WEEK 5

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WEEK FIVE

21 Vacationers

The weekend sure was something, wasn't it? Tempers flared, explosions burst, and some were treated to an immersive sand bath experience. Come Monday at least, things seem quieter though not in the unnatural still way—the distortions on the islands have receded sometime in the night (with some impressive firework-like booms that may have stirred your sleep, at that; and the waves seem a little higher this morning) and the various amenities on the island have been made orderly again. Though, as always, some traces remain in the landscape; the waterfall looks like it has seen better days, though it's no longer in danger of coughing up debris on your head if looked at wrong.

This week like the rest brings new locations for you to explore, on Kakapo's Nest though it seems like only one of them really fits the vacation vibe. Hope you like snow!

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WEATHER ALERT:

Bulletin:
Starting Monday morning and continuing throughout the week, pollen counts will be elevated. This is expected to last until late Thursday

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TASKS:

Breathe Freely:
Enjoy the great outdoors with a fellow vacationer! It's never too late to appreciate nature.
(REWARD: RARE!)

(( Yes, only one task this week which is memshare with someone else. Have fun!
REMINDER: Task submissions are due Friday by 9 PM EST/6 PM PST. ))

(( OOC: Murder proposals are due by Tuesday at 4 PM EST / 1 PM PST, for the current week's murder, which is the last week of standard murder, week 6 being endgame!!

Also, as always, your admins can be contacted for a chat. ))

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[townmusician]

[I'll be posting individual memories in reply to this for anyone who wants a memory! If we haven't talked about things (or we have talked about things and I just forgot), feel free to hit me up for a bespoke memory!

Or just use one of the below and assume your character saw it. Anything goes!]

Beelzebub

[idologue]

[ You're crammed into the cockpit of a mobile suit. Your clothes bunch up awkwardly under your flight suit and you have to angle yourself awkwardly to fit - after all, you're sitting on the pilots lap. His name is Kira. You met him only a few days ago, but he is a good person. He's going to set you free. You won't be a prisoner, you won't be leverage in this war. You'll get to go home.

The mobile suit stops, in the middle of space. In front of it is another mobile suit. Kira points his robot rifle at him.

Athrun Zala... is it? Kira speaks and his voice seems strained. Athrun was his friend, once. He told you.

That's right - that one's Athrun's voice, over the intercom. When Kira demands that he open his cockpit, he complies. Kira opens his as well. In the vacuum of space, the three of you can now look at each other - small figures in an endless cosmos.

Say something, Kira instructs gently. He can't see your face. He must be convinced that it's you. ]

Oh... I see. Hello, Athrun. It's nice to see you!

[ Your tone is conversational. You add in a little wave, for good measure. Damn it! says Mr. Pink, always by your side. It's enough for Athrun to confirm your identity. Kira lets you go, pushes you through empty space so you can float towards your fiancé. He was kind to you. ]

Thank you for everything, Kira. And Athrun, you too.

[ You smile at the both of them. It's your privilege as a civilian - you get to smile at these two enemies, with the same fondness in your heart for each. Maybe it's seeing this that makes something inside Athrun flip a switch.

Kira! You come, too! He's pleading. There's no reason for you to remain with the Earth Forces!

When Kira answers, you feel as though you can see the tears swimming in his eyes, even though he's so far away already. Believe me, I don't want to fight you. But aboard that ship are people I want to protect. My friends are aboard this ship!!

You can hear his despair. Next to you, Athrun's breath hitches. The tears have reached him, too, but he won't let them flow. Then I have no choice. The next time we battle, I will personally defeat you! He declares it loudly.

You hear a similar resolution in Kira's voice when he responds: The same goes for me!

As Kira closes his cockpit and his machine begins to drift away, you feel your heart ache. There could be a world in which the three of you are able to laugh together, but the war has ripped this world to pieces before it was even born. The war is forcing them to pick sides - and you decide that you can't do that. You can't pick a side and wish for the survival of one over the other. ]

lacus

[townmusician]

[You’re in an office in Tokyo, standing around as the company president looks at an article detailing a show you were on with one of your group members. He looks disappointed, frustrated that it wasn’t an utter disaster.]

Even though that TV show was supposed to be punish you…

[Your manager sighs, and your other group members seem to have had a good time with their own bit, as well. You can’t help but feel irritated when Minami speaks up, and the blond seems to notice. Touma is exasperated, wanting you to make up already, and Tsukumo picks up on it immediately, his mood immediately picking up. His motions are as exaggerated as they always are, but he’s delighted by the opportunity to watch you tear each other apart.]

