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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[coldseep]

( Oh...

He's quiet for a few moments. He didn't want to get teary on anyone, but here he is. )

... I'm sorry. For your beloved... your captain.

( He's presuming, considering. O Captain, My Captain... )

I only had so much power... in the face of someone too willing to die.

( He doesn't know if Angelo's captain is like that, but... he hopes not. )

[cleansheets]

[ Angelo looks like he's been struck. Hwyl is only putting together what he himself implied, and he has nobody to blame for that but himself.

Because he knows, he knows, he knows that the Captain is... That he's... That...

His fingernails dig into his palms, hard enough that he wishes it would draw blood. Blood - blood is alive, and blood is red like...

Red like a comet, a beautiful light in the night sky. Red like the Captain's mobile suit, red like the Captain's jacket, red like the Captain's soul, red like roses.

The Captain is dead.

The simple words he has avoided thinking to the end for days now are finally in his mind, final and inescapable. Angelo thought he might scream, but he finds that he doesn't. There are no sounds to describe this anguish. There is nothing he can do to fill this void.

So instead, there's a simple comment, and his voice barely even breaks saying it. ]

He tired himself out. He was wont to do that.

[ The Captain didn't want to die, but Angelo's never been sure he really wanted to live either. That's what made him so powerful. ]

[coldseep]

( Was it cruel to put it so simply, so bluntly? Hwylryn thinks so, whether or not Angelo thinks anything of it - and he does not think he himself is worth a moment of Angelo's thoughts, not right now. He has his grief to grapple with; he has these memories, wont to be recontextualized in the light of anguish, already vulnerable to the sands of time weathering away the fine details, surely precious to him.

Hwylryn has fought to recall Gwawlyn, though Gwawlyn was from a time so long ago that he is now recalled only in legends - a work of fiction, to those who know his name. Hwylryn has had to fix himself to his memories to hold fast to them - driven a stake through his heart into these memories of his brother - so that he would not forget. And now he must do the same for his sweet, foolish Balthazar? For another thousand thousand years?

Forever?

He doesn't think he can do it. He can't. He won't. Hwylryn hasn't yet changed his mind on this fact. )

... Balthazar was like that, too.

( He says this softly, lest the tears infect the sound of his voice in a way that would sound - gaudy; pathetic. It's so hard to say his name. )

I hope they're both resting well.

( This is what he says in his words, with his weak smile. But what his tone of voice suggests is very opposite: I think I need to rest, too.

It's not as destructive, self-punishing as Angelo. It's simply heartbroken, and resigned. )

suicidal ideation cw

[cleansheets]

[ Angelo at least thinks he understands the unspoken sentiment. He shouldn't be here. He should be with the Captain - Witch has committed the greatest of all sacrileges by ripping him away from their cold and silent embrace. If he could not do anything else for his Captain, then the least would be to make certain he rests comfortably. To hold him until the bitter end, giving all his own warmth for a man who made him come alive in the first place.

Instead he's standing here, listening to the fragile voice of an immortal dragon, who speaks to him of loss.

It seems like a bizarre joke.

Is the Captain resting well...? The Captain always slept when he could no longer help it, like a child who does not know his own limits. And now... now he is resting up for good, leaving the world doomed without him.

And Angelo is still here.

In the end he doesn't find anything to say to Hwylryn. His throat is tight and he won't cry right here, right in front of everyone, and there simply are no words for the enormity of feelings. So Angelo simply nods - to agree? To excuse himself? It's anyone's guess, but he is leaving the room to go and be alone now. ]