng. They are truly one and the same creature. ]

What about you? Dragons your favorite animal or something?

[uiscebeatha]

No... Someone else studied the spacing of the statues, and told them. I think.

[ That feels so long ago already.

Cain stares down the promenade, and then sighs. ]

But, I guess there's no real way of knowing without asking Ish directly.

[uiscebeatha]

[ He'll take it back and set it down on the ground where it was. And once he does, he'll leap to his feet, dusting himself off. ]

Yeah.

[ Looks at Bradey— ]

What'd you get?

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain fishes it out of his pocket and holds it up, open. It plays its little tune. ]

[cleansheets]

[ Angelo's only been half there through all of this. Ever since the incident with the dark rooms he's looked distant, like a living ghost.

But this little speech revives him a bit.... if only to be repulsed by it, unfortunately. ]

You sure like to hear yourself talk, don't you? Must be nice to be so above it all and heroic.

[divineth]

[Wow, this is...a lot at once. It's going to take Urianger a bit to mentally chew through it all, but for now...]

Sabo, may I examine the tarot card?

[He doesn't know if he'll find anything new from it, but being so well-versed in divination as he is, he can't help but be curious anyway.]

[vivens]

[ ANGELO BUDDY.... U GOOD? but he also nods. ]

And if multiple people have received the music box then it isn't what I'm referring to. What I received was different in its delivery—as I had won a prize of some sort.

[antline]

[]

[vivens]

I don't think so, no; it would be have been unique to one person.

[ ... ]

...but I don't think that there wouldn't have been another item that had been included with what was given out to everyone.

[antline]

[after some point the information overload is Too Fucking Much for his limiters so he's just going to. sit over here and pet his little soul ant as he's trying to process this]

It all feels really complicated...

[vivens]

[ ah. what a nice little tune and sabo's bird will "sing" along to it for a bit. ]

[oncefallen]

I believe that your theory about the dead is correct-- that we are seeing only a part of this dimension, and that there are other parts we currently have no access to. The dead being in another part would follow that line of thought.

But perhaps more importantly, something is most definitely changing. The question is exactly what and why.

[perfectpower]

[vivens]

Of course; I'll trust that you won't run off with it.

[ is this a threat or a promise? whose to say but sabo will hand over the card to urianger to examine. and, as stated before, (UNLESS MODS CORRECT ME) the golden tarot card will simply hum with traces of magic.

but he's free to spend as much time with it as he wishes. ]

[vivens]

[ GIVEN THE RESPONSES FROM OTHERS...guess that wasn't the secret item he was looking for. though?? ]

Lure animals? Interesting... I wonder what the intent of having it do that was meant to be, if there was one.

[perfectpower]

That's the only thing I saw that seemed unique. I got a medicine vial too, but it looked like several people got the same thing.

[oncefallen]

Yes, it was given out a bit late to be of any use in those races...

[Too bad, because that would have been funny.]

[vivens]

Heroic? No, I hardly think that I'm above anything. If anything, I spent more of my time taking down those who think they are.

[ now that's a funny word to use to describe and sabo will chuckle at it. be grumpy all you want with him angelo; they are both begonias (somehow) and sabo is going to respect it. ]

And don't worry I don't make a habit of doing this much talking. Most of the time I get this information handed to me to review.