WEEK FOUR

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WEEK FOUR

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The day is rung in by a myriad clocks tolling at once.
It's a familiar sound. It's the first time you're hearing it.

Once again, Monday is upon you, and once again you have just arrived at the castle to meet your new roommates. The last week is gone without a trace - nothing there to remind you of its existence. Injuries have been replaced with the old aches you may have felt before coming here, keepsakes have vanished and decorations have returned to their original state.

Formally, this is a clean slate and a fresh start. But that's not how it feels in your mind - your bodies may be rewound, but your hearts are steadily continuing, carrying the weight of a time that never was.

As always, the castle is new and old at once. Static, yet ever-changing. The curious minds among you may find it a good idea to explore a little.

TIME LOOP:

-Characters wake up with the clothes they had with them at their canon point, like in the intro log unless you wish to have them affected by the weekly effect as early as Monday.
-The state of their bodies is still exactly the same as it was on the intro log (for better or worse). This is independent of the weekly effect.
-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:
- garden, library, promenade
- aquarium → wintering room
- photography studio → tea room

WEEKLY EFFECT

This week the castle's whims have decided to put on a little fashion show! Characters may awaken to find themselves dressed in an outfit that they have once worn... or an outfit that they might have worn, in a future that has never come to pass. These clothes are not period-accurate and instead reflect the characters' own lives and thus worlds! It's time to shine in an outfit you absolutely love - or absolutely loathe!

The drawback is that these magical clothes also cannot be removed until sundown. Whatever outfit you woke up in? You're stuck in it! The only way to escape your dress-up fate is to damage the clothing, but if you do so you'll find yourself stuck naked until the beginning of the next day. The castle's strange properties do at least provide a little cloud of mist that will follow characters around for modesty reasons.

The new clothes will remain after the day of their appearance. They'll lose all strange properties and become garments that can simply be worn or discarded at will, like all other clothing.

(OOC: Counter proposals are open until Tuesday! Murder proposals are closed! Thank you all for your enthusiasm!)

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Comments

[arbalestrier]

[While the party is getting started elsewhere, a cute mascot character stands next to a table filled with almost every gun from the mars room, with arms crossed and giant cartoony eyes staring at you (yes, you). Along with the guns, there is a sign written in English and Japanese that says, “Gun Safety Station”. If you come closer, its head turns to you as it speaks, grimly:]

Fumoffu.

[antemeridian]

[ sure peggle, make calls who gives a shit. this really was a Witch's labyrinth all along, huh. love to see it. only in one of those could something this surreal be happening.

but anyway, presumably Homura is here because something something primroses. ]

... You do not think it is a little late to be trying to teach novices how to handle guns as old as these safely?

[ especially when she's still not sure that half of the things in the Mars Room can be counted on to fire reliably and not misfire or blow up in someone's hands due to lack of maintenance or knowledge? like, who's going to think to clean out the barrel between shots? or, or, or- ]

[arbalestrier]

[It shakes its head.]

Moffu. Fumo moffu fumo, fumoffu moffuru fumo-fumo.

[Moving over to the table, it picks up a sheet of paper and shows it to Homura. It reads, "You can never be too safe."]

[antemeridian]

[ reads the paper. looks back at the tactical mouse. glances at the assembled guns. looks back at the mouse. ]

... I suppose we'd only really have ourselves to blame if we accidentally gave ourselves reason for another carnival even after the Witch said there supposedly wouldn't be any more.

[ this might as well be happening. ]

And what do you intend to do if your students do not understand you through the language barrier?

[ 'why are you talking like that ...' ]

[simulacres]

Is that… a rat?

[ with guns???? is she running a fever????? ]

[arbalestrier]

[Its shoulders slump slightly, and it shakes its head.]

Fumo fumoffu fumo?

[the_obedient_servant]

It is very obviously a hamster.

[littlegentleman]

Fu...moffu...

[He does not know what this means. But please, give him a gun. He is here to learn.]

[arbalestrier]

[It gives him a nod, like he said something totally legit.]

Fumoffu!

[With deft movements despite the lack of, well, fingers, it picks up a pistol from the table and runs through the motions of checking if the gun is loaded. The whole time, it continues to make fumo-ing and moffu-ing noises, like it's giving a lecture or instructions. Once the process is complete, it grasps the gun by the barrel and holds it out to Junior with the muzzle pointed away from any of the party-goers.]

[fourtuity]

[ is this how she's gonna learn she's actually dead? ]

Guess we didn't have enough budget for Mickey?

[arbalestrier]

[That just elicits a small headtilt because what?]

Moffu fumoffu?

[One stubby arm points at itself.]

[remainsilent]

[ Mr. Yang the kids are being corrupted by a Clocky Knock-off ]

Do I want to know?

[arbalestrier]

Fumoffu fumo?

[After a pause, it reaches behind the gun safety session sign and pulls out a piece of paper with a simple message: "Yes".]

[antline]

[...]


[patting it on the head]

[arbalestrier]

[There's a moment where it seems it might flee, but it stays put and lets Sariel do his thing.]

Fumo... Moffuru fumoffu...

[Its shoulders slump a little. What is its life.]

brief shadowbringers spoilers

[allrounder]

[ What the hell, sure.

He’s a little wary of guns only because he once got injured by one in what feels like a faraway time, but… he’ll listen to what this mascot has to say. ]

A useful station for us. I do believe we could use this instruction, myself included.

[ Even if…. It’s delivered like this……… ]

[arbalestrier]

[It nods firmly a couple of times in a gesture that might be cute if not for the context.]

Fumo!

[The large eyes appear to stare at G'raha for a moment, after which it takes a few papers from the table, holding one out for him to take. The words on the sheet are handwritten in relatively neat print and is titled, "Rules of Gun Safety". It lists a number of basic rules such as not pointing the muzzle at something you don't intend to shoot, keeping your finger off the trigger, etc.

Very reasonable, if, you know, the instructor wasn't incomprehensible otherwise.]

[uiscebeatha]

[ The fit he's got on even has a gun holster, though it's empty. Cain doesn't know this, though. ]

You're a cute little guy. [ Patting him on the head! ] What's this about guns?

[arbalestrier]

[After Sariel's headpatting, it's more sedate by the time Cain decides to roll around to add to another round of it. It's fine. This is just its life now.]

Fumoffu fumo.

[There's a gesture over to the sign on the table, and it uses its arms to pantomime holding a gun and racking the slide back which... obviously doesn't mean shit here with the age of these guns, but it glances at him like it's confirming if he understands.]

[oncefallen]

[Vanis is here and he is dressed to kill so sure, let's give the fallen angel a gun.]

Hahaha... is wearing the costume a critical part of the safety exercises?

[arbalestrier]

[It shakes its head a little vigorously and then proceeds to make an odd show of using its arms to push its own head up in an attempt to yank it off, which mostly just seems to shove the 'mouth' up like it's making some weird face at Vanis. After a few more attempts at this, it stops and points to its head.]

Moffu fumo fumoffu.

[ocenon]

[ man Cath Palug is a lot less intimidating than what Richard was expecting. Also with significantly more guns. ]

[arbalestrier]

[and yet... its eyes stare at Richard with a fierce glint, like it's daring him to come closer and learn the art of gun safety.]

[the_obedient_servant]

Hello, sir. [They hold out a hand to shake.]

[arbalestrier]

Fumo fumoffu fumoffu.

[It stares at Chara after saying that, but it does reach out with one of its arms to accept. Despite lacking an actual hand, it's still able to grip theirs for a proper handshake. It's soft.]