WEEK ONE

[lesmodsalouette]

WEEK ONE

32 Guests

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. ]

MONDAY • TUESDAY • WEDNESDAY • THURSDAY

Locations Proposals PCS Curfew Witch Contact Main Nav

Comments

[antline]

And there really was no other way? No other source of food?

[spotsalone]

[ He pauses a moment, hackles metaphorically raising. ]

We were stranded on the polar sea for three years and forced to walk out over a landscape of nothing but rocks. We hadn't seen a single living thing beyond ourselves, a few Eskimo, and a monstrous creature that killed dozens of us. Our tinned food was spoiled and poisoned, and we had little left of it anyway. Our nearest salvation was 800 miles away, on foot.

[ His eyebrows raise expectantly, leaving Sariel to decide for himself if there was another way. ]

[antline]

A monstrous creature...

[He really has to take a moment to think about it - he's not disbelieving, but it has to take him a moment to essentially Compute it all - and he's closing his eyes.]

[How very difficult. What a completely utterly defeating difficult situation.]

I suppose with no recourse...you had no other options. I think I understand.

[spotsalone]

Yes, a creature. None like you've ever seen before. The natives called it a spirit.

[ He says that like he's delivering unbelievable new information about the world, despite the fact that he's talking to Mr. Rides-Fire-Breathing-Sharks-Into-Battle-And-Is-Also-Two-Thousand-Years-Old. ]

In other words, correct. We had no other options, or believe me, I would've taken them.

[antline]

I've seen plenty of primal beasts. They were created alongside me.

[He says, stating it matter-of-factly.]

.....I'm sorry you were in such a situation.