WEEK THREE

[lesmodsalouette]

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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MONDAY

[lesmodsalouette]

[remainsilent]

[ Dan Heng can be found in the Aquarium, sitting on the floor and his back against one of the large tanks. There's a plate beside him with an untouched croissant and a notebook opened up. He seems to be scribbling down notes at an incredible rate.

However, all of that probably isn't as interesting as what is coiled near him. There is a long, long critter resting beside him. ( This but large dog sized) ]

Aquarium;

[baebladie]

[ Blade shows up at the aquarium himself after wandering around for a bit.

He has his own spirit animal with (still deciding), and when he sees Dan Heng's, he takes a pause. ]

...New aspect for this week.

[ ... ]

Taking notes on the previous week?

[simulacres]

Dan Heng?

[ ayaka is wowed by the dragon resting by his side, though she's still keeping a decent amount of space between them. the robin flutters behind her, perching on her shoulder. ]

What are you doing?

[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?

[caporegrimme]

[Goodness, you have such long whiskers in your real form, Dan Heng.

Scarlet, of course, notices Dan Heng's companion]

A dragon...? I didn't think that would be possible at all.

[Seems like such a jump for the fantastical!]

[allrounder]

[ It's not hard to spot Dan Heng when he's got a dragon coiled near him. It catches G'raha's eye, but what draws him closer is curiosity over whatever the man is writing down. ]

Keeping records?

[ A creature follows G'raha shortly behind him, tiptapping on the floor. ]

[spotsalone]

[ After his usual Monday rotation of food, laundry, and bathing, Hickey can be found lounging in the solarium, rolling a set of cigarettes for the week. Interestingly, he seems to be unaccompanied by an animal companion. ]

Annoying, isn't it? Having to reset like so each week.

[ Later in the evening, he's perusing the aquarium, still lacking an animal counterpart... until he thinks he's alone. A small lump on his coat that otherwise looked like an odd rumple in the fabric twists, detaching itself to float next to him. The tiny octopus shakes out its tentacles as its color shifts from deep blue to a lighter yellow. It's peppered with a number of vibrant blue rings.

Hickey regards the thing with a hint of conspiratorial irritation, but smirks as it swims up to the tank containing an assortment of much larger octopods. ]

You belong in there with them, you know. Go make friends and quit sliming all over my clothing.

[ Given its incorporeal nature, it's not actually leaving any residue, but, still! He can feel how gross and weird it is. ]

solarium

[distain]

Not me. I suppose I should be grateful for it.

[Andrew is placid, a little quieter, and even less interested in seeking out other people than she has been previously. The magpie following her, however - not a very docile or quiet bird - lets out a caw that sounds particularly sardonic.]

It's enough to make me want to ask you for one of those. [Her eyes flit to his rolling papers.] Why not if it doesn't mean a damn thing?

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. ]

Solarium

[caporegrimme]

We can't do anything about that just yet, so we'll have to figure out how to get used to it. I trust you haven't been having trouble with that?

[Scarlet also doesn't seem to have an animal companion!]

solarium

[obtect]

[Caroline nods to the cigarettes. A small chrysalis hangs off the collar of her coat.]

Feel like sharing?

[simulacres]

[ ayaka wakes up to a beautiful song. a loud song, right at her ear. half asleep, she reaches out as if trying to turn off an alarm clock… and when she feels a feathery ball, well, the narcissus suite will hear a scream. sorry for the wake up call?

afterwards ayaka will be found at the solarium… alone?

SIKE! if you approach a little too close without warning, a little flying missile will swoop down in front or over you, chirping an angry little tune— it’s extremely cute, though. ]

Ah— uh, sorry about that! I don’t know why it keeps following me, honestly.

[ she would like it if it stopped, actually. ]

narcissus

[distain]

[Waking up these Mondays feels so strange - the plummeting ice bucket feeling of falling asleep on Sunday night feeling compressed and waking Monday morning to feel unfolded and new.

It's much more jarring when someone is screaming a few feet away.

Andrew snaps up out of bed a little abruptly at the scream, one hand snapping to her pillow. There's nothing there, of course. No, there isn't nothing... something jumps away from her hand and flutters to the top of the bed canopy. The response to the scream - and the wake-up song - from above the bed sounds like... barking? Angry and annoyed or laughing throatily, but between the two, it could be either.]

... Did we leave the door open? [Why are there birds.]

[antline]

Oh.

[Sariel looks up at the little bird, remarkably unflummoxed. There's an ant chilling on his shoulder, waggling its antennae.]

It's kind of you.

[????]

[caporegrimme]

[From the depths of Scarlet's cloak, a little feathery head pops up too. Looks like Ayaka isn't the only one who has a cute little songbird!]

I think it might just want a ride with you--

[Scarlet raises an arm to try to protect his face, in case the little flying missile decides it's going to use its talons anytime soon. At least scarlet isn't blaming Ayaka for this]

[whileaway]

[How unfortunate for Break's ears, then, that every Monday has him wake up in the Narcisus suite, instead of wherever he actually went to bed. The birdsong was muted enough to be pleasant from a bed away... The shriek a bit less so.]

