CHAPTER 7 ; MINGLE

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The Story Continues... CHAPTER 7 - WEEK 715 Narrators Remain ; Just before Narrators awake, those who are still attached to partners will dream of the two of them together – and then the sudden snap of a red string that connects the two of them. Once they awake, they’ll find the entire section of the rulebook pertaining to Partners has disappeared entirely. Apparently the time for partnerships is over. In addition, the castle has begun to empty out. Perhaps Narrators will notice it now especially on this morning, as their footsteps echo and the halls lack the familiar faces they’ve come to know. Upon entering the dining hall, the tapestries of Evan Hansen, Lord El-Melloi II, Natsuo, Fon Master Ion, Fane, Varian, and Zelos Wilder will all catch flame and disappear as the fire engulfs them entirely, leaving nothing behind. Yet one oddity seems to have enchanted the castle this week – there are the sounds of running footsteps and the familiar laughter of those who have departed. Should you choose to follow this noise, you’ll be led to the Puppet Room. The door will shut behind you – you’ll catch be movement out of the corner of your eye. Yet instead of a puppet entering the stage and re-enacting a dramatic scene, it will just suddenly appear… closer to you. It lingers there, and makes no other move. Welcome to Week 7, everyone! We would also like to remind players to submit all of their Chapter 6 PCs and new PCs at the Private Conversations page and review the weekly ooc notes for important details in the castle. Something odd will be arriving on Wednesday, July 25th 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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WEEKLY MOD NOTES ;

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weekly mod notes ;

♢ Should your character have a wish to make or complete their objective, remember to report it to the Wishing Well. If you have any questions about your character's skills or objective, please contact us!
♢ If your character is taking an item this week before Investigation please notify the mods by Wednesday at 9 PM PST so we can account for it. In general all IC action that would impact the game must be cleared by the mods within 24 hours notice.
♢ The following actions require mods to be notified: leaving items at the Tiger or Dragon shrines, using items in the laboratory, items being taken from public spaces, consuming medicine from the infirmary, or damage being done to puppets.
♢ Since it was mentioned on the Private Conversations but not common knowledge - if you would like to PC with Tiger or Dragon, please PP the mods.

(frozen comment) IN THE LIBRARY - A LEATHER-BOUND BOOK ;

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once upon a time, there was a castle... In this Castle lived thirty-eight Narrators, whose purpose was to fight and die for the Crafters in the guise of taking part in their war; among them was a Beauty and a Beast, who were tasked with a duty that they both found most detestable. Striving to dismantle this war from the inside out, the Beauty attempted to kill one of the Crafters without the Beast's knowledge, and both of them were banished to the Other Side, left to rot even as the other Narrators were returned to their own stories. Now, the last and final battle of this war is about to begin; the fates of the Beauty, the Beast, and all the Narrators lost in the last two weeks lie in the hands of those who remain. The narrators must bear in mind that what is beautiful is often cruel. Be that as it may, the Narrators who replenish the inkwell through achievement shall be rewarded with beautiful wishes, and a desirable ending need not be writ by the ink of life. Nor should Narrators strive to spill entirely gold or purple ink; the results could be disastrous. Each faction must complete seven objectives for the happiest conclusion to the story to come to pass. A favorable ending will not occur without the trust and teamwork of those who remain.

[finethanks]

Classics - Monday

[So, it's his turn, finally? Eichi is rather quiet as he approaches the tapestries dripping ink, and he stays there for a bit too long, looking at Belph's, and then Sanji's, followed by his own. He holds out his palm to catch the ink from his own and stares at it there, looking a little lost behind his practiced smile.]

I wonder... is this really winning, in this game?

[Someone get his hand out from the ink thanks.]

Library - Monday & Tuesday

[Aside from that, there's no music for Eichi, this week. He's still ill, though he's trying harder and harder to look fine. He has his tea as normal, but it's the library he heads to. He's gone there often enough, but this time he's there more frequently, either staring at the leather-bound book that keeps adding more with increasing frustration, or settling down in a chair with some nice books on war.

No matter who it is he happens to see enter, he'll smile and offer a little wave.]

