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

[diel]

[ cain.

yoru looks down at his hands first because that’s where he’d held him. cain’s inscrutable face with cain’s inscrutable heart between these hands. but there’s nothing there.

he knows that.

the polaroid was a temporary hell.

he knows that, too. ]

I have to.

[ as though the had choice been long decided. a disaster beast does what a disasters beast is made to do. so it has. there’s no choices here. ]

Will you eat dinner with me at some point?

[ he finally looks at the real cain and not the one fresh in his mind’s hell. ]

[stygiomedusa]

[...Hamel tilts her head, watching the bird.]

Well... We are supposed to be performers in a carnival, aren't we?

[...Sure. Let's. Go with that.]

So a cutout like that fits the carnival vibe more than anything else could, so... Perhaps it's not meant to mock...?

[uiscebeatha]

[ His grin widens, like a puppy knowing he's getting a treat.

The sword isn't his sword, but it'll do. ]

Same. See? You get me.

[ It's so nice having him here, genuinely.

He rests an arm on Bradley's shoulder. ]

We'll go arm up next time something happens.

[uiscebeatha]

[ Kind of. Much to Cain's frustration, he gets the grandpa-grandchild treatment from them, despite his protests.

But he absolutely believes they can be nasty. ]

I wonder if they'd be worse if the Calamity wasn't so dangerous this year...

[ You know, with other things to worry about and all. ]

But you're almost done with your time, right? Has all your community service brought your pardon forward any?

[uiscebeatha]

Oh, right.

[ HE MISSED OUT ON TURTLE RACING...

He feels bad for him for about half a second before he smiles again. ]

Yeah. Maybe we'll luck out and it'll be just as fun as last week's, too!

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain keeps his posture, upright and staring straight ahead, but Yoru will feel the way he relaxes, just slightly, under the gesture. ]

Not sure what there is to say.

[ He looks at the wiggling fingers for a moment before grabbing them, wrapping his hand around them. Yes, his fingers. ]

I just want you to be safe. Both of you. Knowing we could wake up from curfew and either of us could be dead...scares me.

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain looks at Yoru's hands, too, and it strikes him that he probably doesn't know. If he died, he wouldn't leave a body. He'd have no face to caress, nothing to hold, nothing to really remember him by. Snap of the fingers, and he'd be gone.

That's not a talk for now, though.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise. These things are unrelated, in his mind. ]

Oh, uh, sure. [ ??? ] Why, what's up?

[distain]

[This isn't a state she wanted to be caught it - not by anyone, but especially not by Blade, after the conversations they've had. Her head sinks.

Andrew flattens her palm against the wall, unable to reach the girl on the other side no matter how hard she tries. She's been reaching and failing for so long now.]

It's just so interminable...this place is so cold and dark. But the cost of failing to endure is right in front of me...

[She knows they're lies. Bella will never lay her filthy hands on Herta again. But every fearful image is just a horrible reminder. A promise. A consequence.]

[littlegentleman]

[What he wanted to be? What did he want? For as long as he could remember, everything he did was just about the mission. Just about being the best little soldier he could be. Because that's what everyone wanted of him. So, wasn't that what he'd wanted, too, by extension? That's how he'd always looked at things. But now...everything was different. Everything was confusing.]

I just want to be someone that some person out there might call family. And I want to be someone that can make that person happy. But I don't know how to do that.

[vivens]

Have I?

I still feel like I could have done more [ talked to more people. asked more questions. just...so much more. ] but I should follow my own words and allow people to help. Regardless, thank you G'raha.

[ and just to be cheeky with a laugh: ]

I'm glad to know that you haven't gotten sick of me or all of the questions that I've asked you.

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain watches G'raha move, observing the care he puts into handling it. He studies the flowers, which is a lot nicer than his haphazard selection. Siffrin must have meant a lot to him. ]

It's a beautiful arrangement. You put a lot of care into this.

[ And he peers curiously at him... Explain? ]

Not a red ribbon?

[uiscebeatha]

[ He hears her approach, and the moment he hears her voice he stands at attention. From frat boy to soldier real quick. ]

Miss Grace.

[ He turns to her and bows slightly, arm bent at the waist. It doesn't overstay its welcome, though, because soon his attention is right back at the dog and the magpie. ]

I'd say...five, ten minutes, probably.

[ He gives a sheepish little laugh. ]

I don't think he can pick it up.

[uiscebeatha]

[ WATCH CLOSELY— cain closing his eyes but not really ]

Er, hold on.

[ Before Blade can do anything, he holds out a hand. ]

Can you touch my hand first?

[uiscebeatha]

Huh...

[ Now he wants to see what this guy looks like. Does he have a dragon face? Or horns? Or like, wings?

There is a roadblock in this conversation. ]

Sorry, actually, [ He spins in his spot to face the voice and holds out a hand. ] Could you touch my hand?

[uiscebeatha]

Oh, yeah. We should.

[ And Tiamat...and the other guy...

Looks at Sariel— ]

Did you know her at all?

[remainsilent]

[ He has an idea as to why he's asking. He has noticed Cain doesn't quite look at people and there was also the... strip check from before. ]

It may not be what you're expecting. [ He will say that as much before he comes closer to take his hand. ]

This isn't my true form, but it is one I'm more comfortable with.

[whileaway]

[The growling really doesn’t help the accusation of being rabid, but Angelo probably doesn’t need that pointed out to him. A dog, though, how very fitting.

Break chuckles lightly and lets one hand raise to ghost over his little companion as he steps a couple steps into the room.]

If you actually want them to stop, you should give them other things to focus on.

[hm…] Unless you like that kind of attention?

cw: mentions of a past suicide attempt

[diel]

He’s already tried dying. It didn’t work out. [ it’s a joke, voice light. ] So we’re okay.

[ there’s an attempt to wiggle his caught fingers. ]

But this is a problem.

[diel]

[ he points at the polariod. every terrible thing happens around an empty dining table, which is as much of a fear as the bodies. ]

I don’t like to eat alone. [ his hand drops. ] And I’d like it to be the two of us - at least once.

[allrounder]

[ Ah, there she is! He's glad to see her, even if the topic at hand means he doesn't quite smile. ]

I beg to disagree, Andrew. Your gambit would have been fruitful in most other circumstances.

[allrounder]

Mayhap... he is testing out different methods? I admit I cannot fathom his aim with these particular spells.

[ Though he thinks that they've found the connection here, being that they're all exposing their internal thoughts in one way or another. ]

[allrounder]

Well...

[ He holds it close to him, still. ]

I did not anticipate that movement being noticed.

[allrounder]

[ The laugh makes his smile grow just a little, and he tilts his head. ]

You are always welcome to bring your inquiries to me, friend. Should this meeting provide you will more, I will gladly field them.

[allrounder]

[ G'raha doesn't say anything to Cain's comment, but his ears do twitch a little bit. ]

Should I have used a red ribbon?

[ He thought maybe he should break up some of it, a nice accent to all of the red he had carefully arranged. ]

[baebladie]

[ A bit too late; regardless of the state that he so happens to catch her in, Blade isn't one to pass judgment on being witness to such raw vulnerability when all of them are being forced to have their aspects drawn in front of them without room for obscurement. ]

The cost of failure will always exist. The twisted images of those failures are another story.

[ Blade doesn't know whether or not all of them are in danger of becoming true, but there is some truth in some of the players' position. All the same...as they exist, why not oppose them? ]

Not even this place can guarantee them. Even if it seems real. You are the one holding yourself back from believing otherwise.