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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[dumbface]

Because they attack me first.

[ duh (not duh! that isn't what he said before!) ]

[thesharpestroy]

[There’s tall guy’s confusion about Shakespeare despite talking like he’s method acting Hamlet, and then there’s his confident assertions about magic as if it’s something real and not just some great big hoax.]

You don’t think Witch is just fucking with us about the whole magic spell pocket dimension thing, then? That kind of shit’s only real in storybooks where I come from.

[While everybody was pretty fired up learning their circumstances, Shiv doesn’t remember anyone else being especially skeptical about the magic part. Maybe she’s the odd one out in this case.]

[remainsilent]

Not here.

[ This is getting dangerous... Dan Heng is going to start backing away. ]

If you want the debt paid, then follow me.

[ Can't risk everyone else here so he's just going to take off out of here. Bye everyone! ]

[coldseep]

( He'd meant to comfort Yoru in his own suffering - lacking in context, but caring enough to at least want to offer a hug - but he'd been so wrapped up in this sudden, overwhelming emotions he'd just... wallowed, and begun to sink.

It is hard to let go. He's never been good at it. He struggles, even now.

... )

... What came after, for you? That made you so happy?

( The answer doesn't need to be a literal thing - his fate, exactly. What comes after when you no longer let someone save you? When you can no longer be saved? Relief? Peace? Is that what he'd denied Balthazar...?

It is unfair to ask Yoru this. He isn't Balthazar. It might be cruel to ask. But he is selfish, as kind as the people may be here, to try to reassure him otherwise. )

[distain]

How could she not know I want her to? ["Supposed to" doesn't factor into it, even in her emotional state. Andrew knows that what he's insinuating can't possibly be true. Though she had only asked for love, how could she not also want to know, however briefly, that someone would miss her if she was gone?]

She's the only one in the world... I've ever had.

[Sick with yearning.]

[antemeridian]

Surely there are more duties for the priests to attend to than simply hold confessional all the time.

[ it's okay... she does not see... the word cloud has so many things to do with love and relationships at this point... ]

Shouldn't they be relieved that they have more time for them, if lightening one's burdens is truly as simple as this?

[coldseep]

( Mmm... )

... Then I guess it was worth it. You can't always help someone... or more than one someone... without a sacrifice. Even if it's not an ideal one, for a human.

[thesharpestroy]

Fuck, I hear you. Can’t remember when I last had time to take an actual hot bath.

[Not enough time for little comforts, especially not lately.

The question takes her by surprise, folding her own arms as she considers.]

I don’t know. Maybe the shitty kind of feeling sorry where they think “oh, well of course you’d cry about it, Siobhan. You don’t have the stomach to play with the big men.” Part of why I fucking hate crying.

[She can only think of a few men who felt like they were giving her genuine sympathy upon seeing her cry. Fuck, that’s depressing.]

[thesharpestroy]

[She’s not sure just how much she wants to open up, but something about how oddly off guard she feels right about now keeps her from defaulting to “mind your business” when she answers.]

Well, twelve hours ago, I was juggling selling my dad’s company and preparing for his funeral. Now that I’m here I have no way of knowing if both go to shit on top of, you know…the whole fucking mess of having a dead dad.

[coldseep]

( Mm... He likes this answer, even if it may not clear the storm in his heart. )

Would you still feel that way even if the things you did for love hurt your beloved?

[thesharpestroy]

[The light attitude does make Shiv a little less instantly defensive: it’s not quite mocking but not quite condescendingly pitying.]

You mean you don’t like marble men judging you?

[There’s a bit of humor once she clears up her sniffling.]

I’m usually more of a minimalist aesthetic cryer. Makes the whole thing feel less fucking dramatic than…well, the Greeks.

[littlegentleman]

[He considers the question, and how he previously seemed uncertain when his friendly roommate had used the word exciting.]

Yes...I think maybe it is. Do you think there will be other exciting things that happen?

[littlegentleman]

[If he isn't worried about the nutritional value, Junior can only assume one thing.]

I think if we were being poisoned, it would have happened right away.

[littlegentleman]

I see.

[It's hard to say whether Junior is more or less difficult than your average child. It's really a unique scenario all around.]

That's alright. I don't know many other children, either.

[With some clear awkwardness, he attempts to continue the conversation. Witch had said to try and get along with everyone!]

Do you prefer fiction or nonfiction books?

[cleansheets]

[ An Earthnoid, then. Angelo isn't sure if he should feel kinship for being from the same kind of planetary system or disdain for her as one of the elites. It... well, it really depends on the outcome of this conversation, doesn't it? ]

Seriously. We've got computers to navigate space for a reason. This is middle ages bullshit... and it doesn't seem to document any of the colonies either.

[cleansheets]

[ Well. That just makes Angelo bark out a laugh... ]

Hardly feels like a secret worth keeping. If it's a god who's absence hasn't been noted, he can't have done much good to the world to begin with.

[coldseep]

( omg!!! )

I think that you don't take things lying down is wonderful. Why not push for what you believe in?

( don't listen to him this princess has a clear and established bias-- )

[arbalestrier]

[There's a glance over at Junior when he speaks up, but Sousuke's focus goes back to sighting along the barrel of the gun. It doesn't take long for him to pull the trigger again, but while it's clear he's not aiming down, the bullet embeds itself in one of the books near the bottom. His usual frown deepens ever so slightly when he sees the result.

Turning back to the supplies on the fabric, he starts the process of reloading the gun with another round.]

What did you think of that shot?

[uiscebeatha]

[ Cain's face is similarly dour when he places the ruby down and turns to leave...

...but he cheers up as he walks away. It seems whatever happened, he's past it now. ]

[coldseep]

Well, I may or may not have seen some somewhere . . . But, if I have, what would you give me to trade that information to you?

[coldseep]

Have you been hurt like that before?

( about the backstabbing thing... )

[coldseep]

( finally, the fabled affair...! )

Why did you marry him?

[coldseep]

( Ah... the gesture is small, but weighty. He can't bear anything alone - but it's cruel to hope to share it with someone as small as this. Surely, all these people - Junior, especially - can barely take their own. )

... You've gone through a lot. ( He smiles a little weakly. ) I'd have hoped you wouldn't understand... for at least another hundred years.

( Would Junior live that long? ... Well, it doesn't matter, he guesses. He, himself, won't be. )

But... I'm also happy that you do. Do you think that's bad of me?

[uiscebeatha]

[ That's Tia's voice. Cain won't look at her, but he'll let his gaze wander up to the clock nearby. ]

...The man who raised my prince. Does he really need a knight to protect him when the one watching over him can do literally everything?

[ He doesn't sound particularly upset by the theoretical question (obviously, it's something he's asked himself before), but there's a faint weight to it. Just faintly. He's always going to be jealous, probably. ]

[uiscebeatha]

[ When addressed, Cain's brows furrow. Not out of judgment, but concern. ]

Were you with other people before you got stranded in the north?