bellelurette | WEEK ONE

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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He knew I could do better than him and asked anyway. Probably helped his case by asking me while my dad was in the hospital and I was too fucking frazzled to think anything besides "sure, why not?"

[The number of people who seem confused or incredulous is pretty obvious now, even to him... hm.]

The statement just came to mind. Is it not how this game is played?

Yeah, I don't know. It was something decades ago, so... [ He doesn't get it. ]

It's not an issue.

[He doesn't sound remotely sarcastic about that either. He sounds just as sincere when he continues.]

Are you feeling unwell? Because of the alcohol, perhaps?

[Chara slides in and calls out the correct bluff. Tia angles her head, pondering.]

How long have you been sick?

[She folds her arms in thought about all those deadlines.]

My brothers are probably gonna fuck the deal and use me not being there as a good excuse to cut me out.

And it's not like they can keep my dad in a box indefinitely, so...I'll miss the funeral.

[It takes several hours, but eventually Break makes his way to the throne room. It's several more before he finds himself skimming his hand over the table to select a ruby of his own and copying what others had done.]

Once, long ago, I was called the Red Eyed Specter.

[No elaboration, no fuss, the ruby is irreverently dropped to the scale and left to it's devices.]

[ she's trying super hard to NOT be petty and steer this back (sorta) on course ]

"Cute"? It just means they've hardly been around.

[ a couple of things. things he'll tell hwy eventually. ]

I was free. I'm free - to do things I've never gotten to do.

[ his arms raise, helpless. hopeful. see? he's not chained, even if the past lurks in his shadow.

but he can see that hwy struggles, so... ]

Sorry, I'm sorry, Hwylryn. Sorry... you have to cry. Sorry it hurts.

[A kid, huh. What's that like? This isn't a plight she can understand very well. Having said that . . . ]

Well, that's better than doing nothing. Then that must mean you're stronger now. [Or bolder.]

[ He can't drink to that! How dare you. Mostly because he still can't quantify what love is. ]

[Foisted onto others, huh.]

What are you doing now, then?

[ good guy. bit weird being on this end of the lecture, though... ]

Eh. How were we supposed to know they'd figure out your weakness? Drinking games. Told you, you needed to clean that up. [ so, so fatal. ] Either way, not my problem. You're the one explaining it to the big guy — Gorbsomethingsomething.

I don't think so, either. Even in the order of things, there's a time and place for everything.

[ Somehow that makes it worse, because she can't really snark too hard at him without basically stepping on a rake and hitting herself. ]

I'm okay. I just need a moment to recalibrate my connection with reality, thanks. Shouldn't take long.

( There is a technical answer to this he was thinking of when coming up with the premise, but partyHwy says instead: )

The answer is whatever means you have to drink!