WEEK 3

[whimsicalism]

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?

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[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.]

Comments

[whimsicalism]

[The same thing that happened with the VCR tape happens if he focuses super hard. That they feel more familiar to him compared to what they should be. In this case, like they were covered in Tine padding or a more familiar material native to his planet.]

[octopups]

[Well in that case the wooden chair leg feels entirely normal and the plastic VHS feels like the other one did, just for a sec, like a padded handle or something. This is very strange.]

[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.]

[whimsicalism]

[The room is quiet but somewhere Mikhail might have approve of this. Amdi is a good boy.]