What what? You had a fight? Let’s do it like a witch’s trial and everyone can attack the one who did the worst thing!

[Just ignore him, just dismiss him, he wants you to fail and you all know this, but you can’t help how annoyed you are with him and everyone else in the room.]

Boooring… I wanna do a good job at making you feel bad after all. Say, what do you guys dislike?

[A lie, even though Touma doesn’t get it. The redhead is too honest, too earnest, especially for the likes of the rest of you. It’s not going to change anything, with the festival in Denmark coming up. A total sham, so Tsukumo can see you humiliated and be done with you, ruining your reputation just like you helped to ruin TRIGGER’s. You stay quiet as Touma tries to encourage Minami and Torao, somehow deluding himself into thinking idols can succeed at a metal festival, but it’s pointless. You’re quiet until Tsukumo brings up letting you have the week after the festival off - maybe he’ll send you somewhere nice, like Hawaii, but you know there’s a better place for all of you.]

…Is somewhere other than Hawaii okay, too?

[He seems baffled by your suggestion of Northmeir, and you ignore the look on Minami’s face. It has nothing to do with him and the fact he studied there, you say, because the Midou’s have a hotel there. Torao will put you up for free, and Tsukumo laughs. The tension still builds, though, with Torao snapping at him.]

I didn’t come along to be tormented. If you don’t change your attitude, I’ll qui—

Quit if you want. It’s not like I need you either. Clap clap, job well done.

[You’ve had it. You’re so tired of all of this fighting, this back and forth, the whims of someone only using you to get what he wants and everyone around you acting like children.]

Ryo-san, Torao, shut the hell up!

[It’s a pointless fight, and no matter how much you beg for attention you will never get it. You will always be compared to the likes of Kujou Tenn or Nanase Riku and be found lacking, no matter what you do, and Tsukumo will ignore you and dismiss you. You’ll never be number one, or important at all.

Tsukumo leaves with a parting demand for Minami to write a new song for the festival, and the attention turns to you. Torao tells you not to cry, and you scrub at your face.]

Shut up! Saying you quit like it’s nothing! Idiot! You’re an idiot, Torao!

Isumi-san, please calm do–

[You cut Minami off, gesturing wildly.]

And you too! Even though we talked about Northmeir for your sake, you act like it’s a bother! Then tell us what you want us to do - and if there’s nothing, then don’t act so upset! Even though you’re an adult, what’s with all of that?!

[You take a breath, but it doesn’t help.]

I hate all of you!

wwx - cw emotional abuse, gaslighting, family illness

[townmusician]

[There’s a pep in your step as you walk into the office, riding off the high of your successful performance. You were the star of the musical, and everyone was impressed by your talent and dedication even though you’re so young. Good enough to go pro, even, and that’s what’s in the back of your mind.]

Kujo-san, did you see the musical I starred in?!

[He doesn’t seem moved, even though he says he heard the praise from your teachers. You’re still so excited, and he’s always like this, so you don’t let his attitude bother you. You’ve worked so hard - harder than everyone else. You’ve done everything Kujou’s said, and you’ve pushed and pushed yourself.]

Did I manage to become your ideal idol?

[You have to have, right? You’ve worked so hard! You’ve followed every piece of advice and you’ve worked yourself to the bone to become his ideal, and then once you’ve proven yourself… You can finally be a family. He promised, after all, that he’d be your new father. You’ve never had one before, but you’re still thinking of all the ways it’ll make your grandmother happy.

Then, he sighs.]

No… I doubt you ever will.

[It feels like you’ve had a bucket of ice water dumped on you.

Huh…?]

It’s not your fault. I was using the wrong methods. The audience will never be moved, no matter how amazing you are, because you feel nothing for the audience.

[He’s disappointed. Truly disappointed, this time, not like the time he said it was just a lie.

Unless… Unless that wasn’t just a lie…]

You’re kidding, right…? I mean, that’s what you told me to…

That’s true. I apologize. I was raising you the wrong way.

[It’s hard to take in - you did everything right, you did everything that was asked of you, you went above and beyond, so why…?]

What are you going to do?

[What?]

Will you return to Japan? You may continue your lessons, but you’ll never succeed. It’s best to quit while you’re ahead.

