week 2

[arsholes]

[One week down and (if the Alchemist's promise is to be believed) just three more to go. In the past week royalty has been bullied, explicitly non-Satanic chairs were ordered and you began the pact-bonding process with your new proprietor of mercantile wares, ✨Garfield the Deals Warlock✨.

All in all, a surprisingly good week despite the kidnapping and looming threat of death. We'll see how long that lasts.


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

✨WEEKLY DEALS✨
1. The Cloak of Duplication - An ancient vampiric artifact, when worn it changes your appearance and voice to perfectly mimic another individual of your choosing. (You still have to sell the act, though.) [5 coins] SOLD
2. The Battle Axe of Hatred - A sick as hell electric guitar with an energy that feels like it is powered by the screaming of an ancient and evil lord- or at least once was. It has a signature on the body that simply says "Ron" and looks like it might have been written in blood. [5 coins]
3. The Jable - Put down your keys and stay a while. [2 coins]


✨LEFTOVER STOCK AT 50% MARK-UP✨
1. The Tingler - The whole hand tingles from wearing this ring, as if more blood rushes through the area. [2 coins]
2. Christine Jr. - A tiny red convertible. It's powered by pedals like a bicycle, with a steering wheel. For some reason it makes you think of old men in silly hats. [6 coins]



(( OOC: Don't forget to submit your orders for any threads that aren't with the Alchemist or Garfield! The Alchemist and Garfield both have "office hours" now so feel free to reach out to them. The compact functions have also been updated and don't forget activity check!

This week is where the real game begins, so get in your regains and CR while you can. >:3 ))

Comments

[draconite]

[ It's been one week – seven full days – since they woke up here and nobody's dead yet. And Bryn might not usually think of herself as the cynical sort, but she's very surprised they've lasted this long. Things are starting to drag, too – now the novelty of having found herself here is starting to wear off, she's starting to get bored. Even the arrival of the weird... cat thing hasn't done much to shake things up, so she's going to have to make her own fun. Woe is her.

Early morning, you'll find her puttering around the kitchen and making herself some breakfast. Despite having the energy of a girl who survives on catering sprinkles and ring pops (hypothetically speaking anyway), she's doing reasonably well in reheating some meat and toasting some bread on the stove. Or at least she is until the stove proves persistent in sputtering out, despite all her efforts to keep it going. Eventually, she gives a huff and stoops down to look into the fire with a degree of caution that seems uncharacteristic for her. ]

Just what is the matter with this thing...?

[ Breakfast eventually consumed, Bryn then makes her way to the training room with the intent of working off a little energy. The equipment isn't exactly impressive, but without her own weapons she'll just have to make do with what's here. She tests out a few of the weights – she lifts them with basically zero visibly exertion which is kind of wild for a girl her size?? – before she settles to trying out the weapons. They're too light and blunt for her usual tussling but she can at least try and keep in practice with them. Should you happen to be around when she's getting into this nonsense, she'll perk up and wave you over. ]

Are you here to train? You wouldn't happen to be open for a bit of sparring, would you?

[

Once evening comes around and she's gotten the urge to tussle out of her system, Bryn retires to the library to poke around the fiction section and see if there's anything worth reading. All the inappropriate books get a joyfully scandalized "Goodness!" and a whole storm of giggling out of her, but eventually she'll settle herself down with a book that is probably not about to turn into smut and get to reading. ]

Kitchen

[spitessier]

[Perhaps unsurprisingly given he's a responsible adult, there's Katsuya early in the morning]

Having trouble with the stove?

[Everything alright, Bryn?]

[draconite]

So it seems. [ Said with a huff of annoyance. ] The fire doesn't seem to be in a cooperative mood.

[ It's sputtering and dying even as she speaks and she gives it a cautious prod with the fire poker. ]

See?

[spitessier]

Let me try. I'll do what I can to get this solved.