I hope you're doing well, today.

monday, library

[disclosures]

[While she's certainly started sleeping better, this weekend was an emotional roller coaster and she's never been so drained in her life.

She grabs a book at random and sinks into a chair nearby.]

Not really.

classics!

[sanguinairy]

[A GOOD QUESTION let's ask Waver who clearly knows the key to winning every survival game--

Souji is definitely looking a little concerned at his fellow sickly over here, though, gently stepping over and barely casting a look up toward the "bloodied" tapestries.]

--Who can say? [But he will just sort reach out and touch Eichi's elbow as if to say "you stop that".] You probably won't find an answer like this, though.

classics

[axilium]

[belph will just casually ignore his own tapestry, thanks.]

Alternatively, we could all lie on the floor and ponder the meaning of life, the universe, and everything.

classics

[nivation]

[ Nah, Kyouka will let him get covered in the ink of his kills. ]

Are any of us winning?

[ Everyone is some kind of combination of sick, tired, or depressed. ]

classics, monday

[psychedelica]

A miracle happened for you. You shouldn't be complaining.

[ Hikage doesn't seem to care one way or another whether Eichi gets his hands dirty (literally, in this case.) ]

tuesday to be different :/

[vigilantics]

[ she actually freezes for a second when she sees that it's eichi; it's a little difficult to get over very intense bitter feelings just in a few days.

still, she waves back. ]

Better, I guess.

[doublecrows]

Library - Monday

[and again, Akechi finds himself in the library, immediately drawn towards the leather-bound book on the pedestal. much as he does every week, really. his fingers trace the edges of the pages as he reads the latest addition, and. . .]

[he frowns]

[he crinkles his brow]

[and with a low growl in the back of his throat, he jerks back and kicks the base of the pedestal. hard]

[. . . HARD ENOUGH TO KIND OF HURT, ACTUALLY. he hobbles back with a pained hiss moments later, expression twisted into a scowl. did you see that. it was pretty funny]

Owlery - Anytime

[otherwise, Akechi spends a lot of time at the owlery, seated at the table with a parchment in front of him and a quill covered in ink in his hand. it's clear he's been here a while, judging by the ink stains on his fingers]

[it looks like he's writing letters. he has like, an entire stack of them finished, piled to the side of the table, rolled up and tied with string to keep them together. he looks contemplative and tired, but hey, he can be bothered]

[who is he even writing to??]

Wildcard

[YOU KNOW HOW THIS GOES]

library

[axilium]

[well okay then.]

... Trying to undo your rescue already, detective?

library!

[sanguinairy]

[Akechi please they already have so many sickly people and people running around without limbs, the last thing they need is someone just stubbing their toe and contracting gangrene or something. IT WOULD BE THEIR LUCK.]

...Are you alright?

[From his cozy little reading nook, where he's staring with a mixture of Concern and The Emotion This Icon Conveys.]

Owlery, Monday

[disclosures]

[She makes her way up to the Owlery, taking a stack of parchment for herself and starts on her own letters.]

How long have you been up here?

library

[vigilantics]

[ yeah she just snorts. ]

library

[asswipe]

Having a public meltdown. Damn, detective, that's classy.

[the peanut gallery is here to laugh it up, hi.]

library

[fonlines]

Did you mean for that to accomplish anything, really?

[ yeah it was pretty funny but he's polite enough not to laugh or. judge.

much. he's not asking if he's all right, after all. ]

[sanguinairy]

monday, observatory;
[How did he even get up here?? Good question honestly but here he is, on the outer balcony, just kinda hanging out for as long as his little sickly legs can handle standing upright. Anyone approaching from behind within the observatory itself will get a small smile from over his shoulder as Souji scoots over a little to make room.]

Would you like to take a look?

tuesday, library;
[Hello once again, library, you cursed zone... Souji's standing on a ladder today, apparently reaching for something on a higher shelf - but ah. Hm. Having a sickly appetite doesn't really do one any good in terms of actually eating properly! Funny how health works like that, huh.

