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[opening_act]

Who: Exael, others
When: Day 5, Afternoon
Where: The Arena.
What: Game 3

[ Another day, another blast of the trumpets, another game.

Exael is there this time, in her human guise, standing in the center of the arena, and in the center of a giant circular mirror with a clock face painted on, that has been installed in the floor beneath her.

Both of the painted hands are currently pointed towards XII

Exael raises both her arms with a flourish and calls out as people enter: ]

Come one, come all! Take your positions, for soon the curtains will rise on our next act!

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Re: III - VI - THE STUDY

[foreveralawn]

[trying to light the incense burner]

Re: III - VI - THE STUDY

[fallenature]

[ you need something in the incense burner to light it ]

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[foreveralawn]

[...figuring that out after wasting...several matches... #amnesialife

abandoning that effort for the moment to check out the books on the shelves]

Re: III - VI - THE STUDY

[fallenature]

[ one book is pulled half-way out. an old book. Well, all the other books are old too, so maybe nothing special about that. Flipping through the pages, most of it is half-nonsensical old english, but if you take the time to stop and read you can decipher on one page:

"Thimiamate for Monday is folium mirti, and lawlri, and leaves of good odor of all sweet flowers.

Thimiamate for Tuesday is sanders, the red, black, and white, and all sweet woods as lignum aloes, cypress, balsam, and such like.

Thimiamate for Wednesday is the rinds of all sweete woods, as cinnamon, cassia ligina corticus, lauri, and macis, and all sweet seeds.

Thimiamate for Thursday is all sweet fruits as nutmeg, cloves, the rinds of oranges and citrines, dry and powdered with such like of good odor."

though in the book it's written rather more like "...Thimiamate on the tewsdaye is sanders the redd blake and white, and all swete..." It's probably not worth it to go through more.

it would probably worth ignoring except for the four bags of incense taped to the back. ]

Re: III - VI - THE STUDY

[foreveralawn]

[squinting to read the text, holding the book close to her nose. the dates catch her attention immediately, and she checks the day circled on the calendar.]

Thursday...

[checking the incense bags for labels, hoping to find one labeled "Thursday" or the Old English equivalent.]

Re: III - VI - THE STUDY

[fallenature]

[ one is labeled citrus and spices ]

Re: III - VI - THE STUDY

[foreveralawn]

[hmmm. close enough. carefully unsticking that packet and taking it (and the book) back to the incense burner to see if this spice packet is what the incense burner needs to, well, burn. :|b]

Re: III - VI - THE STUDY

[impolicy]

Find anything interesting. . .

Re: III - VI - THE STUDY

[foreveralawn]

Well, uh, there's t-this thing.

[She points at the incense burner.]

And t-this book...it was p-pulled out to a page about d-days of the week, and their, um...r-related spices? S-So I thought...since there's a d-date that's circled...maybe the spices for T-Thursday m-mean something...

Still t-trying to figure out h-how it all g-goes together though. Should I...b-burn the spices...?

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[impolicy]

Let's give it a go!

Re: III - VI - THE STUDY

[foreveralawn]

[fiddles with the incense burner until she finds a spot that looks like the spices ought to go there.

puts the spices there.

stows the book somewhere safe and then...tries lighting the burner again...

ready to duck at any moment.]

Re: III - VI - THE STUDY

[fallenature]

[ you light the incense burner, and a pleasant, smell of citrus and spice wafts through the room. there's a nostalgic feeling to it, even though your memories are missing you think you almost could recall—

almost. . .? ]

[ you remember the orchard burning.

the heat is unbearable and the trees that provided so well for you and others are withering to char and ash in the flickering flames. the sickness started with the apples, they said.

before that they said it started with the water that carried a taint. with the touch of a stranger from foreign lands. you wear gloves and don't feel guilty hiding the warped claws at the ends of your digits, because even if it's true, the damned silly fools are doing a good job destroying themselves anyway. ]

[ . . . your hands are fine. ]

Re: III - VI - THE STUDY

[foreveralawn]

W...What was...

[checking her hands, and then twisting her fingers together]

[dishonestliving]

[l...looking over. her pile of almost-useful + definitely not useful books has slipped off her lap and to the floor]

What did you...

[foreveralawn]

I...I j-just lit it with the T-Thursday s-spices...

[dishonestliving]

What the hell do "Thursday spices" have to do with burning down our orchard?

[she presses her claws--no, just plain old human fingers--into her hands]

[foreveralawn]

W-Well, there were s-spices listed in this b-book according to d-days of the week, so I t-thought, since Thursday was circled on the c-calendar, that's the d-day whose spices s-should be burned...

I t-thought we'd g-get a clue to the k-key or something! N-Not...that.

[dishonestliving]

You...you saw the same thing, then. A...

[how to describe that?]

...A fire.

[foreveralawn]

And...the h-hands...

[dishonestliving]

A stranger from foreign land...

[foreveralawn]

D...do you think t-that's who it was? W...Whose m-memory that was?

The...the infector...?

[dishonestliving]

Dunno... They might have thought other people thought they were, though.

[foreveralawn]

Or afraid of t-that happening...

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[impolicy]

Fucking hell, fucking hell!

[ shaking her fingers a bit ]

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[foreveralawn]

That...m-must have b-been the plague...