CHAPTER 7 ; MINGLE

[themodsgrimm]

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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[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 ]

[disclosures]

[You know, of all the people she could've expected to stalk her, somehow Nathaniel wasn't on her list. There he is looking professional in a suit and tie. With a very familiar smug expression on his face.

Once, one time she's willing to leave it alone and it screams and begs.]

Sh-Shhh!! Shut up! Why are you like this?!

[And then she's immediately picking it up.]

[fonlines]

anywhere in the castle; wednesday figurine shenanigans

[ listen Ion's already had one ghost follow him around for the entire day last week we're not doing this again

by which we mean, I guess Ion now has a tiny glass Arietta figurine sitting on his shoulders or head for the entire day now. or longer, depending on how long this goes.

she's a lot more reactive than Ion is to some people, and if you're someone Ion doesn't particularly like she might be baring her teeth and snarling or simply taking on a more rigid, proper posture in preparation, smoothing down the regalia of the position of Fon Master Guardian as need be, but otherwise she's calm, brighteyed, and alert as she plays with the baby dragon that's taken to draping around Ion's shoulders.

and you know, sometimes Scott is hanging around too, so what I'm saying is that any given time I might have to be describing the goings ons of up to four bodies. run into him wherever! stables, menagerie, owlery, library, and kitchen might be some major haunts. ]

[themodsgrimm]

mini-event ; puppetry: end. The presence of the figurines persist until curfew lifts Friday morning, at which point they vanish as if they never were. In the Grand Foyer, however, two doors appear, each opening one after the other...

[concasse]

[Whelp.

Sanji comes out first and what a surprise, he's injured. Specifically his left foot is bleeding badly from the heel, likely painful to walk on, but he's too busy staring at a pot of something in his hands, the shock on his face morphing into devastation]

-- Quark?

[doublecrows]

[and right behind him stumbles CAPTAIN OBVIOUS. he is also injured, bleeding from gashes in his sides and thighs. he too has a pot of something in his hands, gaze flickering from it back up to Sanji, and then down again]

. . . Mary?

[axilium]

[belph is the last to stumble through, a little more bloodied than the others, but not necessarily seeming any more injured. (that said, he's still, uh, hurt, much in the same way as them.) there's a glint of metal in his hand, before he hides it. somewhere on his person. anyway, his other hand, unsurprisingly, holds a pot of something.

he stares at it for a moment, before something akin to realization dawns on him and he sighs, utterly exhausted. unlike sanji and akechi, he doesn't bother with a name.]

... I knew something like this would happen...

[disclosures]

[It's Wednesday, isn't it? Some people have disappeared and among their number are two of the people she cares about most. So she's sitting in the Foyer, waiting for their return, a smug figurine of her boss in her hands.

As soon as they come stumbling through, she's rushing to see them.]

What happened?

[vigilantics]

Oh my god. Are you okay?!

[ she is hurrying over WHY ARE WEDNESDAYS SO CURSED ]

[doublecrows]

[it's Rebecca and Steph that snap Akechi out of his own surprised stupor, and he glances over at Belph]

Belph-san. . .

[BLEEDING]

[there are many things he could say, but he just inhales a breath]

Would you like for me to take care of that?

[gestures. at his injuries]

[doublecrows]

[and after he heals Belph. . .]








[Akechi chucks his glove at Sanji's face]

[axilium]

[what]

[concasse]

[-- HE IS GRIEVING, YOU FUCK]

O-oi, what's the big idea?!

[PICKING THAT GLOVE UP LIKE HE PLANS TO CHUCK IT BACK]

[sanguinairy]

[You've seen what's behind door number one, now let's take a look at door number two!

Oh, it's Souji. He's got blood on his face and a scattering of small bruises, welts and scratches. He also just sort of falls to his knees as soon as he's through the door, gracefully hacks a mouthful or two of blood into the crook of his arm with some stellar full-body coughs, and then promptly collapses in a sprawl. He seems to be clutching something in one hand... Hm.

Anyway hi nerds. But lo, one more is on the way!]

[finethanks]

[ It’s... another sickly!! He’s a little bruised on his arms for anyone who takes a look closer, but his main issue seems to be his body in general. One step out of the door, he staggers like he’s just lost his support and collapses to the ground, hunching over and vomiting some blood! Yay!

It’s a miracle he hasn’t dropped it, but he’s also holding something in one hand. He’s pale, trembling, and can’t seem to move even if he’s trying. Looks like he’s trying to breathe...? ]

Dio...-kun? Junior-kun— [ That’s all he’s got, still dying ]

[doublecrows]

[hey man wtf]

Okita-san-- Eichi?

[HI AKECHI IS RUSHING OVER HERE IMMEDIATELY. . . he drops at Eichi's side first, sorry Souji, hand on his shoulder]

Show me where you're hurt!

[wagashis]

[akechi's got eichi, so he's here to assist the other sick potato, I'm just putting this here so threads don't become a mess!!

anyway shirasu kneels next to him, brow furrowed in concern, evaluating if he's. uh. conscious.]

You truly do have a knack for trouble, don't you...

[sanguinairy]

[THANKS SHIRASU this sick potato is, uh. Struggling. Still conscious!! But definitely struggling. He doesn't even bother trying to push himself up, fuck this, fuck everything, his cheek is married to the nice cool ground which he's probably getting mouthblood all over.]

--Sorry.

[Wow that sure is a big wheeze. Shirasu is Not Wrong, this fool is a curse and also cursed and if there's trouble afoot, he will find it and yeet himself into its arms.]

Is Eichi...?

[fonlines]

[ Jfc partner you're going to give him a heart attack or something. After he's been doing better too, as of late.

Anyway, so. How're those wounds looking, does Ion have to use a certain thing he always has stashed up his sleeves? ]

[sanguinairy]

[HEY PARTNER GLAD HE CAN STILL GIVE YOU HEART ATTACKS EVEN AFTER THEIR PARTNERSHIP IS OVER!!

Anyway the wounds don't look too bad, actually! The bruises are like... small fist-shaped ones, hm... None of the scratches or welts looks serious. It seems like the worst of it is just the toll whatever they got into took on his sickly body, considering he's still just sort of hacking up blood. IT'S FINE. He's made his home on the floor.]

[doublecrows]

[oookay, after assessing Eichi, Akechi. . . pops to his feet and trots towards Souji]

What did you two do?

[he sounds scolding, AS THOUGH HE IS ONE TO TALK, and extends a hand]

I can take care of these wounds for you. Would you like for me to?

[sanguinairy]

[YEAH HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE SCOLDED BY AKECHI OF ALL PEOPLE!! Even if he reflexively seems to look a little guilty, like he's just used to That Tone.]

We-- [WHEEZE] ...ran into a little trouble, but things turned out fine.

[He's sure Eichi will want to explain all of the horrific details away from the ears of everyone else, if he wants anyone to hear it at all. BAD TIMES WERE HAD. In any case, he looks briefly surprised by the offer and seems to consider for a second. Fortunately, he uses his .5 weekly common sense point allotment to nod.]

--If it wouldn't be too much trouble.

[His outer wounds are all pretty manageable, at least. None of the scratches are that deep, and the bruises are sized like a small fist, even if they're like. All over the place.]

[axilium]

[uhhhhhhhhhhh.]

... Well, I guess now we know who was on the other boat. [a pause.] You okay, man?

[sanguinairy]

[HI BELPH, THAT SURE WAS A FUN INTERLUDE. He looks 10% better by the time Akechi helps him out but that's still like 80% dead, it's fine.]

--I'll be fine. [Hm.] ...You were there, too? The carnival...