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WEEK 3
All three deaths last were tragic in their own ways. Was trust so fragile in that castle that a simple misunderstanding could end in blood? It seemed to be the case. The trial proved that without a doubt. Surely no one else would make that mistake again. As another week begins the tea cup elevator has granted access to a new area. Maybe the new amusements of a festival will ease your wounded hearts?
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
[It's time for week three! We're almost half-way done with our trip in the castle. Don't forget to submit your memories here and your activity here. Even though, the Queen seems to be a little more steady on her feet you can find her and the other Alice at the audience hall. As always, don't forget to submit your comments for fabulous prizes.]
[It's time for week three! We're almost half-way done with our trip in the castle. Don't forget to submit your memories here and your activity here. Even though, the Queen seems to be a little more steady on her feet you can find her and the other Alice at the audience hall. As always, don't forget to submit your comments for fabulous prizes.]
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[And when he finds the portrait, dusts it off and looks at it up and down from several angles, he will probably have no idea what to make of the person in the picture either. What does he see?]
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Mikhail - Our Mistake
Age: 1
Height: ??? (dragon)
Weight: ??? (dragon)
Likes: Zero, singing, eating
Dislikes: Killing, wyverns
"I'm not a stinky dragon, nor am I a dirty dragon,
Hop on my back and let's go for a ride. Yay!" - Mikhail
On the back is a piece of paper with the words: Died the seventh week. Poisoned by eating chicken and doughnuts prepared by Viola. Accidentally killed Esther and Dani Dennison when he died in mid-flight.]
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[He reads the profile, while also looking around the room. The fact that he likes the number zero so much makes Amdi like this guy even more, he agrees that it is a totally rad mathematical concept, but drawing it all over the room seems kinda excessive. When he turns the portrait over to read the back, he is saddened but not really surprised.]
[He carries the portrait with him as he examines the rest of the room. Anything on the desk or in the drawers or the wardrobe? (
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Anyway, just a lot of different flowers from the garden. Dried now. There's nothing in the wardrobe, unfortunately.]
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[In either case Amdi is going to carry the portrait out of the room and fully walk out the door. Then, also for curiosity's sake but probably more relevantly, he's gonna try and close the door fully, and then touch Violet's doorplate and open it again.]
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Go right ahead. Nothing's changed here. This room is clear.]
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[Just to test his idea, he's going to quickly run in and simultaneously nom on the leg of Violet's chair and some non-pointy part of the disassembled VCR to check if they're still squishy.]
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[While he's nomming on things, though, he does notice something that is very familiar up on Violet's desk and hops up on her chair to look. It's... his quill pen and ink case. From back home.]
[For a moment Amdi is confused, until he realizes that this must have come out of the vending machine, like some other peoples' back-home things have. And then, even more briefly, he's a little angry. Why didn't she give it to him?]
[Oh. Duh. Apart from the bent rachis, it probably looks a lot like a human quill pen set. He knew from Manaka that other planets had birds, and there's only so many ways to make a pen. She'd have no way of knowing it was his. Judging by the inked nib and one partly-used bottle, she even seems to have used it. He's... glad to have helped someone here, if only in a small, accidental way. Still, he's a bit sad as he gathers the quills and bottles and nibs into the wooden case and closes it up, then carries the whole ensemble back to his room.]
[But before he goes, he opens Mikhail's room again and props his portrait up against the desk. And in front of it, he places Mikhail's flowers.]
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