week 1

[arsholes]

[Yesterday was, to say the least, an eventful time. 21 people waking up in an alarming kidnapping situation, tempers got heated, salt was thrown, the usual flavor of shenanigans.

Your Alchemist made his appearance, got into several arguments, scruffed a teen and nailed a god. All in all, a productive time! It doesn’t seem like he’ll be making any more public appearances this week but he did say to give him a call.

If you don't want to converse with the Alchemist, there's a whole tower to explore! Check out all the dusty nooks and crannies, read some smutty literature, try to build a death ray, take a cozy bath- the Montessori method of learning. Curiously, starting on Monday there are mysterious leaflet catalogs scattered in several rooms of the tower. There’s no shop name on it, but there are pictures of a variety of fun and fanciful items, just a preview of the many rare and/or exotic goods you could get from one of the shop's Grand Opening Sale blind boxes. There is also a large wooden chest that has appeared in the Entrance Hall right next to the grand entrance doors, despite the fact that they remain locked. A locked mailbox hangs on the wall above the box, along with several envelopes. The mailbox says "CATALOG ORDERS", and there is a handwritten note that adds: "Write your name on the envelope as well as your order. INCLUDE PAYMENT, or it's no deal. <3"

In related news, many of you will also be receiving mysterious gold coins on top of your trunk – maybe this is the payment referenced?


Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday


(( OOC: This will be the last mod post for this week! Feel free to start submitting catalog orders for any threads that aren't with the Alchemist. This is a peace week, so get all that CR while you can! ))

Comments

[pegasinister]

Safer against poisoning as well.

[predecir]

Oh.

[This is the face of a man who did not once consider that!]

Uh...y-yeah, that too, I guess... [He throws a handful of salt, and then of sugar, over his shoulder.]

[pegasinister]

... superstition won't help you.

[He's heard of salt over the shoulder, but never sugar...]

[predecir]

Oh, you never know. Every little bit helps.

[It's not like this is the first time he's heard that!]

[pegasinister]

As you wish. But sweep it up at least. Last thing we need is ants on top of everything else.

[predecir]

[Bruno chuckles.] Don't worry, the rats...

[.......the current lack of rats visibly hits him all over again.]

Ah. Okay. Yeah, you're right, I'll...do that.

[pegasinister]

...I would rather not have rats either.

[He arches one thin brow at Bruno's reaction, curious]

[predecir]

Rats are really nice, actually. They're, uh, smart.

[He hunches a little with the pressure of disagreement - this is something of an old argument - but says it anyway as he goes to fetch a broom. This is the storage closet, so at least they're like right there.]

[pegasinister]

... as long as they don't get into our supplies or spread illness. I have kept them before and they can be pleasant enough.

[predecir]

Oh, I've got a ton back home! They - uh, th-they, um...

[Bruno stammers and falls silent, the gentle swish of the broom over stone stopping as well. He's staring fixedly into space, gripping the broom tightly, eyes glowing a luminous green.]

[pegasinister]

[If not for the glowing eyes Hubert might have thought Bruno was having a fit. As a professional poisoner he's seen plenty of seizures and the like. But no, this is different]

...Bruno?

[predecir]

[No response!

At least, not until a few seconds later, when Bruno seems to shake himself back to awareness, blinking quickly as the glow fades. He already seems drawn, and takes in a sharp breath when he looks up to see Hubert looking at him.]

Sorry! [He holds up his hands, seemingly having forgotten he was holding a broom at all, and then fumbles to catch it.] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do...that.

[pegasinister]

Calm down, there is no need to apologize.

[predecir]

[He stops apologizing, although you can clearly see that he still wants to.]

I, um, I know that's creepy-looking, but it...nothing happens just from being near it. It's okay.