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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Comments

[cleansheets]

[ Angelo does show up for breakfast. He doesn't look quite as morose as he did on the day of arrival - he's dressed nicely, his hair is styled meticulously, and he smells of rose perfume. It's just that there is still something distant in his eyes. He doesn't eat much, though he drinks his hot chocolate in silence... at least until he picks up his spoon and instantly drops it. Anybody nearby can easily see that his hands are trembling intensely. Angelo gets up wordlessly and turns to leave without picking the silverware up from the floor.

Later, he can be found in the observatory, flipping through star charts with a frown. He doesn't understand a lot of how these are written, but they're all the same amount of familiar and unfamiliar at once...

In the afternoon, he can be spotted beholding the profile plaques in the Promenade of Reflexion. He's pausing especially long in front of any profiles that mention magic or an improbably lifespan.

Muttering under his breath: ] Just what kind of freakshow...

[ And finally, the most reliably spot you can find Angelo is in the garden by the roses. He's there more than he is indoors, looking at the splendid red with a vacant look in his eyes. ]

observatory

[divineth]

[Angelo ends up with company at some point, in the form of the enormous elf clad in fantasy robes.]

Art thou familiar with celestial bodies?

[It's hard to say if the frown Angelo is giving to the charts is one of complete lack of knowledge or just general confusion over the contents.]

[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.

[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?

[cleansheets]

I've never set foot on it.

[ Well, Urianger, you've stumbled right into a complicated question. ]

But the colony I'm from is in its orbit, so... yes.

plaques for morning luna

[distain]

[She listens to his condemnation of the information on the plaques in silence. Though Angelo's words might not be clear to her, she can't help but hear that he is muttering, and she can't escape the slightly disdainful tone of his whispers.]

It's difficult to wrap my head around it all. I don't get half of it.

[Then, thinking he might be sensitive to feeling his intelligence has been slighted:]

I'm sure you have a greater understanding of the words than I do.

[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.

[distain]

Really? [Both of her eyebrows lift in either curiosity or optimism. She thought that he had much more to judge, going off the tone of his voice.] Here I thought I was the only one out of my depth.

[She's just a girl, Angelo...]

At first I thought I surely was in Hell.

[cleansheets]

[ He can judge without understanding. It's a skill he has nurtured well, do not underestimate. ]

Hah. Well, it would fit for hell to be this ostentatious and gaudy, wouldn't it?

[ He doesn't believe in hell and thinks this is a naive thing to say, but at least it was funny. ]

observatory

[fourtuity]

[ During her re-tour of the castle, Clover pokes her head into the observatory. She's curious about the star charts, but her attempt to read them yesterday didn't work out. And now it looks like there's an opportunity to talk about them.

She walks in with a little more care than usual, trying not to make loud clacking noises with her heels. ]

Hey, I was wondering. Do you know how much of the stars are the same?

[cleansheets]

The same was what? Seen from the Earth Sphere?

[ It feels ridiculous to have to ask, but with all the profiles reading like they're from some silly TV serial, it's better to be safe than sorry. ]

I'm not entirely sure... These analogue maps are needlessly unwieldy.

[ He's so pissed off at this paper. ]

[fourtuity]

[ Oh, right. That's a thing about this place that she should keep in mind. How surreal. ]

Yeah, I'm an Earthling who has no idea how to read those maps. And here I thought nautical charts were a pain.

[ Once she says it, she winces at the memories they bring up. She internally decides on the spot to avoid those words together for now. ]

[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.

profiles

[perfectpower]

[There is a good chance that he's the freakshow Angelo is looking at, so.]

What'd you find?

[cleansheets]

[ .... yeah.

Angelo just looks between Bradley and the profile for a second. ]

A turbo-grandpa.

[perfectpower]

Oh shit which one?

[The fact that there are enough old people on the list for him to say this and not immediately pick up on the jab at him is amazing.]

Profile

[caporegrimme]

They're not that bad. As far as people go, there could be worse ones.

[Says one of the freaks with a vague lifespan]

[cleansheets]

[ High. What do you fucking mean, 'high'. ]

That remains to be seen, doesn't it? Even putting all the dubious nonsense aside, these are hardly proof of character.

[caporegrimme]

You're not wrong. What's important here is how they'll all react under pressure. Everything else is probably less important.

[Especially once murderrrrrs happen. Murdergames, they sure can get intense sometimes]

breakfast

[diel]

[ he sits with the others for breakfast because he’s used to eating as a family, though he tries not to sit too close to anyone. unfortunately he’s close enough to see the trembling, which in turn makes the jenga blocks of nerves in him shudder anxiously.

also unfortunately he has to pick up the spoon (ugh) before he can follow angelo with hurried steps. ]

H-hey, wait!

[cleansheets]

[ ... why would you pick up that spoon, it's floor spoon...

Angelo is equal parts surprised and dismayed to be followed. Being followed means he's been perceived and he doesn't particularly care for his weakness known to all.

This means Yoru is getting snapped at for his efforts. Angelo only turns his head but keeps walking. ]

What's it to you?!

[diel]

I… I dunno, but I saw your hands shake, and…

[ he honestly doesn’t know, except he can’t help but follow angelo still. shaky hands and fingers so tense, they ache to relax from the clawed grip they’ve become. sweat on his palms. and after, always, after - ]

You’re not alright, are you?

[cleansheets]

[ That does make Angelo stop dead in his tracks, and for a moment it's unclear if he might swing to hit Yoru. He doesn't, in the end, but the impulse was certainly present. ]

You have no obligation to care about some stranger's anguish. I'm not out for pity.

[the_obedient_servant]

[There's always an air of... some kind of feeling whenever they reach these places. Memories of a home they once had, moments that defined their future forever.

They trace their fingers delicately over a rose.

The feeling - an undescribable feeling - flares up. It's uncomfortable to experience, and Chara grimaces.]

Is there a reason for your fixation on this place?

[Honest curiosity, despite the framing.]

[cleansheets]

[ Though Angelo is not pleased to be approached (he never is), he's also feeling mellow enough in his sadness that Chara isn't instantly getting snapped at. His tone is still brusque, and he's not making eye contact, but he'll give a real answer. ]

I like roses. My Captain likes them too. They were hard to come by in space.