[Let's try to make this stove work for once!]

library

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

[Mei pops her head into the library and waves.]

Oh, Bryn-san! You seem to be having fun.

[draconite]

I wouldn't go that far. [ Of course, she's still giggling as she says so. ] But some of these books are a bit much!

[ She holds up a copy of some romance novel with a cover that looks like someone was told to draw the world's most generic smutty romance cover. ]

Our host must have interesting tastes to fill the library with these!

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

"The Queen Gets Her Way..." Don't tell me this is another one of those ones! Patchouli-san warned me the other day.

Training Room

[cuttingremark]

[Loki raises an eyebrow.]

Are you certain?

[draconite]

Would I have asked if I wasn't?

[ She's buzzing with energy, bouncing up and down on her heels as she speaks. ]

It wouldn't do to let myself get out of practice, after all.

[cuttingremark]

[Loki shrugs and summons two of the training daggers he'd knicked earlier last week. Not like he has anything better to do.]

I won't be going easy on you.

kitchen

[amitiesbind]

[ Olive sort of. Moves over to examine the fire as well. ]

Is it broken?

[draconite]

It will be if it keeps this up! [ Punctuated by a very angry jab into the densely piled logs. ] Why won't this wretched thing stay hot long enough for me to prepare a meal?!

[amitiesbind]

Uh, I don't know.

[ She walks towards it. ]

I haven't used it yet - is it wood-burning, or...?

Training Room

[predecir]

No! No, I was just looking around, I don't really...

[Does Bruno look like he can fight? He was just poking his head in - it's good to know what kind of stuff's available to you, even if you probably won't really use it.]

[draconite]

You don't? Well, don't you think now would be the best time for you to learn?

[ RUN FOR YOUR LIFE ]

[predecir]

Nnnnnot really...

[EDGING BACKWARDS...]

Training Room

[nomansbosom]

...heck yes.

[Come at him, Bryn.]

You wanna go blades or bare-knuckle style, Princess?

[draconite]

[ She's in the middle of squaring herself up for a good ol' tussle, but quite abruptly, she deflates. ]

Ugh. Do you really have to call me that?

[nomansbosom]

...Should I not?

[Just. The fact that it's being asked is probably the answer, right.]

I mean it's like part of your name, isn't it?

training room

[guffawsungraciously]

[...you know, if he wasn't even at least a little invested in the idea of getting into a sparring match, he wouldn't be here.

So you know.]

Well, why not? I suppose it could not hurt overmuch to keep in practice.

[draconite]

Exactly!

[ She pumps her fists and bounces up and down on her heels, absolutely brimming with excited energy. ]

I should warn you, I'm much stronger than you might think!

Training Room;

[replacementshield]

[ Well, earlier during the day Felix is in here, so it's no surprise that he does catch sight of her in the middle of testing out the weapons available. But he pauses regardless as she passes the question his way. ]

May as well. Pick your weapon and get to it.

[ Felix will pull out a training sword, and wait for her to pick her weapon. ]

[draconite]

Wonderful!

[ She makes a show of selecting one of the spears and then points it at him, clearly bubbling with excitement over getting to tussle with someone. ]

Are you sure you're quite ready? I'm much stronger than you'd give me credit for!

training room bc what else

[philomachy]

[He really should know better than to come here again and again, but right now Zenos is very akin to a tiger in a cage, circling back and forth. No one's tossed a pumpkin into the enclosure yet, so. Back to the weapons it is.

He tilts his head at Bryn's invitation. Also? Kind of impressed by how she's moving those weights, too.]

I cannot say the prospect is too inviting... the weaponry here is too lackluster to make for a proper fight.

...All the same, I will not say no.

[draconite]

It's all quite underwhelming, isn't it?

[ She's weighing one of the practice spears half-heartedly in her hands, looking thoroughly unimpressed. ]

They look as though they'd snap in two if you landed a hard blow. That's the last thing anyone should want from a weapon.