[Wait, wait - what did you do wrong? Is there something you failed at and didn’t realize? Can you fix things?]

I’ll do it properly this time! I’ll even retake my lessons! Please give me another chance!

[He turns away, dismissing you entirely.]

Sorry. I don’t want to look at a failure like you any longer. Idols who feel nothing for their audience are such a twisted, sad, and irritating thing.

[Kujou sighs, shaking his head.]

I thought you were no good, and it seems I was right. Tenn really is the only idol for me.

[Who…? You’ve never heard of you before, and Kujo seems to take pity on your confusion. You wish you hadn’t. You wish you never knew.]

He’s an idol you’ll never surpass. My beloved son.

[But you were supposed to be his son! That’s what he said, all those years ago! Has he been lying to you this whole time? Everything he said and everything you’ve done, all of it means nothing. You’ve just been thrown away, just like that?

A failure. You’ve failed, but you don’t know what you’ve done wrong, you don’t know why you don’t get a second chance. Kujou leaves you, and you have no idea what to do with yourself.




You… you should call your grandmother. You’ll be back in Japan soon, so she should know. You can just… you can just pretend that everything is fine. The truth will only hurt her, and the whole reason you’re here is to make her happy. You can’t ruin all of that now. So when she answers, you lie, saying you’ll be coming back with your dad and little sister. You’re fine. You lie to her and tell her you’re fine, pretending your best.

You wish you had never called at all.]

What do you mean you were hospitalized? Why didn’t you say anything?!

[She didn’t want to get in the way of your dreams - your dreams? That’s not the point of all of this! There’s no reason for this if she’s not happy! All you want to do is make her and Kujou and everyone else happy, but you’ve managed nothing at all.

All you’ve done is lose everything.]

hi :)

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[ If Xiao weren't in Haruka's shoes right now, he'd be silent. And, perhaps, he is, as he lets the scene play out. He experiences the pain, resentment, and the gaping hole in Haruka's heart that was left by someone who was supposed to be his parental figure. Then, Haruka calls his grandmother, tells her that he's fine when he really isn't – and boy does Xiao know how that goes – but the pain that follows the phone call is immense. It's heavy.

It takes a lot for Xiao to get angry. But after the memory ends, he feels it. He feels like he's seeing red, and judging by how his hands are balled into fists at his sides, he has yet to make an effort to hide how furious he is at the person who mistreated Haruka.

But when he sees the memory owner himself standing next to him, Xiao closes his eyes, forces himself to calm down. This isn't about him. ]

...

[ His expression still looks pained, but he looks over at Haruka. ]

I'm sorry. What you were put through...is simply incomprehensible.

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You think next week's map is just going to be a black square?

Welcome to Dove Sanctuary! It's the void.

Temenos Memshare Central

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[This is for personalized memshares and requests alike! Feel free to hit me up on Discord if you'd like something personalized. Otherwise, reply to the appropriate thread below if you'd like a random one with a specific vibe and any CWs you might have, but Temenos's is weirdly light on those lol. Also let me know if you'd like to avoid spoilers or not!]

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[Now with added prompts! Choose from a scenario below:

A Familiar Nightmare: (chapter 3 spoilers) The night of a great loss replays in your dreams.
Gambling: Throné invites you and Hikari to a game of poker.
Memories of Youth: You, Partitio and Osvald reminisce about what you were like as children, and how much your lives have changed now that you have grown.
The Grieving Process: (chapter 1 spoilers) Castti is worried about you after having overheard you murmuring to yourself.
Mural in the Ruins: Ochette draws a picture for you.]

for Beelzebub | MASSIVE SPOILERS for Chapter 3 of Temenos's story

[dupiety]

[You find yourself deep within a secret underground passageway. A still-fresh wound of grief has been re-opened as you press on to find the truth. Not just for your sworn brother Roi and adoptive father Jörg, but now your dear friend Crick.

Crick, who at first admonished you for your cynical view of the world and the gods watching over it, had grown to become a trusted companion of yours. The two of you had made great strides in solving the mystery behind this string of murders together, and you both could sense that you were right on the precipice of an unbelievable discovery of heresy that would finally explain why Roi and the Pontiff, among many others, had to die. The truth behind whatever secret that the Sacred Guard was trying to hide was close at hand.

