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Espero que hayan disfrutado de la fiesta de té que Su Majestad tan amablemente decidió organizar para ustedes. En honor a la temática, les comparto una frase del Sombrerero Loco: "Nada sería lo que es, porque todo sería lo que no es. Y lo que no es, tampoco sería. ¿Lo entiendes?"
¿Lo comprenden? Por el bien de todes, deseo que la respuesta sea positiva.
Mi boletín anterior llegó a ustedes con la esperanza de que fuera tomado como una amable advertencia, una muestra de mi alcance y, quizás, un impulso para que se dibujarán un nuevo camino; sin embargo, siento que muchos no supieron apreciar mis nobles intenciones. ¿Tienen idea de lo decepcionada y entristecida que eso me hace sentir?
Solamente vi caras largas y muchos, a pesar de haber recibido un regalo de mi parte durante el festival, desestimaron mis palabras y minimizaron mis esfuerzos. ¡Cuánta falta de respeto existe en el palacio!
Podría hablar de muchas cosas que mis ojos observaron durante el más reciente evento, por ejemplo: Participantes que exploraban varias opciones a la vez; algunes hicieron uso de sustancias ilícitas muy populares, ¡como si no fuera suficiente con el extravagante espectáculo que la corona les proporcionó! Otros, con orgullo, menospreciaban a su majestad y el enorme honor que les ha otorgado al participar en La Temporada, y unos cuantos… ¡Oh, cómo se rompe mi corazón al tener que escribir esto! Ni siquiera hicieron el intento de encender las llamas o llamar mi atención.
Desafortunadamente, esta autora se siente agotada y disgustada a consecuencia de estos lamentables hechos, ¡pero no teman, querides! Mi molestia traerá repercusiones.
Como reflexión final, tengan en cuenta lo siguiente: El silencio es la jaula de hierro donde el miedo encierra a su prisionero, y cada segundo que pasa sin hablar, los barrotes se hacen más gruesos.
Si no son valientes y confiesan solos sus pecados, me veré en la penosa necesidad de ser yo quien los libere de la prisión que los mantiene cautivos.
¡Buen día a todes! En esta oportunidad nos acercamos a ustedes con los detalles correspondientes a la segunda elección de diamante. La reina organizó una búsqueda del tesoro, quien encuentre aquello que ha perdido no solo gozará del favor de la reina sino del título de diamante.
A continuación explicamos el funcionamiento:
Para elegir a la pareja ganadora hemos habilitado este formulario.
Solo un miembro de la pareja debe hacer el envío del form y las respuestas contarán para ambos. En este enlace resaltamos en amarillo al personaje encargado de enviar el form. Por favor, recuerden que al ser trabajo en equipo tienen que acordar las decisiones entre ambos miembros.
Todes tendrán la oportunidad de llegar a los cofres, pero la reina permitirá llevar solo uno con ustedes.
Hay cuatro tipos de cofres con diferente contenido. Uno de estos permitirá el ingreso al sorteo de diamante, los otros pueden contener recompensas adicionales o estar vacíos.
En esta ocasión, únicamente una pareja ganará el título.
El contenido de los cofres se relevará al publicar los resultados.
Tienen hasta el sábado 18 para enviar sus formularios.
En caso de cualquier duda, nuestro buzón, discord e ims están disponibles para ustedes. ¡Éxito en la búsqueda!
Con las caras largas y la ansiedad a flor de piel, las flores se miran unas a otras dubitativas, ninguna quiere ser la primera en hablar y al mismo tiempo, el silencio profundizará sus problemas. En medio de una partida de cartas, las preocupaciones se exponen en la mesa mientras luchan unas a otras por la victoria:
—¿Dónde está? —Iris toma la palabra, provocando un sobresalto en el resto de las damas. No necesitan detalles, todas saben de quién habla.
—James, Dominic y ella salieron temprano del palacio —Dahlia les informa con la precisión habitual, nada se mueve en The Golden Palace sin que ella lo sepa— Dominic encontró una pista.
Iris rueda los ojos, Violet se remueve incómoda en su asiento y Lily no tiene más remedio que revelar su preocupación.
—Todas queremos atrapar a Lady Whistledown pero no podemos retrasar los eventos, ¿qué haremos con los participantes?
