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

cw: talk of gore, 999 spoilers abound

[fourtuity]

[ She's figured it out by now, lucky yet cursed girl that she is. But she steps into the darkness anyway, lighting her way with spite.

But it still doesn't prepare her for the sight of almost endless images of a grey-haired man at various ages dying through various ways—car accident, incineration, gunshot, exploding from the inside out, and more.

Yet that's not all. Sprinkled between them are images of other people (other players, her more cynical side corrects) sprawled out on the ground, blood pooling under them. Anyone with enough CR with Clover can find themselves pictured as well, just as dead as the rest.

In the end, the two small pictures she stops in front of do not depict a corpse. Well, one does, but it's mostly off camera—the main focus is a bloody axe. The other? An elderly man whose hair could be compared to a lion. Out of all the pictures in this room, his voice is currently the loudest.

"Clover, I understand what you're feeling. You don't feel that you can trust any of us.

But you have to understand the more we distrust one another, the further we fall into our true foe's trap. Zero was the one who did those horrible things to your brother. Do you want to let yourself be manipulated by someone who would do such a horrible thing?" ]

So that's the angle here, huh...?

[ She was prepared to fight back against what they show about her brother, steeling herself to yell out loud that she knew he lived and how dare anyone try to say otherwise. Alive, alive, alive. She knew that, kept repeating the words to herself when she was alone with her thoughts. But she didn't expect that voice to be so loud here, giving her pause.

With a grimace, she realizes that she's going to have to rethink her approach here, avoiding looking directly at the corpse pictures. Fake or not, she hates those the most. ]