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! )

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[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?

[spotsalone]

Is that so?

[ He's caught on to the fact that she's ill and that likely has something to do with her sentiment, but why not leave it for her to elaborate on?

He glances at his neat pile of cigarettes. Why not, indeed. He offers her one, and even lights the match for her. ]

That is one way of looking at it, yes. To some extent, our actions don't matter.

[distain]

It all matters, Mister Hickey... I think the time we have to make something of it is just narrower.

[She bends for the light, unpracticed but not seeming completely foreign to the gesture, but pauses before inhaling from the flame.]

Just tobacco, I hope? Or am I about to have a mouthful of clove?

[She's especially cautious about putting things in her mouth these days, but she just must not have thought about things that aren't food or drink.]

[spotsalone]

[ A little smirk at the question, but he nods. What kind of sick freak do you think he is, smoking clove??? ]

Narrower, I'm not sure. We remember; it's just our bodies that don't seem able to catch up.

[ He shakes out the flame and tosses the spent match into a nearby plant pot. ]

Unlucky for me, but the resets seem to be working in your favor.

[ He's noticed. ]

[distain]

[Andrew sighs then inhales, and, even though she coughs at the hot entry of smoke in her lungs, she doesn't respond nearly as violently as someone who's never smoked a cigar or cigarette would.]

It's good that they have because I've gotten quite unlucky. Sleeping in the rain and then waking up in that fire? I've taken ill two weeks in a row now.

[She lets the cigarette dangle from her knuckles, looking thoughtful. It really has been a strange experience waking up perfectly healthy every Monday, clearly.]

You were in a hostile environment, weren't you? You must just be getting comfortable by the end of the week.

[spotsalone]

True enough. Perhaps you'll have an easier go this week. Seems you're due.

[ He flashes a grin. Someone punch him?? ]

I was, yes. Stranded in the arctic with a grim chance of survival. It is... jarring, to wake up at the start of each week.

[ He thinks on this a moment as he puffs on his cigarette. ]

Hostile though it was, you do get used to such conditions, in a sense. You forget what it's like to have a full stomach, or to be warm. Here, the body forgets, but the mind remembers.

[ It's getting more difficult each week, really. ]

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. ]

[spotsalone]

[ Both Hickey and his octopus startle a little. He does hate being snuck up on. He glances at the dog. ]

True enough. I wouldn't want to be followed around by anything larger all week.

[ Sounds annoying. His octopus doesn't seem to take offense, though. It spins in the air, blue rings flashing as it tries in vain to blend in with the aquarium glass.

Hickey nods at Angelo's companion. ]

You don't like dogs?

[cleansheets]

[ If Angelo knew a single fucking thing about marine biology, the nature of this specific octopus would feel very revealing to him. Unfortunately, he has no clue about it's poisonous nature so the best thing he can do here is conclude that Hickey is slimey and grabby and a sailor. None of which comes as a surprise. ]

Don't like being compared to one so publicly, that's for sure.

[ The dog approaches Hickey a little. Its tail is not wagging, this is not a friendly dog. ]

[spotsalone]

[ He frowns at the dog. He's not exactly an animal person. Even if these things don't seem able to harm others, he still doesn't want it charging him. ]

I can see why. It's quite a standoffish thing, isn't it?

[ Hickey's octopus is unbothered, though. It swims through the air toward the other animal, and then its shape contorts, skin flickering through an array of colors—before settling on a shape and shade that match Angelo's dog.

Hickey, meanwhile, just watches the thing. It's kind of impressive, you've got to admit. ]

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!]

[spotsalone]

Trouble, no.

[ Underselling it slightly. Everyone's likely noticed his Monday routine by now: eat, laundry, bathe. When he wakes up after each reset, he's hardly presentable for civilized company. ]

Though it's still irritating. Jarring, too, going from normal back to the sorry state I arrived in.

[ That's the worst part of it all. ]

[caporegrimme]

No kidding. I'm starting to hate the start of the week now. Waking up in pain and bleeding is unwelcome, to say the least!

[That deadly injury, now healed by this murdergame setting, just keeps happening every Monday and he's not liking that at all]

[spotsalone]

Bleeding, hm? You seem alright now.

[ Hickey WILL win the suffering olympics, thank you!!! He has to wake up really hungry and really stinky. :( ]

solarium

[obtect]

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

Feel like sharing?

[spotsalone]

[ He shrugs, handing her a cigarette. May as well. There's plenty to go around. ]

Now that I no longer have to ration my tobacco, sure.

[ He nods at the chrysalis on her coat. ]

What's that you've got there?

[obtect]

Thanks.

[She’s never actually been a smoker, but maybe there’s no better time to start.]

This thing? Dunno. I mean, it’s a chrysalis, obviously, but I just woke up and it was there. Like some kind of unfunny joke.

[spotsalone]

Huh. I'm not a fan of these new companions myself, but at least most everyone got something interesting.

[ His own little octopus finally reveals itself, slithering over his shoulder from where he's been hiding on his back. It flashes its blue rings, and then dangles itself off of Hickey's collar, contorting its shape to match Caroline's chrysalis.

He glances at it, but it didn't take him long to understand it's just gonna do its thing whether he wants it to or not. ]

Do you expect it will... hatch?

[ Or do other chrysalis stuff? He barely knows what it is. Sorry about your Metapod, buddy. ]

[obtect]

[She watches the octopus try to take shape. Something like that would've been more fitting for her, considering she's a literal shapeshifter. But maybe this is more symbolic.]

I don't know. Maybe? At least, that's what you'd expect.

[She sighs.]

It'd suit me better if it didn't, though.

[spotsalone]

[ Hm. Well that will be an interesting development to watch for, won't it? ]

Why would that suit you better?