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WEEK ONE
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.
had a mother
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Angelo drinks, and rather than looking frustrated about it, he just looks hollow. ]
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They drink.]
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Taking a long sip...]
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Haha. I'm positively jealous.
I've always wondered what it would have been like.
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Did your mother die?
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[Therefore, Andrew never knew her and never had her... and if she had not been born, her mother would still be alive, albeit not her mother.]
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[There's any number of things Chara could say. About the way that parents raise their children, the illusion that adults ever really grow up.
They leave an imprint even when they're absent, Chara notices. A shadow hanging over the woman before them.]
Parents tend to fall short before long. It's easier to keep such a person as a concept, somewhere where they can never hurt or disappoint you. [There's a tinge of bitterness in their tone, but it's not entirely unsympathetic, despite the callous nature of their words.]
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[She says it coolly; that sounds like a revelation she's also come to have.]
I was told she committed some terrible crime, but I never learned more. What could she have done that was so awful?
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Regretfully, she must take a sippy.]
Though she fancied herself more of an agent...
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he's going to debate this and stare at his drink. ]
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takes a sip. ]
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with a little depresso added ]
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Cain drinks, but his eyes are in the general area of space where the prompt came from. There's curious sympathy in his eyes. ]
You okay?
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Why wouldn't I be? It would be foolish of me to miss something that I've never had. And hypocritical, I suppose, since it's my fault she's dead.
[She says this as something deeply ingrained.]
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He frowns a bit. Still not quite looking at her. ]
Why would you say that?
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[Therefore, how could she even know what she was missing? Even when she hears others talk about such a thing, it sounds too foreign for her mind to bear.]
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[ Purses his lips, studies her general area. ]
You were just a baby. You were just being born. I wouldn't blame yourself for her death.
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