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?

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.]

Comments

[octopups]

It is??

[He analyzes at it from several angles, but doesn't touch it yet.]

Oh... hm. Is it something like a tiny bow and arrow?

[littlebratziska]

You can hold the handle here and put a pellet in the pouch, then if you pull it back and let it go you can fire it.

[She demonstrates by hitting a sign across the room - she's not exactly practiced with slingshots specifically, but she does use whips, so she can almost sort of aim one.]

[octopups]

Ohhh, I see!

[He examines it more carefully, and moves to take it if it's offered — delicately, of course. He's never held a real weapon before, but this one seems simple enough that he doesn't feel too intimidated.]

[A thought occurs to him, and he looks up at her a little self-consciously.]

Are... are you sure you want to give this to me? Considering, we're... you know, the game, and... and everything.