WEEK ONE

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WEEK ONE

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Maybe being swept away to a fancy castle isn't what you wanted (Hickey aside), but the fact of the matter is that you're stuck here, at least for now. Thankfully there's enough food even if hot chocolate for breakfast might be a bit rich for some palates. There's at least a stock of raw food in the kitchens, but your hapless kidnapper is a Witch, not a chef, so you'll have to perform your own, manual kitchen magic if the provided meals aren't to your liking.

Just try not to burn the place down before you get the chance to take your host at his word (that you'll be leaving in a week's time, certainly, trust).

If you do get the cabin fever immediately, the grounds are a beautiful reprieve from the great indoors -- and if nothing else, perhaps you can find time to get to know your fellow guests. The weather is gorgeous all week, cheerfully sunny, which lends something to the mood.

WEEKLY EFFECT

This week, characters will feel heightened emotions periodically. If they're very happy about something, it'll feel like the best thing in the world! If they'd usually brush off something mildly annoying, suddenly it'll grate on their nerves. This effect will last throughout the week until investigation and is completely optional.

[OOC: Welcome to Week 1! Despite the lack of any threatened murder (except in Witch's direction), there will be a case this week. We'll have a small optional event on Wednesday at 1PM EDT/10AM PDT, but it won't require real time threading and can be done over the course of the week. ]

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[littlegentleman]

I think too much might hurt my stomach.

[He wasn't used to such rich drinks. When he did get a special treat, he was always careful to practice moderation. The way Junior watches Clover explain, it's like he's learning an overwhelming concept. So many flavor combinations--how could one possibly ever try them all?]

Marshmallows...I think I'd like to try that.

bathroom

[divineth]

[A perk of Elezen ears that they can pick up on distant sounds, so Urianger does unfortunately hear Shiv's weeping as he passes by the bathroom.

A few steps inside to investigate and he quickly realizes he's been noticed.]

Ah... My sincerest apologies. [He peers through the entryway.] I merely wished to see if thou art well. I understand the situation at hand is troubling, to say the least.

[fourtuity]

Oh, yeah, wouldn't wanna overdo it. You have way more restraint than I do. [ Says the girl who absolutely overdid it when she was younger.

Anyway, she starts going through her mental inventory of the kitchen. Which isn't going super well since it's not like she has photographic memory. ]

...Not sure if marshmallows are in the kitchen! But I'll grab some if I see them. Everyone should totally try hot chocolate with marshmallows at least once. It's like a classic. A sweet, sugary classic.

[littlegentleman]

You don't have to go out of your way.

[It was just a passing fancy--if she was in the kitchen for any other reason, he didn't want her to get distracted on his behalf. Setting the mug to the side for a moment, Junior fiddles with his croissant, distractedly tearing off a corner of the flaky bread.]

Thank you, though. That's really kind of you.

[thesharpestroy]

You always waltz right in when you hear a woman crying in the bathroom? Fucking pervert. [She scrubs at her eyes, clearly annoyed but also not quite able to let that overpower the general sad she feels.]

I'm not--that's not what's going on. This is the worst fucking time for me to get kidnapped by the shitty magician cult, don't get me wrong, but I'm not crying because fucking Witch got to me. [Shiv sniffles a bit before she keeps talking. Maybe snapping at people and coming off as erratic isn't the best thing in a hostage situation. Can't look like an easy target.]

Look, I've just had the longest seventy-two hours of my goddamn life and thought I had time for a ten-minute cry about it.

[fourtuity]

[ She has questions about why this kid hasn't had hot chocolate before, but somehow Junior has managed to dodge the bully zone unlike most of the boys here. So he's not getting gleefully prodded. Congrats? ]

Hey, it's not like I wouldn't want some later too! It's a great pick-me-up. So there, I'm totally using you an excuse to find some. Which means no need to thank me.

[littlegentleman]

[Bullying him would be so unsatisfying anyway. He'd just look sad. Well, more sad. He already looks kind of halfway melancholy like, 90% of the time. Junior slowly chews on his bit of croissant before deciding how to respond. She said he didn't need to thank her, but he still felt like he should repay her for being considerate. Even if it was self-serving consideration.]

I suppose...if there's anything in particular you like, maybe I could pick it up for you if I come across it?

[divineth]

N-Nay, I-- [Ohhh he's cringing. He feels such immediate regret.] I do not make a habit of it, nay. I apologize. 'Twas wrong of me to intrude unannounced.

[Bowing his head in apology, he almost excuses himself right there, but Shiv continues so he lingers in the entryway. And for what it's worth, he doesn't seem to be judging her for showing emotion. People should be upset about this.]

'Tis no simple feat to acclimate thyself to circumstances thou didst not ask for, let alone consent to.

[And though Shiv said Witch didn't play a factor here, he sure didn't help with the terrible first impression he left.]

