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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TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE

[coldseep]

( As the day rolls on, we inevitably devolve into some familiar party games... A fairly safe(?) game to start with. )

cowards

[distain]

As a child, I fed a pimply boy laxatives to get out of socializing with him.

My father is the chairman of the school I attend.

I ranked at the top of the class on my last exams.

[She'd kill at least one of those girls by participating in a game like this... she can imagine the pearl-clutching and shrieking now.]

[frostlight]

Is it your father?

[distain]

No, he is indeed the director of Lillian. Of course, he delegated control of affairs to the headmistress and is rarely involved.

[frostlight]

[Chara slides in and calls out the correct bluff. Tia angles her head, pondering.]

How long have you been sick?

[distain]

I get ill easily. I always had fevers as a child.

[frostlight]

[Her brow furrows.]

Why's that?

[distain]

[Girl?? Of all the questions.]

Why does a body do anything? I'm not a doctor, so I couldn't tell you. I suppose my constitution is weak.

[frostlight]

[She doesn't get sick? Humans seem to fall ill often—and critically, at that. It's a thought that causes Tia's face to fall.]

Humans are so fragile . . . and there are those like you whose constitutions are even weaker. How much can a body like that sustain?

[distain]

You look worried. [She's not sure she's yet seen that kind of expression on Tia's face. Andrew tilts her head to the side and brushes hair back over her shoulder.]

I'm well now, aren't I?

[frostlight]

[Her eyes slide shut, and she holds the tension for another beat before it just fades. That was . . . odd.]

That's right. You are.

You should watch yourself, though: With a witch like that, you never know what'll happen.

[the_obedient_servant]

I suspect that while you ordinarily rank at the top of your class in your exams, last time was an exception. [...] Either that or it's your mother and not your father.

[distain]

I was ill during our last tests. The correct person received the top score. She's much smarter than I am.

[And, well, Chara will learn about the mother momentarily, either way.]

1/2

[the_obedient_servant]

I knew it.

[the_obedient_servant]

Is she a friend of yours?

[distain]

Yes. She's very smart. She should be celebrated for it.

[She smiles, but it's distant.]

[snakeblood]

[ Fine, he's bored of semi-fighting with Clover, so... ]

I didn't go to college.

My master was my uncle.

I'm good at darts.

[ There. ]

[diel]

The first one is a lie... because you can play darts in bed.

[snakeblood]

... That's what you're basing it on?

[diel]

Well. It's you, so.

[snakeblood]

It's correct, but it's not like I played it in bed. That'll throw off the aim...

[diel]

Wait, did you actually play with other people?

[ omg he's a little shocked ]

[snakeblood]

Do you think I'm a complete shut-in? [ He played at an arcade once. But they're probably in places he's frequented before that... ]

[diel]

You're not???

[ mr. let's-rot-in-bed??? ]

[snakeblood]

I had to go to a lot of places as a teenager.

[ Funeral homes, crematories, morgues, charnel houses, etc...... ]