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week 7
[On Sunday morning, there is a small gift waiting for the early risers in the tower: a gold key, dangling from a length of twine tied to the wooden beam across the ceiling at the cross section of the four dorms. Upon further inspection it has a particular symbol on the back half and a note that reads "Good job. Here's your reward". The note is signed Heisenberg. The key goes to seventh floor, where there is the same symbol etched above the keyhole on the lock.
Another new floor, another pair of deaths and their numbers halved in a matter of weeks. Things can't go on like this much longer.]
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
✨WEEKLY DEALS✨
1. Random Record Shuffle* - A funky fresh record you can play in a record player! The only catch is Garfield gets to pick the artist. *Repeat customers now welcome [1 coin]
2. Pondering Orb - A large red-tinted orb. Good for pondering in your deep dark lair. [2 coins]
3. Dis Bear - A human-sized plush bear in fun monochrome colors! Good thing the doorways here are pretty big. [3 coins]
✨LEFTOVER STOCK AT50% MARK-UP ON SALE✨
1. Moon God Mask - A very large moon mask that covers your entire head. It kind of makes you want to either get a hamburger or form a cult. [1 coin]
(( OOC: Don't forget to submit your orders for any threads that aren't with Heisenberg or Garfield! And don't forget activity check! ))
Another new floor, another pair of deaths and their numbers halved in a matter of weeks. Things can't go on like this much longer.]
1. Random Record Shuffle* - A funky fresh record you can play in a record player! The only catch is Garfield gets to pick the artist. *Repeat customers now welcome [1 coin]
2. Pondering Orb - A large red-tinted orb. Good for pondering in your deep dark lair. [2 coins]
3. Dis Bear - A human-sized plush bear in fun monochrome colors! Good thing the doorways here are pretty big. [3 coins]
✨LEFTOVER STOCK AT
1. Moon God Mask - A very large moon mask that covers your entire head. It kind of makes you want to either get a hamburger or form a cult. [1 coin]
(( OOC: Don't forget to submit your orders for any threads that aren't with Heisenberg or Garfield! And don't forget activity check! ))
SUNDAY
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There you go! Who's a good plant? You are!
[The planetarium seems to catch her attention for longer; she gazes at the stars a little, thinks, and starts to play with the dial. At first, she's putting in random dates and numbers to see what it'll do. But eventually, she sets it to July 27th, 1885 and stays there for a while.
Still, Bruno left her in charge of the animals, and she needs to be a responsible petsitter. So you'll find her later out in the garden taking Chiffon for a walk and putting back the grass every time he digs up the lawn, or in the Great Hall giving the rats a salad while she eats curry rice. She'll occasionally look off at nothing and sigh.]
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Meanwhile, in the Great Hall, there's a package waiting for Mei. One she definitely did not order.]
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...That's a big plant.
[ Good job stating the obvious. He is just going to keep watch and ensure he's closer so that she remains safe, because wow. ]
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[just what we fucking need]
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Following that, he heads down to the entrance hall, and he pulls out finally one of the things from one of the blind boxes. It appears to be a dancer's outfit, and he scoffs at it's appearance, but...he considers it carefully before swiftly putting it away. Of course, he also does have other things, which he's going to be setting up.
Afterwards, Felix can be found sitting in the library, papers around him at this time. They seem a little like they have seen better days, frayed and aged around the edges as he sifts through them. He seems distracted enough that he hardly tilts his head upwards when someone walks in, but if they come close, he'll ask: ]
What is it?
[ Towards the evening, Felix circles back to check out the new rooms. First, the solarium which he has seen earlier at some point, though he leaves just as quickly as he came.
Second, he sticks around in the planetarium for far longer, idly wandering around and poking around at the dial, not knowing what to do with it but noting the changes in constellation shifts that he is unfamiliar with when he does. ]
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MONDAY
"Dinner tonight will be a traditional Asgardian feast in the memory of all who have passed before courtesy of L. Odinson. (Brought to you by your local branch of Fantasy Costco)."
Any apprentice who comes to the Great Hall at dinner time will be treated to a lavish feast featuring strange fruits, warm breads, fancy cheeses, strong alcohol, and (of course) every kind of meat imaginable laid out on one of the long tables. Garfield is here to chaperone, munching on fancy cheese and directing Unseen Servants while they make the rounds refilling glasses and fetching food from anywhere on the table upon request. Loki did have a lot of gold to burn there at the end and liked you nerds enough to spend it all on you.]
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Chance, hm? Perhaps the special orders didn't hurt.
