grimmoired | CHAPTER 7 ; MINGLE

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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.

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[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?

Rebecca. . .?

[ah, yes. . . they've been gone for quite some time, haven't they? how long? who even knows]

[he stands up a little straighter, greeting her with a nod, ignoring the way blood stains the tears in his clothing]

I believe. . . we may have met some past game participants.

[but he sounds uncertain; he isn't completely sure about that]

[Who else would be waiting here for hours until they came back? Eichi, maybe, but he's sick.

Meanwhile she's frowning at his wounds while the figure in her hand just raises an eyebrow.]

... Is that... how you got the ink?

Don't misunderstand. We didn't harm them.

[he says that immediately, just to dispel any false ideas]

We attempted to bring them back with us. [. . .] Perhaps, however, they were ink all along.

I didn't think you would

[After their conversations.]

Were they all... trapped somewhere?

Yes. Or so it seemed.

A large beast that disguised itself as an island full of carnival games. It lured in children with promises of entertainment, only to trap them there to devour them.

Mary had been there for quite some time, supposedly.

[It's so hard to take anything at face value around these parts. What a huge pain.

But she flicks her eyes down to the pot in his hands.]

Did you try to bring them back?

[And then they melted? That's a nightmare.]

We did.

[THEY DIDN'T MELT. . . they just vanished and turned into pots of. . . ink]

. . . we have ink now, though. Perhaps it'll come in handy for us in the future.

[Is that worse or better?!]

... It might. More black ink for whatever the Crafters want it for.

[But she feels kind of bad about people turning into ink. How do people go about shutting down their emotions? She wants a chat.]

Or ink for us to use as we please.

[they don't gotta give it to the Crafters!!]

Just the gold ink?

[She's not sure there's much they can do with it separated out like this.]

Belph-san has purple.

Sanji-san has red.

[yeah]

[... Hm.]

It's up to each of them what they do with their ink.

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... We got more ink.

[Wow Sanji, don't sound so broken up about it.]

[Considering they've each got a pot, probably each of ink... She kind of doesn't want to ask this question. But there's only two ways that she knows of so...]

How?

... We got stuck in this carnival. There were a bunch of kids there.

[he nods to the pot]

These were the three we could save.

I thought maybe they'd come through the door with us, but...

[That's incredibly alarming.]

They... turned into ink when you crossed the threshold?

Are you okay?

[Emotionally! Because for some reason Akechi's on healer duty today.]

[ISN'T IT JUST? Sanji and the others had such a good time!]

Heh... disappointed, I guess.

[And heartbroken but y'know. Classic Sanji at this point. What is happiness? Can you eat it?]

They asked us to save them, and for a moment, it looked like we were gonna.

[If anybody could successfully make something taste like happiness...]

I'm sorry.

[What else is there to say? It feels like she never has the right words at the right times in this place.]

... Well.

At least they're not back there.

[Small consolation though it is]

Kinda wondering if they were participants in a previous war, since we got the ink.

At least they don't feel like they're about to be eaten at any time.

[But is this really better.]

Like they got trapped in one of those Wednesday doors? I guess it's possible.

Yeah... wasn't there one you'd gone through that felt like you'd been trapped for a couple of years?

Might've been similar, except they really were trapped for that amount of time.

Yeah, but I was taking care of a child the last time I was in one of those.

[Not what sounds like a hell carnival that wanted to eat them.]

You'd think one of the Crafters would try pulling them out.

Yeah, you'd think... especially if they're sources of ink, like us.

[Hm.]

Maybe they can't and that's why they keep sending us in?

[Hm...]

It might... take them more ink to pull people out of those doors. Like it's easy to open a door, but it's hard to get what's been stuck inside of a door out? Something like that?