CHAPTER 2 ; MINGLE

[themodsgrimm]

The Story Continues... CHAPTER 233 Narrators Remain ; There’s nothing to shake up the feeling of helplessness and betrayal quite like some renovations. Residents in the castle will find a gentle rumble stirring them out of their sleep on Monday morning, and if they choose to find the source of the noise, they’ll notice a newly constructed staircase on the second floor. It stretches up, up, up and will guide the Narrators to a third floor with all types of new installments to the castle. Go ahead, crack open a book, try your hand at some potion mixing. What could possibly go wrong? Just as last week, the morning that the dining hall opens, the tapestries of Ann Takamaki, Soo-won, and Dave Strider will all suddenly catch flame from the bottom, burning up and up until the entire tapestry is gone. Anyone who ventures outside will also find that the scenery has warmed up considerably. Snow no longer dusts the ground, but rather the warm sun and pleasant chirping of birds greet you to the castle grounds. The area has also been expanded, a new jousting grounds available for play and recreation. A set of stables stands next to the grounds, but anyone who ventures inside will find only hear the occasional, phantom whinny of a horse and – find some rather large feathers? Interesting. Finally, partners will find themselves unable to rest peacefully yet another week. While no paranoia creeps over anyone’s shoulders, when night falls and they find themselves sleeping, they’ll instead see dreams – or rather, some memories of their partner. Apparently the Crafters would rather that you all get to know each other sooner, rather than later. Hopefully you don’t see anything you’re not meant to. Welcome to Week 2, everyone! Today we've introduce new castle locations and brought a new round of partner effects, so please review those, including the Outside section on the Locations page. If you'd like to have your characters interact with the laboratory, please feel free to PP the mods! We would also like to remind players to submit all of their Prologue PCs and new PCs at the Private Conversations page and review the weekly ooc notes for important details in the castle. Something exciting will be arriving on Wednesday, June 20th so keep your eyes peeled for that as well. full navigation. locations taken (statuses) stories (profiles) info & faq wishing well private conversations

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kitchen

[fragileprophet]

[!!! He's been waiting for this. He finds himself a cup.]

Okay!

[Time to experience mud water.]

Is there a special way I should pour it?

[Watch him spill it all over the counter.]

[melancoffeea]

[Sandalphon does not want that, at all, so he rises from his seat]

Here—

[He extends a hand for Ion to deposit the cup in.]

[fragileprophet]

[Clearly excited, Ion eagerly hands his cup over to Sandalphon. He'll follow him all the way over to the coffee so he can watch eagerly, his hands gripped against the counter.]

[melancoffeea]

[He pours the steaming coffee. Just like that, the deed is done, and there are no burns to speak of for that day. Sandalphon holds the filled cup by the rim as he returns it to Ion.]

Start with a sip. It's hot and you might want to add sugar.

[fragileprophet]

Right!

[He has way too much determination for coffee drinking than he probably should, but he blows on it gingerly, the steam tickling his face as he does, causing his cheeks to flush. Ion brings it up to his face, and sips...

And without meaning to, his eyes and nose scrunch up at the bitterness, his young palette rejecting the taste...just as predicted. That doesn't mean he's giving up, and he keeps the cup close.]

...it's really good!

[melancoffeea]

[He stares, and stares, and stares. His lips curl into a soft smile of amusement. Funny, how Ion tries to cover it up in the same way as . . . ]

No, it's not. It's too bitter, isn't it?

[fragileprophet]

N-No...

[His eyes shift to the side, an obvious admission of guilt. Then, softly,]

Maybe a little bit...

[melancoffeea]

[If Ion thought he'd be offended, Sandalphon isn't. Instead, he chuckles.]

Don't worry. I was the same the first time I drank coffee.

[fragileprophet]

You were?

[He feels a little less embarrassed.]

Did...you have to take sugar with your coffee, as well?

[melancoffeea]

At the beginning, yes. These days, I can drink it as is. Perhaps one day you will, too.

[fragileprophet]

You think so?

[Encouraged, Ion looks around for the sugar. It doesn't feel like a defeat anymore.]

I think that would be nice. I want to taste it the same way that you do!

[melancoffeea]

[The sugar is on the counter beside them, not too far from where they're standing.]

Oh? That might take years, if not decades . . . or centuries.

[He's old.]