—No son tontos, saben que algo está mal. ¡Hoy dos de ellos quisieron interrogarme en el desayuno! —Violet aún siente incredulidad por la situación que tuvo que soportar, agradece que Dahlia llegó a buscarla y la rescató sin darse cuenta. La espontaneidad convenció a los ansiosos invitados.
—Ninguno puede enterarse que la reina está de cacería, ¡es ridículo! —Iris bufa y agarra una carta del mazo sobre la mesa, su mente está dispersa en todas partes menos en la partida.
—Debemos hablar con la reina, no podemos permitir tantos atrasos —Dahlia, como fiel consejera de Rose II, ve la oportunidad de oro y solución en una conversación civilizada. La prioridad son los participantes—. Ha pasado semana y media de la última invitación, a este paso tendremos que acortar la temporada.
—¡No! —Violet tira una de sus cartas en el lote de juego y las damas dudan si el espanto es ocasionado por el inminente retraso en la temporada o si es una desventaja en la partida—, muchos participantes se irán sin encontrar el amor.
—¡Imposible! Vinieron aquí para encontrar su alma gemela y no permitiré que se marchen sin creer en el amor verdadero —Lily, romántica empedernida hace una promesa en sus adentros, ayudará a quienes pueda a encontrar su media naranja. Como si fuera poco, lanza la carta que le da la victoria y estira la mano, palma arriba, frente al resto de las damas—. Hora de pagar.
—El prestigio de la temporada se irá al demonio si no casamos a la mitad, como mínimo —A su manera, Iris le da la razón a Lily y deposita en la tersa palma de la otra dama dos billetes—. Nos reuniremos con ella cuando llegue, tengo una propuesta. Tu favorita, Violet.
La susodicha entrega su parte de la apuesta a Lily, quien cobra a Dahlia el mismo arancel. La consejera de la casa perla se regocija, concordando con la dama de la casa zafiro a pesar de sus diferencias.
—¡Iniciemos los preparativos!
—Averiguaré el horario de retorno de Su Majestad, debemos continuar —Con estas palabras de Dahlia, las damas se despiden de su descanso. Mucho más calmadas, y en el caso de Lily, con los bolsillos llenos.
INFORMACIÓN OOC:
¡Buenas tardes, queridos lectores! Nos encontramos a punto de iniciar nuestra quinta actividad y esperamos que estén tan emocionades como nosotras. A continuación les dejamos unas aclaraciones:
Esto es un pequeño extra de lo que se encuentra sucediendo en el palacio luego de la búsqueda del tesoro, de esta manera les presentamos el primer salto en el tiempo del rol y los esfuerzos de la reina por atrapar a Lady Whistledown.
Ninguno de los participantes presenció o escuchó la conversación de las damas.
Para cualquier duda o comentario, nos encontramos a un im/ask de distancia.
“ I can't bring myself to tell anyone else, but ... it this feels like a betrayal. And what's worse is is that I did it to myself. ”
heads up for: story spoilers, mentions of death / suicide, the inevitable horror of coming back and blaming yourself for it.
it's a horrible thing, when death seems to tell you not just yet for the second time in as many days. The first time, it was after disembarking, when Lune stops him from pulling the trigger; the second time, there was no outside help. No oddly fortuitous intervention that kept him from dying at Renoir's hand, no grounding words of encouragement that would plant his feet back into reality. That's what makes it worse: he'd made peace with his end. The cliffs were the end of his road, and he'd be one more stepping stone in the trail of those that would go on without him. That's what makes it worse: when he wakes, sunlight feels like a betrayal.
it hurts to breathe, it hurts to move, and it hurts to even think. But he does manage to recognize red leave trees, golden light, and the scent of wood. When Gustave wakes again, everything hurts a little bit less and he's staring up at several Gestrals but the ones with a "closest eye" on him are three familiar "faces": Noco, Jerijeri and Karatom. Jerijeri explains it best: he would have moved on from the cliffs, headed further north with his wares, if it hadn't been for the barely moving human body at the mouth of a cliffside cave. It takes Gustave very little time to piece the story together after that, but he can't bring himself to be thankful. Not in the moment, anyway. There's proof of "treatment" in the empty vials of healing provisions scattered around his cot, bloody strips of cloth compress his midsection, and his uniform is a disastrous pile of cloth and gore. There's even some attempts at medicinal pastes in the form of an abandoned mortar and pestle. He asks to be left alone.