That newly anointed Sanctum Knight whom you had grown so fond of, whom you had come to entrust your life with, just became another victim of the culprits behind everything. The same person who tried to kill you just a day ago had gotten to him in turn, leaving him to bleed out alone in the frozen air of Stormhail while you slept.

How many people are going to have to die for this truth to come to light?

Though he had intended to inform you of it himself, Crick had made a discovery when the two of you parted ways last night: a secret passage within the Sacred Guard's Headquarters. Not wanting to let this parting gift go to waste, you make haste to find what he had stumbled upon in here. At last, you come to the end of the passage, revealing...a library?]

What is this place...?

[You murmur aloud, stepping forward to peruse the selection on the shelves. Much to your surprise, all of them are forbidden tomes- knowledge hidden away from the public eye. Why would the Sacred Guard be hiding something like this?

Before you can ponder this question for too long, a voice rings out behind you.]

I see the pontiff's hound knows how to follow a scent.

[A familiar figure comes into view: Deputy Cubaryi, a high-ranking member of the Sacred Guard whom you have butted heads with all along this journey. You had long-suspected her of hiding something, and her presence in this place confirms it.]

Crick knew too much. He was a fool to bring you into this. To continue his investigation. An investigation that led him to The Book of Night...and consequently, to his grave.

[She goes on to reveal to you that Crick was stricken out of the picture by none other than the head of the Sacred Guard herself, Captain Kaldena. Her desire to claim the Book of Night and summon the Shadow to avenge her people led to everything.

With the truth out in the open, Cubaryi begins to laugh with an edge of sick cruelty.]

You understand we must put an end to you. Just like we did to your little helper.

...

[You don't reply, for in this moment, the gravity of it all comes crashing down on you. At last, you know who's behind this. At last, you know who to blame for every loss that you have endured over these last five years.]

He wasn't an easy kill, I'll give him that. ... But he was a damn fool- as are you. Your perverse sense of justice leads you to defy the gods! And so you shall have your divine punishment.

[You no longer hear Cubaryi as she begins laughing maniacally before you. A ringing in your ears blocks out all sound. Your eyes burn with tranquil fury.]

Where is she?

[You demand in a low growl.]

Is that anger I see in your eyes? How unusual! [Cubaryi sneers, looking down on you with a wicked, cruel grin.] Heh... Does it hurt, knowing your little assistant's been killed?

...

[It takes a lot for words to dig under your skin, but with a gaping wound as fresh as yours, these ones burrow in deep. Crick... He'd become so invested in the search for truth that he had gone out on his own, and died. The guilt you bear is heavy, and Cubaryi is taking full advantage of it.]

The captain's gone. She has other matters to attend to. And that's all you need to know.

[You brandish your staff, barely containing the rage and grief in your voice.]

Fine, seal your lips, you so-called messenger of the divine.

[You barely remember the fierce fight that ensues. But once it's over, Cubaryi lies dead before you. Having refused to offer up any further information, it's up to you to discern where Kaldena has gone and bring an end to her wicked plot.

You know what you must do, yet... As you watch over Crick's funeral procession, you feel so cripplingly lost. After everything that has come to pass since you embarked on this journey, is the path you walk truly the righteous one?]

Merlin Memshare Time

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ Memshare time, and all that!

These will basically be likely just closed starters for now; out of a necessity to pace myself here. If you would like to plot something out, however, feel free to send a message to me via discord, or hit me up on plurk. Or you can even make a comment under 'Memshare Requests'. ]

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For Birdkin (Artoria's & Co.'s Training Session)

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ It's a sunny day in Britain, and a celebratory cheer is evident, even within the castle walls of the newly crowned King; an observation made by a certain white-clad mage, who strolls to the halls with a skip in his step as well as a mischievous smile on his lips. There is even a small hum that escapes him.

The training grounds are up ahead. A place where knights spar off and on against one another.

A place where he has often had Artoria now go against him, in order to prepare the young blond better for the role of King in this land.

It's easy to see him approach, yet none seem to take notice.

'Too relaxed', is the thought that comes, audible to the point that it may as well have been spoken by the one observing this memory.

That being the case, Merlin tosses off his cloak, takes up a training blade, and surges forward to the least suspecting knight, before swinging wide, subsequently disarming him. ]

Hmm...is this what's to be expected from King Arthur's knights? Having fun is good, but having no potential is no good as well. I guess none of you will ever amount to anything, will you?

