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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

[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...

[dishonestliving]

Yeah. So, trying to hide it...

...Ugh, what's the point of knowing that, anyway?

[foreveralawn]

There was a p-plague mentioned in the j-journal... The one we f-found when we w-woke up, remember?

Re: III - VI - THE STUDY

[impolicy]

Fucking hell, fucking hell!

[ shaking her fingers a bit ]

Re: III - VI - THE STUDY

[foreveralawn]

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