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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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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EVENT III: HANG YOUR FEARS

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HANG YOUR FEARS

Come Wednesday morning, the Witch has a message for everyone over their crystals.

『 You know what day it is, right? Sorry to say this week has nothing to do with capybaras. I'm not going to spoil it either, but if you're interested, head to the photo studio. Same as before, I'll give you a reward too.

Later! 』

🖼️

Welcome to your week 3 event! Don't you love Ish's non-elaboration? Surely it bodes well.

Characters who walk to the photo studio will find all the dark rooms open with a sign that says "WELCOME, COME IN" on each of them. For some reason, there's also more dark rooms than there usually are, but it's fine. Stepping inside will find the door closing shut, the only illumination from the red bulb hanging overhead. On the wall are polaroids with images that seem familiar, from nightmares or even reality. The images, moving despite the medium, depict your characters fears brought to life. Characters will be trapped inside until they face them, whether that's acknowledging they exist, interacting with them directly, or some other way of confronting them. Other characters can also witness these fears and see them. Only the owner of the "polaroids" will be trapped in the room.

Participation will net you a reward in the form of an item. To be eligible for a reward, please link to a thread of your character participating here by 2PM EDT/11AM PDT on Friday, March 28tth. We won't be counting comments, just that you did participate in the event!

Characters can participate more than once, but will only receive one reward.

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[remainsilent]

[ Dan Heng can be found in the Aquarium, sitting on the floor and his back against one of the large tanks. There's a plate beside him with an untouched croissant and a notebook opened up. He seems to be scribbling down notes at an incredible rate.

However, all of that probably isn't as interesting as what is coiled near him. There is a long, long critter resting beside him. ( This but large dog sized) ]

[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. ]

[simulacres]

[ ayaka wakes up to a beautiful song. a loud song, right at her ear. half asleep, she reaches out as if trying to turn off an alarm clock… and when she feels a feathery ball, well, the narcissus suite will hear a scream. sorry for the wake up call?

afterwards ayaka will be found at the solarium… alone?

SIKE! if you approach a little too close without warning, a little flying missile will swoop down in front or over you, chirping an angry little tune— it’s extremely cute, though. ]

Ah— uh, sorry about that! I don’t know why it keeps following me, honestly.

[ she would like it if it stopped, actually. ]

[snakeblood]

[ First thing's first is the usual round up of knives, incense, making cigarettes, and what not. Then swing for breakfast.

Later, he'll take some horror books, amongst other things from the library and read them at the solarium. ]

Awful. [ He says, but he's smiling in amusement as he reads them.

At the billiard room, he's taken some paper, ink, and a brush from the workshop and put them on the desk. He stares at it though, drumming his fingers, as if he's not sure what to write. He mutters: ] It's weird.

[ All the while though, a dark snake coils around him, sometimes around his arms, his legs, around his throat. It's tightly wound around him as if possessing him. However, you'll never see it's head (even if you're Cain who can only see the snake), as if it's shy. Or if it's not really a snake at all. Yoonhee won't pay it any mind, as if he's always had this thing with him. ]

narcissus

[distain]

[Waking up these Mondays feels so strange - the plummeting ice bucket feeling of falling asleep on Sunday night feeling compressed and waking Monday morning to feel unfolded and new.

It's much more jarring when someone is screaming a few feet away.

Andrew snaps up out of bed a little abruptly at the scream, one hand snapping to her pillow. There's nothing there, of course. No, there isn't nothing... something jumps away from her hand and flutters to the top of the bed canopy. The response to the scream - and the wake-up song - from above the bed sounds like... barking? Angry and annoyed or laughing throatily, but between the two, it could be either.]

... Did we leave the door open? [Why are there birds.]

Aquarium;

[baebladie]

[ Blade shows up at the aquarium himself after wandering around for a bit.

He has his own spirit animal with (still deciding), and when he sees Dan Heng's, he takes a pause. ]

...New aspect for this week.

[ ... ]

Taking notes on the previous week?

[remainsilent]

[ wolf so he can be the girl dad fandom wants him to be

Dan Heng looks up at him. Then he looks at the creature beside him. It is...rather bittersweet seeing it here ]

Indeed I am. I am trying to write down what I know of Siffrin in case it slips away.

[simulacres]

[ the little robin has decided that the magpie has become its greatest enemy. moving from the bed to the canopy, it flaps its wings around the magpie in a challenge. how dare it get close to ayaka!? it should pay! pay!!!

ayaka, on the other hand, stares up at the display with a look of exhaustion. ]

Don’t tell me he gave us pets to take care of.

[antemeridian]

[ This week, now that she's expecting it, Homura doesn't wake quite as on edge as she has the previous, thus primrose suite can be spared her paranoia for once. The gong of the clocks is no less imposing, though, so even if she wanted to she can't just lounge around in bed... huh, what's that odd shadow lingering nearby in the canopy?