[ Just like that, this is how he seems to rile up those still training. Another person dares charge him.

This isn't for funsies, however.

Merlin is certain to bring the attention of a certain short king soon enough. Their would-be King is due for another training session, after all... ]

For Wei Wuxian (Sword in the Stone)

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ It's a bright, sunny day, one of which sees the coming and going of people in various places. And here, in this memory, the coming and going of dejected, frustrated knights who have been more or less prevented from reaching their desire to achieve kingship.

The current place is special. Indeed, one can say it is nothing less than noteworthy, it seems. Stones encircle the area, with grassy plains that stretch as far as the eye can see, and in the midst of it all...

No one can be mistaken by the sight. It is the one and only—the veritable sword in the stone.

A certain white-cloaked figure watches this, hidden in seemingly plain sight, yet invisible to those who are unable to perceive his presence, as a myriad in attendance vent their frustrations.

A crowd is also present, of people having hoped to witness someone pulling the sword from the stone. Yet, even though they're not a part of the knights who are attempting to succeed in what appears to be a fruitless endeavor—that is, being unable to lift a blade from where it has been embedded into rather sturdy rock—they have their own hopes as well. Those of which seem to become dashed as knight after knight, boy after boy, man after man attempts to pull the weapon out, but to no avail.

Here is where the talk starts, whispers rising above murmurs.

"Are there no knights in this country who bear the hallmark of a king?"

It appears that the seed of doubt has started. Yet, the person who is part of this memory can only feel a sense of amusement. Humans are always such interesting creatures. No matter the situation, push them a certain direction, and their reactions can vary. Unpredictable, but delightful all the same.

...These thoughts, however, clearly do not belong to the one who is observing the mage who thinks of himself as just an observer right now. Yet, it seems someone else is speaking up once again... ]

For Psyche (Vivian Escape + Big Damn Heroes Moment)

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ There is a woman of unparalled beauty who lives in Britain. At least, that is what Vivian was. No one can say that she was anything less, or anything less of a powerful being when she allows her strength to be witnessed. Such power, such grace, such beauty, such solemnity. Perhaps that is why things have ended up as they did.

No one would dare wish to invite her wrath.

Well, maybe that's not true.

Merlin knows this because he has somehow done exactly that, despite his greatest efforts to do the exact opposite. Or maybe it is because he has been so careless in his words that this is something of an inevitability than a simple mistake. A fate written of stone, borne of his own stupidity.

The scene set before the singular one privy of this very moment is of a wizard going through a forest, his steps careful, especially as he keeps looking from every direction. Stopping here or there, taking care to raise a hand to illuminate the darkest parts of these neck of the woods with a simple spell conjuring a bit of light. After some time, he breathes out a sigh of relief, saying to himself, "Looks like I managed to escape that hellion..."

Though, there also seems to be something that moves in the shadows. Seems like he really isn't out of the predicament just yet... ]

For Billy (Various Merlin & Knights of the Round interactions)

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ The memory starts off with a certain mage, who is making his way to a certain place. That's right, it's the castle called "Camelot." A place of great renown in Britain, and practically a symbol of the King's power. Though, before he arrives, people who recognize the great wizard stare in awe. He says nothing to them as he enters.

And there, at the training grounds is a familiar figure. A gruff, solemn knight who has no mercy, but only room for impartially in his heart. His loyalty seems to be almost second to none, and so is his diligence. At least, that's the impression he gives off. But Merlin thinks there are still knights who beat him in that, like Bedivere.

Anyway, this one can only be the Knight Agravain.

Though, the perspective of the mage is that even this knight isn't as he seems. No one ever is, are they?

And yet, here he is, speaking to the knights. Addressing them like he's going off to battle; considering the amount of recent battles, it's probably true.

"The King is not the incarnation of the dragon; his heart is a single dragon. His magical power is of a level far beyond ours. I ask you not to seek the same values as ours from one possessing magic like the Gods."

...Ah, he recognizes these sentences very well. They are spoken by Agravain to knights consistently. Hearing such words from a resplendent man, the knights could only view him in awe.

As for the mage who stands, watching this happen, he isn't overcome with any such feelings.

Yet, when Merlin carries himself away from that, there appears to be another knight striding towards him, having apparently been looking for the mage.

Though, his stormy facial expression doesn't lend to anything indicative of good... ]

For Zelkov (Confidential talks about being "inhuman")

[mysticpowerbroker]

[ It's a cold night in ancient Mesopotamia.