Is it so shocking to be here once again?

[obviously that must be what Ayaka is yelling about, right?]

[oncefallen]

[You know, honestly Vanis deserves to be divebombed and he knows it, so he ain't even mad. Instead, he just laughs as the little bird flies around him, seemingly somewhat baffled by the existence of his halo.

The white fox that's following at his heel tilts its head, curious.]

Let me guess: it was there when you woke up?

[snakeblood]

[ First thing's first is the usual round up of knives, incense, making cigarettes, and what not. Then swing for breakfast.

Later, he'll take some horror books, amongst other things from the library and read them at the solarium. ]

Awful. [ He says, but he's smiling in amusement as he reads them.

At the billiard room, he's taken some paper, ink, and a brush from the workshop and put them on the desk. He stares at it though, drumming his fingers, as if he's not sure what to write. He mutters: ] It's weird.

[ All the while though, a dark snake coils around him, sometimes around his arms, his legs, around his throat. It's tightly wound around him as if possessing him. However, you'll never see it's head (even if you're Cain who can only see the snake), as if it's shy. Or if it's not really a snake at all. Yoonhee won't pay it any mind, as if he's always had this thing with him. ]

[antemeridian]

[ This week, now that she's expecting it, Homura doesn't wake quite as on edge as she has the previous, thus primrose suite can be spared her paranoia for once. The gong of the clocks is no less imposing, though, so even if she wanted to she can't just lounge around in bed... huh, what's that odd shadow lingering nearby in the canopy?

Anyway, after a morning routine of freshening up, then breakfast in the banquet hall, Homura can be found at the promenade of reflexion in the midmorning, lingering around Ish's statue and plaque contemplatively. Perched atop one of the statues nearby is a large blackbird of some sort, closer to an eagle in size than what you'd normally see from most passerine birds. Its feathers are a glossy, deep black in most of the plumage save for a few portions of bright white around the top of the wings.

Later in the day, she and her shadow can be found wandering the gardens, taking in the various changes. Approach her by where the grotto once was, or any of the other spot the differences around the area? ]

What do you think it is that is responsible for the changes each week? Whim, perhaps?

[ Or something else? In either case, even later on, closer to the evening, you'll find them both in repose at the aquarium. ]

[cleansheets]

[ (Through all of these prompts there's a medium sized fluffy white dog walking next to him. It is... not friendly. Though whether or not it will be outright hostile depends on who approaches.)

It's Monday, and Angelo wakes up freezing. He's expecting it this time - he's back as he was at the beginning, freshly ripped from the arms of his Captain. The cold that lingers in every part of his body is an unwelcome reminder of what he's lost, but he's not going to show that weakness in front of his roommates. He'll get dressed, fix his hair, put on perfume and continue onward. His hands are shaking, still, but he's getting the hang on making it less obvious.

Angelo perseveres. He just doesn't know what for.

Sometimes in the late morning hours, Angelo can be found in the chapel. He's standing silently for a good bit, but he could never be mistaken for a pious worshiper praying. There's too much hatred in his eyes, the crease between his brows is too deep. And then from one moment to another, he snaps. In an astounding high kick, his boot send the crucifix flying from the altar and crashing onto the floor.

During the day, Angelo can be found in the respawned library, lazily flipping through one of the historical tomes that have appeared. French kings and warlords, one looking less appealing than the last... ]

It's really always been like this... Rotten all the way down.

[ He's talking mostly to himself.

At another point, he's in the gardens - predictably by the rose-bushes. For once, he's not moping though, but talking to (about?) the white dog that insists on following him every second of the day. ]

This is just insulting. Am I really going to have to put up with this all week?

[ In the evening hours, Angelo can be found in the laundry, where he's taking down his dried bedsheets that he'd washed in the morning. Anyone who frequents the laundry room as well might have noticed by now that Angelo washes his sheets quite frequently, so this is not an unusual view.

What may be unusual is the way he suddenly pauses and wraps the sheet all the way around himself, like he's suddenly decided to become a cocoon right here and now. ]

[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. ]

[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.]

[divineth]

[It's a relief to see the library in one piece again, and better yet...this week's selection is absolutely divine. Urianger can be found reading in there for much of the day, with a big stack of books at the table with him. There's a selection of poetry, astrology and theater that he's intent on chewing his way through before the week is over. At least it's something to focus his mind on that isn't...the horrors...

Either curled up in his lap or sniffing around the library is this cute little guy.

After that, Urianger and his little animal companion make a trip to the Promenade of Reflexion to drop off some items at the little shrine taking shape. He kneels down and places a scattering of paper stars among the existing offerings, then cracks open a theater book to read a few passages aloud before it too joins the shrine.

When day succumbs to night, Urianger spends some time in the observatory, viewing the night sky through the large telescope on the top platform. He has a few of the star charts nearby, as well as an astrology book. He'd like to be able to actually view the constellations he's read about...]

[lesmodsalouette]

[Sometime on Monday, something has changed in the Promenade of Reflexion...]