Anyway, after a morning routine of freshening up, then breakfast in the banquet hall, Homura can be found at the promenade of reflexion in the midmorning, lingering around Ish's statue and plaque contemplatively. Perched atop one of the statues nearby is a large blackbird of some sort, closer to an eagle in size than what you'd normally see from most passerine birds. Its feathers are a glossy, deep black in most of the plumage save for a few portions of bright white around the top of the wings.

Later in the day, she and her shadow can be found wandering the gardens, taking in the various changes. Approach her by where the grotto once was, or any of the other spot the differences around the area? ]

What do you think it is that is responsible for the changes each week? Whim, perhaps?

[ Or something else? In either case, even later on, closer to the evening, you'll find them both in repose at the aquarium. ]

[distain]

[The magpie just turns in a circle as the robin hops around it, KAAAWH-ing every so often in a defensive yell. Though it isn't attacking, it does seem to be more...playing with the robin than taking it as any kind of threat at all.

Andrew leans back against the pillows, folding her hands over her lap. She contemplates if she'll bother leaving bed today.]

I wonder if this means the capybaras are gone. [What's that in her voice? A sense of loss...?]

[simulacres]

……Probably.

[ maybe they don’t deserve nice things after what happened with siffrin.

ayaka turns on her stomach, throwing a pillow over her head as the the birds continue play-fighting. she knows there’s some connection to it, she just can’t be bothered to figure it out at the moment.

she speaks up, muffled through the pillow. ]

Maybe if we ignore it it’ll go away.

[antline]

Oh.

[Sariel looks up at the little bird, remarkably unflummoxed. There's an ant chilling on his shoulder, waggling its antennae.]

It's kind of you.

[????]

gardens

[remainsilent]

[ It's just them, a bird, and a noodle dragon the size of a large dog. ]

Perhaps every death may shape this world in some way.

[simulacres]

[ ??? kind of her?? ]

But I haven't done anything.

[ though since sariel isn't getting closer, the robin stops its vicious attack, settling on ayaka's shoulder instead. it's not mirroring the ant, what are you talking about? ]

[antline]

It...represents you. Like your core. That's the feeling I have.

[He's reaching up to pet his little ant. Pet pet.]

[simulacres]

Dan Heng?

[ ayaka is wowed by the dragon resting by his side, though she's still keeping a decent amount of space between them. the robin flutters behind her, perching on her shoulder. ]

What are you doing?

[distain]

[It wouldn't surprise her. If there were many weeks before the ones they can remember, what else could they have done to earn what they do or do not deserve?

The birds... do not seem ready to stop any time soon, at least on the magpie's end. It tries picking at the canopy, then, realizing it cannot do anything to the fabric in its form, stomps around up there in a huff.]

...Ignoring something usually doesn't erase it. It just seeps in and festers like rot inside wood.

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?

[simulacres]

[ ah.

... ]

I can feel a sort of connection to it, but I don't think I have any part that's connected to me that's this loud and eager to pick a fight.

[ maybe if he were talking about opposites, then maybe she would agree there, but her core? no, she's nowhere near this bold. ]

[cleansheets]

[ (Through all of these prompts there's a medium sized fluffy white dog walking next to him. It is... not friendly. Though whether or not it will be outright hostile depends on who approaches.)

It's Monday, and Angelo wakes up freezing. He's expecting it this time - he's back as he was at the beginning, freshly ripped from the arms of his Captain. The cold that lingers in every part of his body is an unwelcome reminder of what he's lost, but he's not going to show that weakness in front of his roommates. He'll get dressed, fix his hair, put on perfume and continue onward. His hands are shaking, still, but he's getting the hang on making it less obvious.

Angelo perseveres. He just doesn't know what for.

Sometimes in the late morning hours, Angelo can be found in the chapel. He's standing silently for a good bit, but he could never be mistaken for a pious worshiper praying. There's too much hatred in his eyes, the crease between his brows is too deep. And then from one moment to another, he snaps. In an astounding high kick, his boot send the crucifix flying from the altar and crashing onto the floor.

During the day, Angelo can be found in the respawned library, lazily flipping through one of the historical tomes that have appeared. French kings and warlords, one looking less appealing than the last... ]

It's really always been like this... Rotten all the way down.

[ He's talking mostly to himself.

At another point, he's in the gardens - predictably by the rose-bushes. For once, he's not moping though, but talking to (about?) the white dog that insists on following him every second of the day. ]

This is just insulting. Am I really going to have to put up with this all week?

[ In the evening hours, Angelo can be found in the laundry, where he's taking down his dried bedsheets that he'd washed in the morning. Anyone who frequents the laundry room as well might have noticed by now that Angelo washes his sheets quite frequently, so this is not an unusual view.

What may be unusual is the way he suddenly pauses and wraps the sheet all the way around himself, like he's suddenly decided to become a cocoon right here and now. ]