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

[uiscebeatha]

[ He hears her approach, and the moment he hears her voice he stands at attention. From frat boy to soldier real quick. ]

Miss Grace.

[ He turns to her and bows slightly, arm bent at the waist. It doesn't overstay its welcome, though, because soon his attention is right back at the dog and the magpie. ]

I'd say...five, ten minutes, probably.

[ He gives a sheepish little laugh. ]

I don't think he can pick it up.

[distain]

[She doesn't feel like a Duke's daughter here - maybe she never full has - so Andrew is still surprised by the one person in this palace who really treats her like nobility. It's difficult to reconcile with so many things. He can't see her smile or the slight incline of her head, but before she can verbally tell him to ease, he's back to the dog.]

They can't touch anything except ourselves.

[Is the magpie going to try goading the dog into trying to pick up the stick again?

Yeah, it is.]

But I see they're persistent when they want to be.

i can't believe you've done this

[uiscebeatha]

Oh, yeah. That makes sense.

[ His dog is absolutely taking the bait and trying to pick up the stick, bounding back towards it and prancing in circles around it. Maybe he even barks! He's very cute. ]

But now it's looking kind of silly. —Hey!

[ He suddenly shouts, whistles, and claps his hands. The dog looks up at him. ]

Forget about it! Come back!

[ And the dog obeys, running back towards Cain, who kneels to give him aggressive pets when he arrives. They truly are the same... ]