[After he's satisfied with his touching reunion he heads to the library to make a mess of a desk with a large pile of notes. The collection is halfway between research chic and old-fashioned conspiracy whiteboard, with some carefully annotated sketches of the tower layout and the runes he's aware of, as well as unfortunately detailed notes about the deaths and executions. Those have small exoflected pictures attached to them, the nearest recreation Nuadha can capture of his memories of each. He's deep in thought again and unlikely to notice anyone approach.
In the evening he can be found wandering the feast, mood a little somber. He lingers anyway, although he's avoiding the alcohol. He might have finally twigged to what happened at Wu's party weeks ago.]
...I do still have all those fireworks. I wonder if that would be traditional.
[They seem like something a number of them would have liked, at least.]
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[Calm and calculated, no matter what he felt. No matter how much he wanted to forget the entire week prior had even happened. No matter how much he felt strangely as though he had been here before, left to pick up pieces freshly re-broken.]
[Gods damn you, Loki. You utter fool.]
[…Perhaps begrudgingly, he did make an appearance at dinner: staring blankly into a glass of wine, Zephyrus perched on the back of a chair beside him with a piece of meat held in his talons.]
[Had there been such an occasion when the first Oracle died in what came to be called a tragic accident? He couldn’t remember anymore. Gods, he hoped so.]
[…Somnus wasn’t fully sure of the exact funeral rites in the modern era. He barely remembered what they had been in his own time. We give this soul to the Glacian’s mercy, that Her embrace may…something. Shiva was not exactly Lucis’ patron, but death was as cold and as natural as the turning of seasons from autumn to winter. As unforgiving and unfeeling as stone and steel.]
[This was well known, and yet… Astrals, he was so tired of this.]
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But one can't train forever, so she later goes to the entrance hall to open some Fantasy Costco boxes... but one looks particularly large and has air holes in it. That one takes priority. Good thing, too, because she lets out... Wu's badgermole.]
Eh? What are you? --There, there, don't freak out! I'm going to need to figure out where to put you...
[At least it's only the size of a horse.
After that is settled, she'll set up outside with all her Can Trade pile, animal menagerie hanging around her. It's such a nice day, after all, and why have a yard if you don't have a yard sale? Come get your crap or trade her her crap. Or just judge the rats, dog, and badgermole she's happily petting and feeding.
At the supper, Mei seems back to her old self, happily serving herself a huge pile of meat and feeding snacks and vegetables to the animals. She's eating very politely this time, though, and has dressed up in a much fancier kimono than her usual ones. Maybe it seemed appropriate.]
He did this for all of us?
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technically underage drinking cw
Midday, she finds her way to the lounge where she can be seen staring pensively into the fire which is... unusual for her. She has the folded piece of paper that caused such a commotion at the trial – her cringe ancient fanfic – and with a sigh like someone being fucking exorcized she tosses it into the fire. ]
Hopefully, this really will be the end of you...!
[ And in the evening, well, she's not going to pass up dinner. She doesn't know what Asgardian food entails but finds it to be oddly familiar. The meats and vegetables are foreign, but the presentation, the preparation is all so familiar it makes her feel intensely homesick in a way she hasn't in a long while. She piles her plate high with a little bit of everything and eats and drinks until she feels like her stomach might burst. Lulled halfway to sleep by food and wine, by the time her plate is empty, she's in a far more mellow mood than the others would have seen her by now – and more talkative by far. ]
Mm... you know, my dear companion back home would be terribly jealous to miss out on a feast like this.
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Specifically he's practicing forming his shields and other things. Reforming the mana into a sharp form a few days prior reminded him that it wouldn't hurt to practice some more in case of an emergency and so now he's forming a shield, splitting it apart into two smaller shields only slightly bigger than his hands, turning those into a more knife like shape, then putting them back together to create something more akin to a lance. ]
Seems to be all in order...
[ Once he's satisfied he checks out his blind box purchases from Garfield. Once he's gotten them, he decides it's maybe time to unload some of these by piling all of the most recent stuff on a table in the Great Hall for anyone to take (if it hasn't been handwaved as gotten back already).
In the evening he feels... a certain kind of way when he sees all the food before them. He avoids all the meat and alcohol but helps himself to the other, vegetarian options. He doesn't stay in the Great Hall though - he takes his plate up to the eighth floor and makes himself comfortable in the solarium, avoiding the weird plant and keeping near the ones he likes. He likes this room quite a lot, as it lets him enjoy plants and the sky without having to be anywhere near the water. He's got some books and writing utensils with him to read/practice with while he eats, but of course he's just as likely to be playing his harp as well. ]
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Her puppeteer is close by, though. If you want to ask her what the fuck she's doing. Patchouli might be losing her mind, a little bit. ]
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TUESDAY
MOTIVE: You Are What You Fear
Still, nightmares based on your worst fears or phobias, easily explained as they may be, are nothing to scoff at.
