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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[littlegentleman]

[After watching so many confessions come through of varying severity, Junior feels a little less worried anything he could admit. Still, it's hard to choose something. Which one was the worst? They were all bad things, in different ways, and Junior wasn't fully able to comprehend for himself which was the most morally upsetting. Taking up a ruby, he finally comes to a decision.]

I almost killed my mother.

[frostlight]

[At best, Tia bears secondhand understanding of the concept of family. All she can say for sure is that "almost" dampens the confession considerably in her mind.]

How?

[littlegentleman]

I put a gun to her head and pulled the trigger.

[But it's okay--she's fine!]

[frostlight]

[Hurray!]

And it didn't fire . . . ?

[littlegentleman]

Someone knocked it away at the last second.

[He wrings his hands idly, staring at the ground. Clearly, there's some level of contrition there.]

[frostlight]

[She gives his hands the barest of glances, settling instead on watching his expression.]

Why did you do it?

[littlegentleman]

I didn't know who she was at first...just that she was obstructing my mission. But then they told me and I...

[His brow pinches as he wrestles with his thoughts, shaking his head.]

I don't know. I'd never been so panicked, before.

[frostlight]

[What a bizarre scenario.]

You didn't know. What else were you supposed to do?

[littlegentleman]

[A question he's replaying over in his own head.]

Who would you put your loyalty in? The family you didn't know you had, or the people who raised you?

[frostlight]

It's impossible for me to have family. [That's not how her kind come into existence.] And I've always taken care of myself.

[These make her a poor conversation partner for this topic, she realizes belatedly.]

Is that the question you've been asking yourself?

[littlegentleman]

[Even if her situation is completely different from his, he doesn't seem to be bothered by the perspective.]

Maybe something like it. I still haven't decided...what I want to do.

[frostlight]

Then you can use your time here to reach a decision. That way, you'll know where you stand once you're back.

[littlegentleman]

You're right...I should use this as an opportunity to move forward decisively.

[Even if it was a little scary, the idea of going home to face it all.]

[the_obedient_servant]

You can hardly be blamed for things you almost did.

[littlegentleman]

Do you think so?

[He thought that the intention behind the action was enough, but...maybe that didn't count as a confession, then?]

Should I confess something else?

[fourtuity]

[ She's been good at staying quiet, but this is one of the times she opens her mouth. ]

...Even if it's almost, that must have been so scary.

[littlegentleman]

Scary?

[Junior mulls over the word before nodding slowly.]

I think, maybe, I was scared. I'd never felt that way before. It's been hard to put into words.

[fourtuity]

[ Understandable. It would be hard to explain everything. ]

Yeah... I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

[littlegentleman]

You don't think I'm a bad person?

[That was why he had worried about making any confessions. What if nobody wanted to be his friend?]

[fourtuity]

[ For a moment, she seems jolted out of the emotional fugue she's in, eyes going a little wide. ]

Huh...? No way. You're an earnest kid who should eat more chocolate.

[littlegentleman]

I'm sorry.

[She just seemed so upset...he wish he understood how to fix it. Clover was nice, he didn't want her to be hurting.]

[fourtuity]

Don't...don't say that. I'm not mad at you. At all. You're fine.

[ She's out of it right now, but at the very least she'll do her damndest to say that much. ]