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

[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.]

[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.