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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[baebladie]

[ Blade is content to be where he is, watching her end up being surprised.

Then, he crosses his arms. ]

I've been awake for far longer before. Until the sun rises, and dawn breaks.

[ He muses, as if he was talking in a state of normalcy - which, for him, it sadly is. ]

I was appreciating the garden.

[ ...And then something nonsensical came out of it. What else is Blade to do with this peppy energy? ]

[distain]

What a worthwhile view you must have had.

[He came out of nowhere, but he made himself known. If he was going to muffle her or stage a surprise attack, the time for that has passed. Despite any initial jump her heart felt seeing someone pop out of the foliage, she becomes a bit more relaxed.]

You were appreciating it from the shadows? I guess you saw something good.

[Actually, he does seem almost aggressively cheerful for someone who was skulking.]

[baebladie]

It's well worth it.

[ Look at them, blooming. Some a reflection of far more dire paintings that can only be indicated by the tragedies of life, and some simply incidental—but no less striking.

The view is wonderful indeed - and the heightened emotion of that joy is nothing small. ]

I did.

Even if vibrant, they're transient—and when they wilt, you can't help knowing they'll have reached satisfaction.

[ Blade reaches out to pluck a flower suddenly and ruthlessly from its place, smiling—expressing a strange cheerfulness. ]

What do you think of them?

[distain]

I can't help but think that someone who would smile at plucking one so ruthlessly envies that satisfaction.

[She's gotten much bolder about talking back, hasn't she? She has to marvel about that, even if it's to herself. It must have something to do with her mood, which is like an ever-present hive under her skin.

She rests her weight on her palms.]

But a flower might also find satisfaction in knowing that it was taken at its most beautiful before it could be seen as useless and ugly.

[baebladie]

[ The woman may have, but is Blade offended? In a state like this, it's hard for him to be, and even if he wasn't, he certainly wouldn't be. As bold as it is for her to point it out in the first place, he won't let the moment fall into silence.

Instead, he'll say: ]

You're right. I am.

[ Plain and simple. It's not exactly the most best admission, but Blade is nothing if not straightforward in these matters. ]

...Time dulls everything; even what's vibrant. A flower naturally be satisfied.

[distain]

[His words feel like a riddle, but at least it's one that she feels like she might be able to follow.]

Naturally... and it's hard to change something's true nature, they say. Did you want to deny it that satisfaction or preserve it?

[baebladie]

[ Speaking of which, Blade turns from the flower, to look at her - to answer. ]

Preserve it...for an eternity.

[ An eternity.

Yes, it is an answer comes swiftly and immediately. Of course, he knows the exact meaning of it, after all. ]

There isn't much that can last forever, unchanging.

[distain]

No, there isn't. [Just how long is eternity? Unlike him, she can't comprehend that length of time at all.]

It will die off and become ugly now that you've cut it, unless you put it away somewhere. But it's at its most beautiful moment right now.

[She tilts her head to the side to rest it on her shoulder sleepily. It would be nice to find a moment that she'd want to last for a long time - even forever. To cruelly take it by force would be selfish, though.]

[baebladie]

[ Not many people here can.

And Blade doesn't want to wish it on anyone.

Yet, in the end he simply and only says this: ]

...Maybe that is just how it should be.

[ To let it be preserved eternally...

Not in physical form. But merely, in one's memory. That beautiful moment is encased in such a gaze, that may forget it all, but in the mind's eye this will be unchanging as it was when seen in this state. ]