I shall leave thee to thy privacy, and if it pleaseth thee, I shall also ensure no others come this way.

[fourtuity]

[ Clover doesn't wanna insist otherwise and make Junior feel bad, so this is probably a time for a compromise? Probably. She thinks it counts as one. ]

Hmm... Well, if you see something with a clover motif, that'd be pretty cool to see.

banquet

[coldseep]

It's yummy, right?

( he has a whipped cream mustache from sippin his, as you do )

I've never it like this before, either.

[cleansheets]

[ If he hadn't been too busy having a breakdown when he first saw Urianger, Angelo might have greeted him with an audible 'what the fuck?!'. He's past verbalizing that now, but the emotion is still felt. What is UP with this man. ]

Somewhat. I'm less looking for stars and more for Earth's immediate environment though.

[cleansheets]

[ He gives her a look, calling up her plaque in his mind. An almost normal one, even relatable in part. Someone else who is out of their depth with this bizarre situation forced upon them. ]

Really? What makes you so certain of that? As far as I'm concerned, most of this is gibberish.

[baebladie]

[ There is silence. There is no presence.

Or rather...

Through the bushes emerges suddenly one black-haired man without much warning. ]

Someone is here.

[ And, apparently, in good spirits at the suddenness of his arrival. ]

[baebladie]

More sharpness.

[ Essentially, 'more stabbiness'. ]

But, granting more details should also be a priority. There is much lacking in the craftsmanship.

Somehow, it doesn't seem realistic to have a room like this with so many useless weapons.

[ Or perhaps Blade is just judging it for the lack of perceived in effort in making them all dangerous. ]

breakfast?

[frostlight]

[Tia blinks, then arches an eyebrow, questioning as she straightens in her chair.]

What?

[frostlight]

[Drawn by the outburst, Tia greets him with a sarcastic retort at the threshold.]

Why don't you ask the witch?

bathroom

[frostlight]

[Tia, who's not even here for biological business and instead for exploration, stops mid step upon walking in on the unexpected scene. Annoyance is one thing, but the tears take her by surprise.]

Are you . . . crying?

[baebladie]

I am. I travel through space regularly with others. Not simply just for leisure.

[ A little more forthcoming than Blade would normally be this week, but good mood vibes all around ensure a bit more of that even if he is lacking in conversation skills; he does finally look from away the telescope to cast a gaze on Urianger.

Who is apparently a giant. Alright, then. He is used to seeing alien species at the very least. ]

...You hold a deep interest in the stars. Is it really only incidental?

bullseye

[littlegentleman]

[Junior is of two minds about this behavior. On one hand, he very much understands it, even appreciates it. On the other...perhaps a bit more discretion would be less disconcerting to some of the other individuals that had been brought here. Oh well. For now, it's useful information.]

Actually, I'd like to watch. If you don't mind.

mars room

[uiscebeatha]

It is weird.

[ Cain's over here, studying the armor. He wasn't expecting company in the room with him, but no matter. He turns around to face the voice, but his gaze wanders up over the elevated displays instead. ]

The collection feels unnecessarily thorough, too... [ It definitely isn't a proper armory, that's for sure. Which is both disappointing and unsettling. ] Maybe Witch [ assuming it's Witch, ] just wanted a bunch of different weapons but wasn't interested in using them?

[ which sucks because he wants his SWORD back ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain, having made a very important discovery in the ballroom, hears the familiar voice from the room next door. With a grin, he grabs his prize, hides it behind his back, and strides over to the door to the billiards room— ]

Bradley, was that you? Are you in here?

[divineth]

[Clearly Angelo has never seen an Elezen before. Which is fine. Only one other person in the group actually has.

He steps over to review the charts for himself.]

By "Earth", dost thou refer to thy home star?

[divineth]

[He shakes his head as he looks down to meet Blade's gaze.]

Nay. I am trained in the art of astromancy, thus do I oft study the movement of celestial bodies for my purposes. Only once I have I traveled among the stars myself, but I still hold interest in what lieth beyond my home world.

[distain]

[It's so emptily silent and for so long after she speaks that Grace nearly turns away again with only the sense of the quiet and no inclination that another person is there.

When Blade emerges from the bushes, her hand jumps to her chest. Though her intake of breath is sharp and narrow, she doesn't get up from her seat by the fountain.]

That's a good trick. Don't you think it's a little late to be sneaking around like that?

bathroom

[distain]

Ah. Someone is in here. I really must get used to sharing. [The crass language or the quick flinch stops Andrew in her tracks; she freezes with it half open and her body half-wedged into the entranceway. After a moment, she steps inside and closes the door behind her, leaning her back against it.]

... You should run the water next time. It'll hide the noise.

[Noble girls do benefit from increased privacy in their own dormitories, and Andrew herself was afforded a private room as the daughter of the chairman. She's not around the other girls enough for it to matter. And yet... there are some habits you learn.]