Anyone walking by might see him teeter backward briefly since he just blacked out a bit where he's standing, IT'S FINE. Hopefully it'll be fine for you too, since it looks like he might just kinda fall on you if you don't dodge. Maybe you'll get lucky and he'll snap out of it in time to grab the ladder again! Maybe you can have a dashing hero moment and catch this swooning damsel! Maybe we'll both get lucky and sweet death will come for both crusher and crushee. LOOK OUT BELOW.]

wednesday, lounge;
[Souji has taken to one of these luxurious sofas, thank you very much. Probably because he, for some reason, has decided that this is just the week he's going to keep tackling the stairs and climbing all the way up to highest points of the castle. Why? Who knows!!

But he is now in need of copious rest so here he is, just sort of curled up on one of them with a stack of books on the table nearby. Anyone wandering in for a drink or some snacks will be waved over before they can even make it to the bar, ripperoni.]

Have you seen these before?

[He's got a book on horticulture and is pointing to this or that particularly lovely flower - night sky petunias, marbled roses, etc.]

wildcard;
[u know how it goes, cyoa or gimme some pcs!]

wednesday

[axilium]

[wow, denying belph his drinks. :/ ]

Why do you ask?

library ofc

[wagashis]

[unfortunately for us both there is no sweet death, only shirasu hurrying over when he notices souji teetering backward... he isn't much of a dashing hero, but shirasu does catch him, peering down at souji with his brow furrowed in concern.]

--perhaps you should be a little more cautious, up there.

Tuesday

[disclosures]

[He absolutely crashes into Rebecca. She's not aware of anything that's happening around her right now and looking up seems like way too much work at the moment. So when starts teetering, Rebecca doesn't notice and doesn't get out of the way.

Though at this point it's hard to say if she'd want to dodge if she realized.

Here she is. Crushed under a man.

There's a long pause as she realizes what's happened and why she's sprawled on the floor.]

Are you okay?

[nivation]

monday, foyer:

[ There is no rest for the wicked, as Britt likes to so kindly remind us. There is definitely no rest for Kyouka once she finds out the Partner section of the rulebook has disappeared. It sends her in a mental frenzy.

That's why, sometime on Monday, people may hear the sound of something shattering.

Investigation will find broken plates at the bottom of the staircase, and Kyouka halfway up the stairs. She'll make eye contact with anyone, unashamed. ]

My name is Kyouka Izumi. In six months, I killed 35 people. If any of you harm Nico di Angelo in any way, the 36th will be me.

[ Her voice is deadly calm for someone making such a deadly irrational statement. Cardia's important statement? The leather bound book's claim of trust and teamwork? She can't recall them. This is obviously how you win the third Hunger Games.

She's 14, desperate, and panicking. I'm very sorry. ]

any other day, menagerie

[ Kyouka obviously needs to find some chill, so if no one wants to deal with her tantrum above, they can find her being less irrational with the animals. Her favorites are anything similar to rabbits or cats, so that's where she'll gravitate. Every once in a while she'll take out a letter or two and then put them away, like she's forgotten what they said or like she can't quite believe what they say. Other times, she'll just lie down and let all the animals climb on top of her and not move.

If anyone wants to notice her inching away from an animal, it's most likely a dog. ]

wildcard

[ you know how it goes. i'm open to w/e, pcs, etc. ]

monday i cry

[sanguinairy]

[This is not how you win the Hunger Games, Kyouka!!!!

Souji definitely went over to investigate the ominous sound, and once he sees what's going on over here and hears Kyouka's very dangerous threat, he just... soundlessly kneels down, first, and starts to pick up the shards of broken dishware. No one else needs to cut themselves on this.

He's also just looking real fuckin tired, as exhausted dying men do, but he won't address her just yet. And when he does, it's just a measured, quiet:]

...Kyouka.

[concasse]

Monday - Kitchen

[Well, seeing as this bastard already lost his partner, Sanji hasn't a clue about the other partnerships being cut. But last night he slept like shit, and that's the reason he's curled up in a corner of the kitchen, bright and early Monday morning. There's a cloak over his shoulders and a baby tiger either snoozing by his side, or immediately pressing her face into his ribcage when an intruder approaches.

