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

[antline]

Okay.

[Though...he's a little dubious, looking at the water.]

I don't know how to swim. I don't have my floaters.

[obtect]

[floaters..............................cute.]

It's not that deep.

[But, she supposes you can drown anywhere.]

I'll pull you out if anything goes south.

[antline]

...Okay.

[A little hesitant, but...he's moving to the side, sitting on the edge, and letting himself in.]

[He's a tall scrungly fella, so it really isn't that deep. His ant daemon crawls to the top of his head.]

What do you have there? In your hands.

[obtect]

It’s a chrysalis. The irony is really funny if you know who I am, promise.

[She figures there’s some kind of significance to it, as it doesn’t seem to leave her no matter how hard she tries…

She flicks her eyes over to examine Sariel. Make sure the tall fella doesn’t sink in.]

Is that an ant on your head?

[antline]

I...rony? I don't understand. I think its pretty. A chrysalis...yes, I remember. It turns into something very nice. A beautiful insect.

[He nods.]

Yes. He's me.

[obtect]

[Well...far be it from her to argue with Sariel. Even she can't muster to get into a fight with him.]

He's...you? Like, metaphorically, or...?

[antline]

I don't know. But the ant feels like...me.

[He pets the ant. Pet pet.]