Even Heisenberg sounds affected, when his voice rings out throughout the tower.]
Good- [he yawns loudly, and the sound fades as if he's holding his receiver away from his mouth while he does so.] Good morning, apprentices. You know the drill. I've got a little incentive waiting for you in the Great Hall, so meet me there.
[Anyone who does come to the Great Hall will find him waiting, lying on his back across a table and tossing a small glass orb, about the size of a fist, up into the air over his head. Next to him, there are ten more glass balls identical to the one in his hands, lined up in three rows of three, with the one extra sitting in the center of a row by itself.]
Ever seen a real crystal ball before? Crazy old women use them, they say, to tell the future. Usually what they're doing, is copying down your credit card number from the reflection. But these?
[He catches the ball that he's been idly tossing and sits up, then holds it up between his thumb and forefinger. The light catches like smoke inside of the glass orb, too small to make out details.]
These don't tell the future. They see the present. They see the heart of you, and what you fear most.
[He looks around, sizing up the apprentices one by one, before he tosses the ball in his hands to Orthrus. Then gestures for everyone else to come up and get one as well.]
I'm not saying what you see in that crystal ball is going to happen, if nobody follows through on rule 4. Far be it from me to pretend to have the gift of prophecy. But...
[As the apprentices take their orbs, he looks at the dwindling supply, and at some point, the fact that there's an extra hits him, making him go a little pale.
His brow furrows as he reaches out, takes the extra, and rolls it between his palms, fidgeting with it without looking into it.]
...Chances are pretty low you're gonna get struck by lightning, too. [He taps his temple.] But never zero.
[And before anyone can ask about the extra crystal ball, he disappears with it, leaving the apprentices to ponder their orbs.]
((OOC: Welcome to a nightmares motive, and goodbye to sleep! As with the hallucinations a couple of weeks ago, this one has a psychic aspect aside from just what's in the balls
(not pee). The nightmares that you choose can be as serious or as silly as you want! If you want to focus on a fear of spiders, or holes, instead of fear of becoming your parents, or dying alone, then by all means.But each night, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, there will be a collective nightmare as well.
Tuesday's nightmare is [CW: Suffocation]: You're not yourself, but you don't know who you are. You are inside of the pit, which is barren, aside from a door in front of you with a glowing exit sign. As you begin to run for the door, poison gas pours in and you begin to choke on it as it completely obscures your vision. Finally, your vision begins to go dark, and you collapse, and then wake up.))
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Early in the day you might catch him in his second favorite room: the Tinkerer's Haven. He has goggles on, but no gloves or mask this time as he observes the Casket of Ancient Winters sitting on the table, a spell circle under it. He occasionally pauses to take notes as the spell circle shifts and changes and the icy insides of the box swirl. Whatever he's seeing apparently means SOMETHING to him, as he looks quite thrilled. If you come in he will hold up a hand and gesture to the googles on the wall before letting you in.
Later he Warps a note to Felix of all people.
Meet me in the Kitchen, bring the ingredients we spoke of- H
And in the evening he's in the Lounge, reading a very complicated looking book: "The Seventy Books by Jabir ibn Hayyan", and if you get close you might smell whiskey mixed with his coffee tonight.
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[Particularly, if they looked in the shadow of a tree in the solarium, under which Somnus was sitting on the ground with his arms folded behind his head--fast asleep, with Zephyrus perched in a branch somewhere overhead.]
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At some nebulous time on Tuesday following motive, Felix will go out of his way to distribute these papers, to those remaining. For ease of reading, they say:
"You know the drill. Come outside." - Duke Fraldarius
When or if people do end up arriving, Felix fixes whoever is around with an intent look. He looks definitely kind of tired because boy sleepless nights suck and it has been awhile since he has had a single one. Still, he carries on regardless. ]
There's less of us now. We've come this far, haven't we? By resisting in whatever way we can. If any single one of you wants to still survive, then don't give in like some kind of imbecile.
[ Anyway. ]
We should go over what we learned, recently or otherwise. The events that happened at the séance included, naturally.
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after the meeting, closed to Felix
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WEDNESDAY
You scramble to your feet and begin to run, for the exit that's just maybe 20 feet in front of you. You smell the burnt smell of ozone as the air around you shifts and charges, and then blinding, burning pain hits you between the shoulder blades, electricity coursing through your whole body as you stagger, and fall, your vision going immediately black.
