WEEK 6

[whimsicalism]

Only one of your group died last week but the castle feels empty somehow. Whatever your thoughts on Alice were she did seem to curb the Cat's--no, the Storyteller's--impulses somewhat. Even if the Storyteller gave an end date for the game there seems to be a sinister air around the castle now. There's an area for the adventurous, at least?

Still, it likely won't help heal the wounds from last week... though, apparently, the Storyteller has decided to refill the library.

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[Hello to week six, the last normal week before endgame! Don't forget to lose a memory. There's no AC this week! You can find the Storyteller at the audience chamber if you really want. As always you can turn in your threads for fabulous prizes!]

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[xxxx_me]

[He's been out of it all day, but he's on alert as he follows the voices, frowning.]

[whimsicalism]

Like hell you didn't do anything! You're the Storyteller, aren'tcha? You--you made me forget Erika! I mean, Oriko! Gah--! Just hold still you stupid brat!

[There are clanging noises as something keeps striking the teacup. Something sharp judging by the new scratches.]

Stop! I'm not the Storyteller! I'm not, I'm not!

[Kirika suddenly lets out a grunt of pain. A combat knife falls to the bottom of the teacup and then is picked up again.]

J-just, leave me alone! We don't have to do anything right now--!

[The other voice snarls as Kirika yells:]

Like hell!

[There's a sick wet noise as blood begins to drip down on the floor as Kirika's voice stutters. Alice is crying.] You damn doll--! You... I'm not going to let you get away!

[xxxx_me]

[...Well, at least she fought back. He'll continue to observe.]

[whimsicalism]

[There seems to be a good reason that Oriko killed her unawares even without the Cat. The teacup door opens as Alice struggles to leave. She screams as there's a thud.]

Not so fast, Alice!

[She struggles away from the dying Kirika but there's a sickening thud as the door slams. A sickening crunch and white dust puffs out from the teacup door.]

Just--I'm takin' you with me!

[Alice's sobs continue as the door slams again and again and again. There's no more voices as both girls drift into unconsciousness and die.

The fate of the previous round has been found.]

[xxxx_me]

[...

Well, he now has some good guesses as to why Alice didn't remember all that.

Anything else worth poking at, or are we clear?]

[whimsicalism]

[You're clear.]