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]

If anything, we've just made the pot boil faster.

[The last week had been a culmination that might otherwise have been many more days in the making. The magpie accompanying her swivels its head curiously; it looks across the entire crowd as if trying to appraise them all at once...as if wondering which of them will boil first.]

[allrounder]

Mm, indeed.

[ His gaze follows the magpie's, and his carbuncle looks up at Andrew, curious. ]

Trauma has a tendency to give forth to stronger bonds. Given that we have indeed been through much and more already...

[distain]

"Only those who've experienced the same pain can understand each other."

[She says it like she's repeating something very important, and the far-away distance in her voice only underscores that she is thinking of something far beyond their circumstances.

Maybe that's why even she, despite herself, had those fleeting moments where she sought the connection of others. Even Andrew Grace, who had spent her entire life isolated and dependent only on the care of one other person to survive, might have fallen into that trap.]

We should be thankful if it can still unite us after all of this. [That's...probably the last string she has to pluck on this topic for now. She's too blind to figure it out, too separated to intuit what possibly could have united them.]

[allrounder]

[ He looks at her for a long moment, wondering where that inflection of repetition comes from, and what it might mean. Is it something that reminds her of Herta?

…

He doesn’t know, and he feels asking isn’t the right move either. ]

I believe it will, at least in some way.

[ It has to. G’raha won’t allow anything else. ]

[distain]

[She wishes she could have as he does. The fractures are too deep for them to ever fully cooperate, Andrew thinks, but she won't mock his hopefulness just yet. She just can't imagine or embrace it. She closes her eyes, seeming tired now, and leans back with her arms crossed.]

Then we're at a crossroads. The only way to get there is through trust, but it's too dangerous to trust each other blindly.

...Don't forget that. [He is too kind, she thinks. But maybe she's too paranoid.]

[allrounder]

I assure you, Andrew. That is something I will never forget.

[ Trust is hard-won, after all, and he understands why that is.

To say it's even more difficult to earn it in a place that breeds distrust like this goes without saying. ]

I have lived far too long to allow the danger of it to slip me by.

[ And he can tell she's tired now, so he's happy to continue a whispered conversation, or to save it for later.

🎀 ]