those who know Gustave know he suffers in silence, and prefers to grieve alone so he does. At first, it's hard to be grateful for having had his life saved by the Gestrals, even if they're not the problem. Something in him refused to die. He denied himself peace, no matter how ready he was for it, and the world did the rest. If anything, that sacrifice, however failed, must have given the rest of their Expedition time to leave. He remembers little, anyway, save for Maelle begging him to run. The third night he spends actually conscious at the Gestral village, he decides that, if nothing else, he'll continue. When one falls, we continue. In a way, one could also apply that to near - death and unwanted rebirth.
he speaks to Noco and Karatom the next morning, voicing his intent to leave and needing help with another way of crossing the sea. Gustave laments the obvious loss of his arm ... but somehow, it surprises him little to know that Noco and Karatom have him somewhat covered. Nights of convalescence weren't just his own: the two Gestrals couldn't not satisfy their curiosity regarding his arm, nonexistent as it may have been, and in return for aiding in the testing of the most Ultimate Sakapatate, Karatom gets to work on a new limb. Never thought a human would leave with a piece of a Sakapatate. It's the first time Gustave smiles in all of his second stay at the village, and somewhat gladly helps in his own reconstruction. By this time, Noco is gone, but there's no doubt they'll meet again.
Karatom and Gustave turn to Golgra for a bit of counsel. Esquie is long gone with the rest of the Expedition, so the only thing left to do is to head out with one of the merchants. Gestrals have their own way of navigating the Continent, and they've certainly managed without the help of a flying creature such as Esquie. The village "Chef" agrees, and Gustave is set to depart after one more day of rest and the final stages of tinkering with his new limb.
with his new arm finalized and tested, Gustave leaves the village behind on the towering backpack of a massive Gestral. He passes through the Forgotten Battlefield and continues heading north, though not without finding his own resting place. He doesn't hesitate to leave that arm behind. There's plenty of time to think as he travels, too, through the frigid slopes of the central mountains. He's been mourned, grieved, and buried and he feels like a ghost, returned to fill old wounds with salt. He could end it foolishly against a Nevron, but that would feel like an insult to the Gestrals that have helped him. There's no easy way out of grief, so Gustave presses on. He marvels at the frozen trains and thinks of Lune (how is she holding up? How badly is she pressing on to not think about her feelings?) when he meets the Grandis and they point him in the direction the Expedition left: towards old Lumiere.
it's whilst following Lune, Monoco and Sciel's trail that they reunite. It's never been so painful, physically and emotionally, to be embraced and celebrated and mourned again all at once. There's nausea in the pit of his stomach, roiling and churning like a storm, but that's much less important than finding Maelle ... and Verso. He hates facing Maelle like a revenant, with little to be done about than to first defend against Renoir. Noco's loss is horrifying: the 33rd's fate is to gain life and lose another in the process. A cycle of mortifying choices.
at camp, Gustave explains as he's able, but he can't get too far before the day's travails catch up with everyone. Another loss is a tough thing to process, and there's heartache to lay to rest. But he can't sleep, and neither can Maelle ... so they talk. They chuck rocks into the lake, and Gustave says he's sorry. What for? Except Maelle doesn't let him answer: they've had enough agony for one day.
Expedition 33 gains its sixth member in its hunt for the Axons.
if you're still here, you're a champ. Some of these details will be adjustable, depending on the thread / character / writer I'm working with, so consider this write - up a flexible guideline! (This post is gonna force me to retcon two threads I have going but that's okay, it be like that.) The follow - up to this will be essentially a redesign + reasoning behind Gustave's "new arm" but I leave you with this bit of knowledge: it's basically a deconstructed arquebus / musket. Yes, he gets to keep the gun part of his fighting style (except now it's better thanks to Karatom) and has a hidden bayonet (similar to the hidden blades the Sakapatate catapults counterattack with).
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hellifre club was not her scene, but that’s only because her focus was on the cheerleading squad, the popular kids, and her academics. truly, carter didn’t have time to play d&d, even if she wanted ( which, she sort of did, but life wouldn’t cut her enough of a break for her to join in, regardless ). pushing open the door to the classroom, carter walks in, finding only one of the members hovering over the table. she doesn’t know if she missed the game, or if they were getting started soon, but she’s happy to find eddie there, anyway. ‘ long time, no talk, e, ’ she says with a grin, coming to a stop at the game table, glancing over the pieces littered over it. ‘ don’t you know this is satan’s favorite game? ’ she’s joking, of course ; it’s apparent by her sweet and toothy grin. @crithits.