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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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.]

[thesharpestroy]

[The genuine advice does catch Shiv off-guard.] The bathtub doesn't fucking work, but...well, there are showers. [She shrugs, a weak little smirk on her face.] Maybe I'll multitask. Get my crying time and my shower time in the same block.

[Shiv didn't grow up around any girls her age either. Crying was always a sign of losing in her family, so she learned to be tougher than a little girl usually has to; she didn't want her dad to have yet another reason to see her as weaker than her brothers.

Maybe she feels more like crying over these past few days in part because he's not around to front for anymore.]

[distain]

I don't really care for them. [They've not really caught on, since she hypothetically predates their wide adoption.] I wish the bath was working... and that I had my own, more's the point.

[She crosses her arms, rubbing the upper crease of her long sleeve.]

Do people feel sorry for you when you cry? [And despite the bizareness of the question, it isn't a general you. It's about Siobhan, a sudden and nasty unfulfilled curiosity seizing her. She wants to know what that would be like.]

[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.]

[distain]

[She speaks so freely... It's atrocious language, so foul that she'd be tempted to dismiss her baseness out of turn. But to hear her tell her story, it sounds like she goes toe-to-toe with men on a regular basis. Calls for equality between the sexes are still rare.]

I believe they'd think that of you regardless of if you cry.

[Not shade - it's simply a losing equation. Unfortunately for Shiv, she doesn't seem to be particularly well-versed in giving sympathy or comfort to others, either, at least not in the tender way that some girls often are.]

Should I leave you alone?

[thesharpestroy]

[Shiv furrows her brow at someone nearly two decades younger than her having more wisdom about how the men in their lives see them than she did back then. Eighteen-year-old Siobhan Roy naively thought she could earn more respect if she just proved herself and made her own way in the world. But that simply wasn't how the world worked, or how her father worked.]

...yep. Story of my fucking life.

[It never mattered that she was smarter than her brothers and her dad knew it. She could be the most qualified person in the room and still be at a disadvantage.]

You don't have to.

I'm Siobhan. I don't make a habit of blubbering in public bathrooms, usually, but a woman can self-indulge when she's been kidnapped, you know?

[Honestly, it's refreshing to meet a girl just as shit with comfort as Shiv herself is.]

[distain]

[Then unfortunately she'll have to stay, and does, still keeping her back to the closed door in a way that will probably deter most people from trying to come in.]

Andrew Grace. Of Horlane. [Her family name holds no power or meaning here, and yet it still clings to her. It's always attached to her introductions, unable to be fully shed.]

I assumed this was a politically motivated kidnapping at first. [She glances over at Siobhan where she's sitting.] I might have known how to handle that better than just being a victim of unfortunate circumstance.