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

[uiscebeatha]

[ dude...

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?

[distain]

[Can he not even look at her directly? She supposes that should bother her, yet she finds the feeling somewhat familiar.]

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.]

[uiscebeatha]

[ That makes sense. He doesn't miss siblings, he's never had them. But the whole...y'know. Mood of it.

He frowns a bit. Still not quite looking at her. ]

Why would you say that?

[distain]

I choked the life out of her when I was born. So I don't understand it - a mother's love.

[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.]

[uiscebeatha]

No, I mean—

[ 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.

[distain]

My birth was also a mistake. [She's still talking a little too directly; that her feelings haven't cooled in several days is becoming irritating, and perhaps that makes her blunter still.] I'll be expected to atone for it for the rest of my life.

[After a pause, Andrew adds, with a touch more lace to it,] You're kind to think so, but I understand my place.