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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[snakeblood]

It's a snake god.

And it's like a spirit. You wanna try making out with a ghost?

[stygiomedusa]

[Measure the weight of your soul by confessing your sins... That's a lot to ask of someone, especially with an audience as it seems like everyone is gathering in the throne room.

Hamel holds one of the rubies, rotating it in her hand as she mulls over what to say. She's not afraid of judgement, but it's still not easy to get the words out.]

...I abandoned my brother to join the endless carnival. I didn't want him to get hurt, and he would have died if he went inside, I'm sure, but selfishly...

[Not that that means anything to anyone else here, really.]

It was for myself, too. It freed me from the life I had more than anything else could have.

[Well, with that out of the way, the ruby goes on to the scale. She does not feel any better getting it off her chest, but it was easier to deal with this confession the second time around.]

[antemeridian]

I don't think they balance out that way. Especially not if you are intending them to be treated as such.

[ as much as certain things equal out to zero, the intent in this particular case...

if you wish to do good, then you do so for the sake of it in itself. or you simply are. not to try to balance some metaphysical scale, and certainly not to try to justify ... yourself. she's seen what happens at the end of that particular road. ]

The soul is immaterial. [ usually. ] The idea of getting a measure of it seems ...

[ odd, flawed, some number of similar descriptors; take your pick. ]

[distain]

She's never really gotten jealous, even though I feel that way all the time. I was hoping she'd play along. And... I guess I wished she'd look my way.

[It's really not fair. But then... maybe the demands she's been making are also unfair.]

[antline]

I've...

Never made out with anyone? That's kissing, right?

[distain]

I might as well. It's not as if it's possible to have any appetite here.

[And the food offering is just macarons... it couldn't be less filling if it tried.

The problem with being encouraged to continue when in a mood, though, is that it only makes her feel more defiant. She wants to throw things because it satisfies her feelings, not because someone told her to do it.

Maybe she'll throw it at her... She's certainly mulling it over.]

[antline]

Yes. The mortals of the Sky Realm.

[Like...all of you except NOT because people are from different worlds, apparently.]

Where do you travel?

[simulacres]

[ ayaka’s staying in the back of the room, looking rather uncomfortable with these confessions. a part of her understands that this is what they should do in order to go home but… can she really confess in front of so many?

if her sins determine the weight of her soul—if something like her even has one—then hers must weigh enough to sink her entire being. ]

[cleansheets]

[ Angelo could be mean about this, but he hears himself in the cadence of that last phrase. He hears himself and he sees a red-clad back, turned to him. Beautiful broad shoulders, heavy and tired from all they are carrying. He wants to call for that figure to turn around, but the words die in his throat in the face of such beautiful solitude. ]

... where is she looking instead?

[snakeblood]

Yeah.

Just don't throw up after your first one. Apparently, that makes more misunderstandings.

[antline]

Don't...throw up......

[He's learning so much.]

[antemeridian]

Perhaps not, but...

[ physically looks around at the overall weight of the general subject matter everyone seems to be gravitating towards. it's hilarious that she can actually do this because of the word cloud effect.

we are leaning much more on the soul-deep feelings than the casual 'i don't always explain things to my friends well' type of confessions here today... ]

I am not sure that most of the others are seeing it that way.

[snakeblood]

Yep. Definitely don't think about gross mucus stuff.

[ New day, new horrors. ]

[antline]

Okay, I won't. [as if he was ordered to do so]

[coldseep]

Did it save everyone?

( the priority here )

[snakeblood]

[ He still doesn't have friends, so don't be embarrassed! ]

[antline]

...

[Hi. It's Sariel again.]

Are you alright?

[coldseep]

( He sees her fidget and look from him out of the corner of his blurry eye, and while he can't guess why - whether it's because his sin discomforts her, or if it's something else - he doesn't seem to press his presence on her while she seems avoidant; perhaps surprising for someone who's made a hobby of harassing Dan Heng.

He just smiles a little sadly in her direction. )

[diel]

[ um hello prove it by not humiliating yourself in front of everyone first, then he'll get it right ]

[snakeblood]

[ He's got no shame, so he's not humiliated though. ]

[snakeblood]

[ Good, you're ready! Theoretically. Though when did this become about him... ]

That's my advice.

[antline]

So again, why was your snake spirit upset that you were kissing someone if you can't kiss them in the first place?

[antemeridian]

Do they usually want to?

[ pick up the same thread of conversation again, that is. ]

[simulacres]

I’m fine.

[ she’s always this sullen, what are you talking about? ]

[diel]

[ not from yoru's point of view, bro is kinda cringe ]