Week 1

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well that was a busy day, huh? But despite all that, a good majority of you are reasonable people, and are smart enough to find an escape without resorting to deadly violence. Maybe if you put your heads together, you'll find a way to get out of here! After all, the host is practically in shambles already, what can he do?

The whole first floor of the manor is open for your leasure now, with the only change being that there's now a set of rules in the foyer hanging on the wall.

Let the games begin.]

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Comments

[upgradeit]

Tech? Holograms and CGI are basically indistinguishable from reality nowadays.

[And anyway magic is just things science hasn't explained? But also magic would explain a Lot about things.]

[faciliheir]

Nope, nothing like that. Completely au naturel over here.

A couple of us here got magic-- I know Mad Madam Mim has way more than it's actually responsible to give her-- but I don't have too much on me. I don't even have my shadow with me!

[upgradeit]

Are all shadows magic or something? [Now that she's mentioned it, he's walking around her curiously, trying to find her shadow. Weird.] Or is that just, like, your magic? Can you make your shadow do cool things?

[faciliheir]

Some of 'em are-- usually if you're already magic, I think. Never met anyone with a living shadow who wasn't at least a little bit touched by magic.

[pause] I can't really make my shadow do much of anything. Ever since she woke up, she's existed to spite me. I'm actually glad to have her outta my hair for a bit.

[doesn't sound bitter at all]