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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[thesharpestroy]

[The way Urianger talks does make it harder for Shiv to focus on being pissed off at him with just how...out there it is. She gives a little scoff.]

Alright, Shakespeare, I get the point. Ye fucking gods. But yeah, it's a lot. If we don't get home by the end of this week, Witch might as well just climb in the snake pit himself.

[She shakes her head.] No, it's gonna psych me out knowing you're right outside the damn door. Moment's passed. ...thanks anyway, I guess.

[divineth]

Shakespeare...?

[He moves on from the comment pretty quickly, but now he's going to be looking for Shakespeare in the library later.]

My comrade—experienced in teleportation magicks as he is—offered his assistance to Witch, so I have faith that a solution will be found in due time. It dependeth on the differences betwixt this world's magick and our own.

[That aside...]

Ah, I would hardly keep watch directly outside. I would still be able to hear thee. [Thanks for clearing that up, Urianger.] Thou needst not thank me, however. 'Twas my poor judgement that led to this.

[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.]

[divineth]

[He looks at her curiously.]

I do not. Such magicks are very real in my world. In contrast to thyself, 'tis difficult to imagine a world without it. Thy particularly difficult position becometh clearer by the moment.

[He genuinely sounds sympathetic about it. Damn, the situation is already hard enough to take in. But having no experience with magic on top of it? It really would be difficult to believe.]

[thesharpestroy]

[Shiv doesn't love being pitied, but Urianger sounds genuine enough and it's a different topic than what's actually bothering her, so might as well follow this train of thought. She's curious, anyway.]

Yeah. Unless my mom's secretly been a wicked witch cursing my bloodline the whole time, this is my first run-in with magic. I'm still having a hard time buying it, but telling the guy holding us hostage that there's no such thing as magic sounds like a one-way ticket to being casualty number one. So fuck it, might as well be real.

[divineth]

I would be glad to demonstrate, were it not for the dampening of mine abilities. 'Tis a curious thing that Witch's magic hath not suffered a similar fate, but a blessing all the same that we are not completely trapped within this dimensional pocket.

[It's still weird, though. It's something that will keep nagging Urianger for a while.]