It's potentially a place where humanity itself may fall well before its time, should the worst of events come to pass. Or so are the thoughts that go through a certain wizard's head.

This man stands upon a section of a tall and glorious wall, that still protects from enemy attacks. Or at least, that's the intention.

This mage within the moment is looking out solemnly towards the land that lies beyond it, wondering how fortunate it is that they enemy doesn't attack in the night. This man is clearly recognizable by the white cloak he wears, alongside the rapunzel-length white hair; though he seems and feels evidently also lost in thought. Until his small familiar sitting on his shoulder reaches a paw and slaps him on the cheek, with a light and audible pap to shake him out of the funk.

Surprisingly, it seems to work, as Merlin is more startled than not, distracted thoughts leaving him soon enough. ]

Ouch, ouch, ouch...!

It's rude to smack people for no reason, Cath Palug.

[ Really, it's clear Merlin is exaggerating his distress. A simple touch of Fou's paw against a cheek (lightly, at that) isn't enough to bring about any true amount of pain. It seems his overacting tendencies don't change wherever he goes.

That being so, he decides to turn around to see a young girl in a black cloak with dark-purple hair, sitting along the wall as well, perched comfortably so that she's sitting across from him, feet hanging over the ledge, but there is no worry from the magus. Merlin isn't concerned. After all, she's not human; and she's clearly positioned there for comfort's sake rather than any other reason. Still, he approaches... ]

morb memshare request + containment zone for the entire week

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open memory options

[ ooc note: a small selection, for your perusal. if tagging in, just note which one you want in the subject header, and whether or not you want magolor to have been physically present beforehand like they were hanging out or something, and i'll set the scene with a starter! feel free to jump in even if we haven't discussed anything, just note any cws and anything else i need to know in your initial reply. most of these will probably be in second person non-interactive, but there's one memory or two i will do as a sort of limited interactable second-person choose your own adventure instead for uh, fun thematic reasons. don't worry about it?

if you've already contacted me in private to discuss something specific or ask me to yeet at you whatever, feel free to tag in here without specifying a scene and i'll set it up (or, if you prefer, swing by my pc catchalls if you/your character would rather that)! for those people i will probably give you a memory NOT in this list. but again please do tell me whether you want magolor there or not. 👍

oh yeah, and the links are just music tracks rather than memory videos or anything. feel free to put them on as vibe music or something. ★ ]

four buddies and the wayfarer - this is more going to be a sort of montage and collection of various interactions with a couple of other characters rather than a single continuous memory. a slow building friendship, close saves here and there, assistance in rebuilding his crashed ship, magolor exposition dumping, that's all here.

let me explain everything - a plan long in the making come to fruition. ... you don't have any regrets about the whole thing, do you? oh well. too late for that now.

C R O W N E D - limited-interactable. hey, why does magolor dislike the crown so much anyway? sure knows a lot about it, huh? potential cws: body horror (eyes where eyes shouldn't), mental manipulation/dissociation/unrealization/the usual mental variety pack for possession, you know.

mistilteinn, tree crown without a ruler - is this what it really was, in the end? the one eyed wreath grants power, but swallows the soul. mistletoe's a parasite, remember? now featuring biblically accurate trees, Significant Apples, and a room called Eden. also, the fall of a civilization, maybe? and, if we dare to hope, a way home?

castle village - another world, another place ... familiar faces. some people just really don't change, no matter where or when it is, do they...?

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What, like another throwing knife?

[conceivesfrenzy]

that or theyre going to look like a two year old drew it

you think theyve actually noticed?

or they just dont care when it turns up weird looking

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I'll give it to you for free if you stop making smartass comments for a week.

MEMSHARE BUNGALOW

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[Time for Beelzebub memshare. :) Some options, in order of intensity! Please pick what you would like. If we have talked already and you aren't sure which one you're getting, don't worry I'll let you know.

- The quiz. Your brother's getting wrecked. You're just here for the food.
- The orchard. Like an apple in a tree are you three. A soft memory.
- The pudding. Someone can't read. A temper tantrum. An accident.
- The shelter. A reveal. An argument. A capture.
- The beast. You're hungry. You're hungry. You're hungry. You're--
- The arrow. A sibling. A father. A fall. PC ONLY - I will send this to you, just let me know if you want it below.]

memshare requests

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memshares - CLOSED

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