WEEK 4

[whimsicalism]

Even as the castle--is it even right to consider as a 'castle'?--continues to grow more accessible more of the group is whittled away. Even your own memories fade as the Alices continue their 'game'. As the new nautically themed area opens new residents of the castle seem to have appeared. A family of living dolls has moved themselves into the dining hall while a lovesick apple tree familiar from Friday seems to have taken root in the garden. Along with the graveyard in floor three the Alices seem to want you to remember your fallen friends in some very... different ways.

Maybe the upcoming holiday will distract the Alices from moving their game along? Only time will tell.

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[Welcome to Week 4! Don't forget to submit your memory losses and your weekly AC here. The Alices can be found in their audience hall. As always, don't forget to turn in threads forfabulous prizes.]

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EARLY MORNING JOYRIDE

[octopups]

[Many, many hours before the party, probably even before breakfast, anyone who may perchance be in the carnival area will see an... interesting sight.

Perhaps they first hear it. The unmistakable sound of a small propeller-driven aircraft. Then they look up, and there, in the sky, circling a hundred feet over the stalls, is a doghouse. A doghouse with biplane wings and a propeller. And sticking out the "cockpit" of this doghouse, looking in all directions, noses up and little tongues flopping out, are, naturally, four small dogs. (The other four are below operating the stick and other controls.)

And, faintly, over the prop noise and carnival sounds, you might even here a little boy voice shouting:]

YEEEEAAAAAAAHHH!! WOO-HOOOOOO!!!

Groundside

[And the plane has landed gracefully on a particularly long and straight walkway between two rows of stalls! There's a reason he did this at the crack of dawn (at least according to rough first-floor castle consensus time, also known as CCT (according to literally only me, just now).) He wanted to make sure he didn't hit anybody coming down.]

[Maybe he was wrong, and there are certain weirdos among you wandering the carnival at ass-o-clock! Maybe he was just up there so long he lost track of time! Either way come reprimand and/or congratulate these flying dogs.]

[battlestations]

[Nigel wipes a proud tear from his eye watching dogs flying the doghouse plane. Some things in this world are beautiful]

[octopups]

[Look upon your son, Nigel, for he is many and a wonder to behold.]

[Also he is banking overhead and looking down out of the cockpit at you with one member while another sticks its chin up in the air and sways its head back and forth. It's probably meant to be an analog of a human wave but it looks very silly.]