Sanji just... giggles briefly. Shut up, he's tickilish]

Nnn... Nami-chan, gimme a bit.

Monday - Classics

[Sanji's staring at his tapestry, curly eyebrow twitching until--]

How the hell did they get a picture of me from two years ago...?

[Gawd his parts his hair on the left side now!! He did not need the entire castle knowing his brows curl in the same direction, thanks binches. He's gonna irritatedly be combing his hair more thoroughly over his right eye, hoping NO ONE NOTICES.]

Tuesday - Owlery

[And Tuesday night he also slept like shit! So his newest napping hideout? The place that smells of bird droppings. Head flopped against the table, cushioned by his folded arms, anyone can find Sanji sleeping the hours away while the owls either hoot at him or occasionally nip at his hair and ears as if to say "Get ahold of your life, man."

Around him lay some letters with names at the top -- Zelos, Jae-Ha, Rapunzel, Yasusada, Dazai, Reyna, Varian, Ion, and Natsuo -- but the letters are either blank or... furiously scribbled over in ink.

Also of note -- Sanji's shoulders twitch irritably in his sleep. Maybe he's itchy? Maybe he's having a nightmare? Who knows.]

Kitchen

[disclosures]

[Rebecca might be suffering from another emotional hangover after the roller coaster that was this weekend. But hey, she's still here for now, and she makes her way into the kitchen.

She's definitely late for breakfast at this point. But it's hard to miss him. Kneeling down next to him...]

... Sanji?

[wagashis]

monday, menagerie-

[sometimes you've had an exhausting time and you just need to hang out with some baby animals?

so here shirasu is with the little dragons and tigers... the small dragon he's been taking out is happily perched on his head, and he's busy playing with one of the tiger cubs, letting it bat at the dangling ties on his headband. it swats, standing on its hind legs to reach, then tumbles onto its back as he smiles down at it.]

Ah, that one was close... come on, then, try again.

[just quietly encouraging this cute little cat... this is definitely a good break.]

tuesday, owlery-

[he hasn't really hung out here too much, but he does have letters to write, for once. shirasu is careful not to leave any where they can be read-- they're promptly sealed and sent, and if he's working on one when someone enters, he'll keep it obscured.

but he'll still offer them a nod, and-]

I'll be done shortly, don't worry. Do you have many to write?

monday

[vigilantics]

[ meanwhile, steph is walking in with rudiger, a raccoon. she pauses when she spots shirasu before walking over. ]

You really have bonded with them.

[asswipe]

monday, the menagerie:

[After the absolute horror show of the past few days, it's... probably no surprise that Veronica has decided to subject herself to animal therapy. That is, she's currently laying down on the ground, letting the tiger cubs walk all over her. Should anyone approach, she'll turn her head to look at them.]

... Whatever you're going to say, save it.

[Just let her sink into despair in peace.]

tuesday, puppet room:

[Anyone who passes by the puppet room on Tuesday afternoon will suddenly hear a loud, shrill scream. Should they decide to investigate... They'll find Veronica inside the room, with one of the puppets next to her.

... It looks like she just got startled.]

wildcard:

[Remix one of the above scenarios or come up with your own!]

menagerie

[axilium]

[veronica...]

... I was just about to say that you look like you're living your best life?

[themodsgrimm]

mini-event ; puppetry On Wednesday morning, the Narrators will wake up with the distinct feeling that they're being watched by someone. As they open their eyes (or even as they simply turn to look over their shoulder) they'll find a small, glass figurine seated right in their line of vision. Further examination of this figurine will reveal an exact likeness of someone very important to each individual Narrator, right down to every scar, freckle, and blinking movement of their small glass eyes. The eyes will follow the movement of each Narrator throughout the day. Should Narrators turn their backs on them or leave them behind, they'll hear that person's voice beckoning them and compelling them to turn around. The figurine will appear right at their feet, staring blankly up at them and unable to be separated from the Narrator. And if Narrators choose to ignore these figurines anyhow, the object will begin to crack. With each tiny fissure, a scream will be heard as the figurine begs for help.

an important toplevel

[vigilantics]

[ uh what the fuck ]