WEEK 1

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Now that we've got that out of the way, it seems the participants are free to explore the manor at their leisure. The entire first floor is available to them at all times, and any attempts to maneuver outside or to a different floor will prove useless. Seems you're going to get very familiar with this area over the next week or so.

There may be something there that wasn't there before, namely, a set of rules posted next to the bios. Take heed of them, mortals. If you wish to have a private conversation with your Host, it's now entirely possible.

With all that in mind, exploring sounds like a good idea. Proceed with caution, mortals. There are no safety bars to be lowered here.]

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{ooc: This is the last mod post of the week - we'll have the new week log up for you on Sunday! Feel free to drop your coins into the slot machine if you've earned them. Just remember that this first week is a peace week, meaning that there will be no murder! Enjoy the quiet while it lasts, kids.}

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[toogoodforhim]

[As she reads, he doesn't. Seem to take it well. Something sad crosses his face at Lefou is entirely average in everything that he does, with no great accomplishments to his name, and it stays there as she finishes reading.]

...Oh.

It's- it's not...wrong... But how did they know all this?

[chainbroke]

[ She shakes her head, looking troubled, and she... gosh, she feels horrible for him. Such a cruel thing to write... ]

I'm sorry, Lefou... What's written here... It's not very nice at all. But I'm not sure how they found all of this out. Mine is accurate, but... it's not information that's easily known.

[toogoodforhim]

It could have been worse. That's... the whole thing, right?

[You're not leaving anything out to spare him?]

[chainbroke]

[ She nods. ]

I don't see any reason to keep things from you... especially if you know them already.

[toogoodforhim]

[He smiles.]

I appreciate that.

...You don't have to tell me what yours says, if you don't want.

[chainbroke]

Oh... I don't mind, since I told you what yours says... it's only fair, I think.

[ And she'll go ahead and read hers off for him. ]

[toogoodforhim]

[...If he was being honest, everything about "rechaining" and "keybearer" flew right over his head. But he listened.]

That sounds... [Messed up. Confusing.] ...lonely.

[chainbroke]

[ She probably wouldn't even blame him. ]

It... wasn't terrible. There are worse things that can happen.

[toogoodforhim]

Well, yeah, but... That doesn't mean it should've happened to you.

[chainbroke]

[ That manages to make her pause, and she actually looks... incredibly surprised. ]

I... I suppose not. But... there's no changing the past, is there?

[toogoodforhim]

[He looks lost for a second, then smiles kind of sadly at her.]

Guess not.

I kind of... know a thing or two, about getting taken in by the wrong people.

[chainbroke]

Oh...

I'm sorry, Lefou. Is it... the Captain mentioned in your biography?

[toogoodforhim]

I- Yeah. He was my friend, when we were kids. That's... how I like to remember him.

[While his feelings about the man's death are complicated...]

Anyway, can't change the past, right?

[chainbroke]

[ She frowns, but she won't pursue the subject anymore. ]

That's right... But, we can learn from the past. [ She fidgets a little. ] I know I have, at least.

[toogoodforhim]

I hope to. It's... Still kind of the recent past, but it's for the best that he's gone.

[he's enjoying his newfound freedom.]

[chainbroke]

[ She pauses. ]

It's... the same, for two of the others who were with me in Castle Oblivion. They wanted nothing but to control someone for their own gain.

[toogoodforhim]

Gaston was never like that - he was the town hero, everybody loved him. But he couldn't handle not getting what he wanted.

[chainbroke]

Was he... like that, when you were children?

[ ... ]

I'm sorry. If it's too painful, you don't have to answer.

[toogoodforhim]

No, it's okay. He was... I guess he was kind of like that when we were kids. Just one of those guys, you know, loves being the center of attention. It was fine then, you know, just troublemaking boy stuff.

[chainbroke]

But... when he grew older, it became worse?

[toogoodforhim]

...Yeah.

When he was promoted to Captain, he promoted me to be his ordonnance - that's... like the Captain's servant, basically. I cleaned his weapons, carried messages for him, everything he asked me to do. And he looked out for me. Just like when we were kids.

[chainbroke]

I see...

But it... did it stay like that for long? Him looking out for you?

[toogoodforhim]

Oh, yeah. Without him, I was... Well, I would've been nothing. Maybe less than nothing.

He was more...temperamental, after the war, but I was still his second. I should've seen it sooner, I should have...

[By now, he can't meet her eyes.]

[chainbroke]

[ ... oh, this is hitting a bit close. Naminé frowns. ]

I... when you're in a situation like that... I think it's difficult to see it. Fear, especially, is... hard to see, when you're in a place constantly surrounded by it.

Or you get used to the certain way a person acts, and nothing seems... strange, or wrong.

[toogoodforhim]

...Yeah, that. Sounds about right.

[All of that, tbh.

He glances up at her.]

You're not... Did somebody ever treat you like that?

[Does he have to fight somebody

he's not good at it

but he will]