castle_whims | WEEK 1

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WEEK 1

Well! That was some tea party, huh? You've finally seen the faces (or perhaps the singular is more proper here?) of your captors. A pair of creepy twins seem to fit the overall theme of the Castle at least. Why not have Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum, after all?

Regardless, it doesn't seem that they're changing their minds any time soon. The first floor of the Castle is still open up to you. The Audience Hall is still locked most of the time so perhaps you can meet the Alices there if you need to. There are plenty of things to occupy your time before the inevitable slow erosion of your memories. If this is a game, who will make the first move? You or the twins?

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((OOC: Welcome to peace week! There will be no case this week so just have fun and explore. If you want to investigate please put Investigation in your top level. Don't forget to put threads in for regains or go to the Audience Hall to meet the Alices.

Also, if you want to keep up to date on things we now have a discord server!))

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[He startles a little in return, but he stands his ground even as his legs begin to shake underneath him.]

It might be poisonous- really, really poisonous!

[She whips him with her switch at that - not hard at least, but it's bound to sting a little. This is her being relatively nice, because Allen has been much more sensible than some of the others here so far, but she is determined he snap out of it, and she has exactly one (1) tool in her belt when it comes to interacting with people she feels need correction in any way.]

This is meant to be modeled after Alice in Wonderland, not Snow White! Why on earth should there be poison apples here?!

[It does sting- and he falls onto the ground partially out of surprise from the sudden pain, tears springing into his eyes even as he stares numbly at her, a hand over his arm where he was struck.]

-Stella...

M-My friend Stella... ate one of those apples and died. She was right in front of me, and-

[Oh. Now he's just crying again.]

[Oh boy she looks Really Really Taken Aback By This Situation, And This Is Not The Response She Wanted Or Expected And Now She Doesn't Know What To Do.

Normally this works??? Normally people don't immediately burst into tears? Especially people she vaguely likes, who have at least been much more tolerable than some she's met so far. Thus far Allen has seemed reasonably intelligent, and pleasant to be around, and now he is on the floor and crying. She hadn't even hit him that hard!

The instinct at this point is to hit him again but that would probably make this worse???]

T-that- It's not- There's no reason for this to be the same kind of apple, even if all the apples of that kind are poison!

You can't be afraid of apples forever! They're a very common fruit! There's a bowl right behind you, I ate one today already!

[He's sniffling, trying to get himself to stop, but he's kind of a crybaby on a good day much less a day when it's time to remember Stella dying right in front of him.

He pulls his arms closer to his chest, curling up a little on the ground.]

-The note.

[It's on the ground. What does it say?]

... what?

[WHAT DOES A NOTE HAVE TO DO WITH THIS? WHAT DOES SHE DO WITH SOMEONE WHO IS CRYING? Franziska, not having seen the note in the first place, has still not noticed it and so has absolutely no idea what he's talking about.]

[He raises a hand, pointing at it.]

[Finally seeing it now that it is pointed out she reaches down and picks it up, reading it quickly and going white as she does. She sinks to the ground next to Allen and offers it to him, apple still clutched in her other hand.]

[He stares at the note for a full moment before letting out a shuddering breath, another tear streaking down his cheek.

It really is...

...]

Can I have the apple?

I... I don't want to see anyone...

I don't want to see anyone die like that ever again.

[She looks at him, unmoving.]

But... if it's so dangerous, why do you want it? What would you even do with it?

[Honestly he seems nice enough so far but she is really not at all sure she should trust someone else with a magic death fruit that had just been spit out at her.]

Hide it where nobody will ever find it. That way no one can get their hands on it ever again.

[His face is still tearstained, but his voice is firm.]

How can I know that you'll hide it where no one will find it? How can there even be a place like that, somewhere like here? Do you think I'd let someone eat it?

[She stares down at it in her hand - such a small thing, and it seems so bright and inviting.]

What does it even do? You... And why is it here, anyway? This isn't your home, is it?

If I have to, I'll keep it with me so I know for sure.

I don't know why it's here - maybe they made the Dream real somehow-- but those apples have killed so, so many people already, so--

[His voice is shaking. He's crying again just thinking about it.]

Please. I don't want to see it again.

I don't want people to die again...

[She finally scowls at that and decisively stands, reaching down to grab him and drag him bodily to his feet as well as she is able and beginning to pull him down the hallway. She is petite, but she has 2 whole inches on him and she has Determination on her side, and if she has to pull him down the hallway by his shirt collar she will certainly try, but hopefully it does not come to that; it would end poorly for all involved.

One way or another though she is getting him to her room, pushing him through the door, and locking it behind them.]

Don't be a fool, if you carry it with you it would be easier to lose!

[He is mostly here to make him feel better. For her part, she looks carefully around the room before fixing on the television. After carefully setting the apple down she marches over to this and pulls it around, looking at the back.]

Is there a screwdriver somewhere here, do you think?

[There's a quiet yelp as he's dragged to his feet, and partially dragged down the hallway - he's got his feet working at least, but he's definitely lagging behind her in speed, having to catch up with little spurts here and there until finally they arrive in her room.

He also winces as she admonishes him, raising an arm to wipe away the latest bout of tears. She's right, he knows that, but...

But then she's messing with the TV?]

...I'm not sure. [But he thinks he understands what she's getting at - puzzles were a staple of the dream after all.] Can we open it if we slot something else in that's the right size?

I'm sure we can.

[She looks a little worried despite the confidence in her voice, natural and decisive. She stares at the screws for a moment - they were much harder to remove without the proper tools but they have none, as far as she has seen. Eventually she pulls out a coin and tries to unscrew the television's back with it - it's a little awkward, but it should work.

Do you have an extra coin? I can help too.

[She has a bunch, and does offer him one, though it's slightly crowded with two children huddled around the back of a television. Eventually they manage to get the back plastic separated, and Franziska carefully looks at the tubing and wires.]

I think there's enough room.

[Nodding.]

We can put it in here. And, um...

If someone gets poisoned... we can double check to make sure.

Yes. I don't think anyone can come in here without me, of course but... but if I die, I suppose you know and can check.

Let's put the back on again.

[She doesn't like saying it, but it is a possibility, isn't it? Pretending otherwise won't do anything. She hesitates over the television when she's done, looking down and considering. What if she did die?]

Maybe I should... give you something of mine. That's how the doors, open, right?

[...This is so depressing.]

Only if you want to.

[It is best to be practical about all this, she knows that much, but she does hate to give away anything too important, and it's not like she has much. A pen from her room probably wouldn't count, after all.

Finally, scowling, she marches over to her wardrobe and pulls it open, then digs through the shelves until she emerges with a crisp strip of white cloth - an ascot, clean and folded into a small square, and thrusts it into his hand.]

My papa would say it is better to be prepared. You can't be perfectly prepared if you don't also prepare for every eventuality. But you'd better not lose it!

[He looks surprised, taking it carefully with both his hands.]

...Okay. I'll make sure to keep it safe.

[He seems genuine about that much, at least.]

Good! Not that I expect anyone to find it here in any case, but now you can check if someone... if something happens, and you need to.

[He nods.]

It sounds like everyone's going to be careful to make sure nothing happens, but... Just in case.

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