week 7

[arsholes]

[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 AT 50% 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! ))

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THURSDAY

[arsholes]

[Your collective nightmare on Thursday night is CW: vomiting blood, CW: impalement: Once again, you are lying at the bottom of the pit. Your fingers curl into fists, and as your muscles stop spasming and come back under your control, you manage to push yourself up, through the pain and the freefall-feeling of the lightning that's supercharged your body.

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.]

[twibeast]

[ The nightmares have been taking a toll on him - he's never been fond of them, as infrequent as they are, and so this week has been especially hard with how vivid they are. Thankfully he doesn't actually need to sleep like mortals do, but it does put him out of sorts.

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. ]

garden

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

[Mei's walking Chiffon -- the badgermole probably wandered into the forest somewhere, so she doesn't need to deal with that right now -- and she waves, followed by a yawn.]

Oh, you named your horse Argos? That's a pretty name. It sounds important!

[twibeast]

Oh, thank you. It was the same name one of the dogsheep that used to live in Aeaea had.

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

Dogsheep? Like... half dog, half sheep? Or like a sheepdog in reverse?

1/2

[twibeast]

[ He nods. ]

More so the former. They're dogs who gained traits of sheep like wool after being used to herd them for thousands of years.

[twibeast]

[ ...but then he pauses ]

Or were they sheep who became more like dogs...?

[ itisamystery ]

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

Eh? Wait, does that mean that where you come from, animals can just become more alike if they're around each other enough? Like those people with 13 cats would turn into cat people like Garfield-san?

[twibeast]

...Oh. Yes -- have I not explained it before?

[ He has but only to a few people. Whoops. ]

Due to the overabundance of mana in Rhearth, the mana of living beings that lived in close proximity to each other started to rub off on each other, leading to mana based evolution. It's not an immediate thing by any stretch, usually taking thousands of years [ unless.... it's him you're hanging around ] but it's shaped that world to be the way it is now.

We don't have anything like Sir Garfield but we do have the Furred - those with furry animal traits like ears and tails as a result of the pets mankind kept. And cat is indeed one of the two most common.

[ No points for guessing what the other one is ]

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

Oh, really? That sounds so cute! I'm just imagining Bruno-san as a rat person now. Or Red Velvet Cookie-san with little berry ears like Chiffon-chan! Wait, is calling your citizens cute offensive? I guess I should have asked.

[twibeast]

Ahaha, no it should be fine. I think the only thing anyone finds offensive is when they're called human or you touch their tails without asking.

[ghostsguysgyuudon]

Oh, that makes sense. I wonder how all our worlds got to be so different. Even those of us from different versions of the same one.

garden;

[replacementshield]

[ Felix does so happen to come out at one point during the day and catches what Orthrus has in the garden. ]

...how long have you been at this?

[twibeast]

[ He stops and looks back at Felix ]

You mean putting together this part of the garden? About um... a week now, I'd say?

[replacementshield]

Hm. So not that long.

But, it's clear you've been putting forth a decent amount of effort.

[ So, commendable, really. ]

[twibeast]

Thank you... it's not quite at the level of the memorials we do back home, but I'm doing my best.

[encelevenemus]

[Somnus woke in a cold sweat that night, the phantom pain of metal and imagined taste of blood in his mouth lingering past the boundary of nightmare for only a fleeting minute at most.]

[...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

[draconite]

[ After a few rounds of fitful sleep, Bryn gives up on resting like a person and decides to do the reasonable thing and zone out in the lounge for a few hours until people start waking up. She trudges up there with an armful of snacks, yawning all the while – then when she pushes the lounge door open and sees Somnus sitting there she jumps about a foot in the air. ]

Do– do none of you sleep?!

[ She got spooked okay!!! ]

crunch

[encelevenemus]

Apparently, not this week.

[Unfazed, he simply moved a black knight idly into a spot further up the board.]

Why are you shouting?

[draconite]

I wasn't– [ ... okay, even she can hear that she's at a nine when this calls for MAYBE a four and she dials herself down accordingly. ] ... you startled me, is all. I wasn't expecting anyone else to be awake at this dreadful hour.

[ She wanders over and plops herself down opposite him, in that presumptuous sort of way that's just what you get used to with Bryn. ]

Have you been playing all night?

[encelevenemus]

I do not believe I have been here particularly long. I only awoke a short time ago.

[draconite]

I wish I could say the same. I've been tossing and turning all night.

[ She props her chin up in her hands and looks down at the board. A thin, worn-out smirk twitches into place on her face. ]

Who's winning, then?

[ it's not her best joke but be nice, she's tired. ]

[encelevenemus]

No one, as sleeplessness has clearly driven me mad enough to be playing a game against myself.

[...not quite a joke, but the attempt was there.]

[draconite]

[ She giggles, though not unkindly. ]

Well, if your opponent wouldn't object, would you be averse to playing a game against me? Not to brag, [ she said, bragging, ] but I'm quite the chess player! I've even come out victorious against Hubert quite a few times.

[encelevenemus]

...I would not mind that.

[mild interest is downright excitement where he's concerned, let's be real. Somnus started moving the pieces back into place, black on his side and white on Bryn's.]