And then you wake with a gasp, safe in your bed.]
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In the morning, she'll be on the grounds, mostly walking the animals. She's carefully petting the badgermole, which snuffles along the ground making confused noises.]
I can't just keep calling you "big guy," can I? Hmm, what kind of name would be easy to remember... Yakitori? Pork Loin?
[Later, she'll be in the dance studio, trying out the record she got from Garfield and nearly being bowled over.]
That wasn't what I was expecting from a dance record... It's kind of fun, though!
[At night, though, Mei returns to the theatre. Not to talk to Ghost Friend this time. She's investigating. Checking around backstage, the storage area under the stage, in the curtains, and even climbing up into the rafters if there's something to find there. There are two missing runes, and someone's got to find them before it's too late.]
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In the morning she stops by the kitchen and just... piles teaspoons and teaspoons of instant coffee into a mug before adding some hot water. That's it. That's the entirety of her prep work on this coffee. To her credit, even Bryn's looking at it dubiously. ]
Surely this can't be how you make it...?
[ Well, either way, once breakfast is done she takes herself all the way up to the seventh floor, with what looks like a stack of papers in hand. She's oddly evasive if you try and talk to her about them and she's quick to hurry along her way. If you poke into the planetarium later, though... well, you might not know exactly what it's about. But you'll find Bryn, huddled in the spot furthest away from the door with those letters piled up around her. And in the instant before she realizes she's not alone, it becomes quite clear that she's crying.
She immediately springs to her feet once she sees there's someone else there, ineffectually wiping at her face to try and pretend she's totes fine. ]
Wh–what do you want?! You could have at least knocked!
[ Come the evening and Bryn finds herself back in the lounge. She's got a few alchemy books and her intent is to stay up late until she naturally drifts to sleep. Which works for a time... you might catch her snoozing facedown in a book while the fire flickers away. But every now again, when a log pops or the fire crackles, Bryn jolts awake as if she's been slapped. ]
What– who–
[ girl just go to bed ]
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First thing's first, time to warn the tower of what Happened yesterday, now that Fruit Tea has had a day to adjust to being born.
So he Warps notes to his fellows:]
Yesterday I conducted a small experiment alongside Felix, using magic baking ingredients that I suspect Garfield acquired from Red Velvet Cookie's world. This experiment seems to have been far more successful than could have ever been expected- a cookie by the name of Fruit Tea Cookie is now among us and answers to me as a father figure. Please do not be startled if you see them. They seem to be an adult in mind and body, and so I am allowing them to come and go as they wish.
I ask you all look on them kindly.
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[And so just as Hubert says Fruit Tea can be found exploring the tower when not spending time with Hubert himself, and can be found most anywhere in the tower.
Hubert meanwhile, when not reading in the library, can be found exploring the solarium, looking at the carnivorousness plant with an oddly morose expression]
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THURSDAY
You begin to move forward. Toward the door. Toward freedom. Toward escape. You reach out, your fingertips inches from the handle.
There's a metallic click. And then nothing but blinding pain, as an iron spike lurches out of the ground and through your stomach. Your head lolls forward as blood sprays from your mouth, and you watch helplessly, your feet dangling off of the ground, as the stone floor of the pit greedily soaks up the offering of your blood.
You lift your head and reach for the door again, straining against the spike through you. Another burst of pain, hot then freezing cold, as another, thinner spike pierces through your thigh. Your hands are shaking now, your vision beginning to go blurry and dark. It hurts so bad, that you almost don't feel the third spike pierce you through the heart. Almost.
And then your vision goes black, once again, and once again you wake up whole in your bed.]
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He tends to his flowers in the garden most of the day, new ones having already been planted for Bruno and Loki. When he's done watering them, he can be found taking care of Argos the horse, sharing lunch and playing his harp while relaxing with the animal. ]
Mmm, maybe I should consider getting one of these "stables" for you after all, Argos...
[ Every now and then though he'll take out his orb, ponder it for a while before putting it away with a worried expression. ]
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[...Still, it was enough, and very early Thursday morning (or very late Wednesday night, depending on how one looked at it) found him in the lounge with a cup of coffee at hand. After what appeared to be quiet contemplation, he made a small gesture with one hand--and a fully laid-out chessboard appeared on the table in a flicker of light.]
[Mindlessly, he shifted the pieces around on both sides--as if slowly playing out a game against himself.]
bryn eating the chess pieces w/o him noticing
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