Week 4

[thecastle]

Week 4

Sunday - Thursday

You've lost four in the past week—Machias, Vanitas, Natalia and Edna. Just in time for the fourth week to roll around, for those of you who are superstitious. But it really isn't like you could forget that death is a common occurrence in this castle, whether you believe in legends or not. Some of you might find solace in the chance to recuperate and move on, if you're still up for companionship with your fellow warriors.

Either way, dawn is soon upon the castle and like it or not, you will all have to face whatever comes this week.

Like before the pattern repeats itself, with new areas revealed for you to explore. It may be that something worth discovering lies in wait to be found, or you can simple enjoy the new additions for what they are. Distractions are most likely welcome, regardless of your feelings of the past week.

SURVIVING WARRIORS: 21

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(OOC: Welcome to Week 4 of Ukimiya! Feel free to comment to the weekly top levels and thread as you like, and redeem coins at the wishing pool.

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Comments

[presomnia]

[MM. STILL CONSIDERING.]

I don't know... Mar-Mar might be upset if I bring it back and he doesn't like what I've done...

[he definitely has like a million of these and also wouldn't care]

[originallutece]

Hemming can always be let out. And in the meantime, I'd rather you not break your nose when you trip.

[presomnia]

[HMMMMMMMMMMM]

Okay. But—not too short, it's not like I'm going to wear it.

[is just carrying it around really any better]

[originallutece]

Why not?

[But she's standing, because now they're taking a trip to the sewing room.]

[presomnia]

[adventure!! let's see how far Tiki can get without falling down]

Because it's Mar-Mar's.

[originallutece]

You're allowed to wear other people's clothes, you know, if they give you permission. I wear Nishitani's clothes each time Majima does our laundry.

[presomnia]

That's different.

[She pauses a moment, considering what she wants to say, and promptly decides on yet another entirely useless explanation:] I just like having it.

[originallutece]

. . . sort of like a security blanket?

[presomnia]

I don't think it keeps me any safer.

[if tiki stops taking things literally for more than thirty seconds at a time she'll die]

[originallutece]

Then why carry it around?

[presomnia]

Because...

[ppppause]

I like to.

[it's definitely a security blanket]

It reminds me of Mar-Mar, and I miss him.

[originallutece]

[It's most definitely a security blanket. Rosalind reaches down blindly, sliding her fingers against the top of her head.]

. . . I had a bear like that once.

[Admittedly, she was five, not one thousand, but who's counting.]

[presomnia]

—A bear?!

[sorry for everything your centuries-old dragon daughter is, rosalind]

[originallutece]

--a stuffed bear. A, a children's toy.

[She holds her hands out, demonstrating the size of a small stuffed bear.]

A companion children can latch onto.

[presomnia]

Oh. Oh! [OHHHHHHHH] So like a doll, but a bear.

[there we go]

And it reminded you of someone.

[focus]

[originallutece]

It was more of a substitute in place of my mother or a nanny, frankly, but yes, you're getting the right idea.

[presomnia]

[she thought she had it down but now she's lost]

A bear doll is very different from a mom.

[originallutece]

Oh? Both provide emotional comfort.

[presomnia]

I...guess, but a mom is a person.

[originallutece]

Mm. One can't be picky sometimes.