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

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Comments

[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. ]