WEEK 2 MINGLE - ARTEMISIA

[foundationmods]

Things had changed so rapidly in the past few days.

The loss of two of them hung over like a shroud, made even worse by the fact that an innocent person had been executed.

Was this....how the rest of the game was going to go...?🗈

....Even if it was, there wasn't much they could do now. Yuuko herself hasn't shown up in public since the trial, and while some have talked to her, she's been...subdued.

Did the trial hurt her just as much as them?

Regardless, the island is still beautiful, if deadly. Summer continues, beaming down on all of them, the waves of the sea warm and inviting.

But even if things look bleak...

They have something in their hands that will soon lead to the Truth, and the heart of this matter.

And in the air...lies a heavy sense that everything is about to change.

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Comments

[literalidiotball]

Ah! There you are!

[Wheatley walks into the room, leading in a certian someone...

... A goat butler. With one of the bells from the chapel crudely tied to their horn.]

Alright Missy, since you won't do anything unless instructed, I instruct you to take a good look at one of your peers and tell me what you see! In detail!

[Wheatley... How is this going to help?]

[very_good_end]

...

[she stops, mid-swipe of a feather duster.]

I see a butler with a bell tied in his hair. Since that is not approved attire, I must assume you fastened it there.

[she steps over to the goat-butler]

I understand your position, but it's within your rights to refuse when the guests encourage you to violate the approved codes of attire.

[with a remorseful expression, he leans his face down and Erika takes off the bell.]

See that this is returned to where it was taken from.

[She presses it to his hand.]

[literalidiotball]

[Wheatley watches the exchange with his optic widened.]

Oh, okay. [He mutters to himself,] Maybe the cognitive filters are stronger than I thought...

[To The goat with the bell in his hand,] Good luck with that! I'm not sure if the room it was in exists anymore.

[... Now, after a moment's thought, to Freida.] Okay, so... If that's how you see them, then what do you think I look like?

[Because sentient robots with no magical hologram disguise are totally on the same weirdness level as goats.]

[very_good_end]

... You are one of the Lady's honored guests. Any other comment I could make about you or your appearance would be inappropriate.

[literalidiotball]

But what if I asked you to? Just once? Just an honest opinion, that's all.

[very_good_end]

Apologies, but I would insist on abstaining. My personal thoughts and impressions are irrelevant.

[literalidiotball]

[Well, he's getting nowhere fast.]

Alright then! Just... Go back to what you were doing, miss mystery maid of no opinion.

[He learned not to yell in the library, at least.]

[very_good_end]

My name is Freida Claude, sir. Please refer to me if you have a need.

I ask also that you refrain from raising your voice in the library.

[literalidiotball]

Hey, that was one time! I won't do it again, I swear!

[Wheatley kind of did just now, though... At least he's not shouting?]

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[very_good_end]

...

[very_good_end]

[the irritated look lasts a half second before she goes back to what she was doing without another comment]

[literalidiotball]

. . .

[OOOOKAY, that was weird. He's gonna leave the maid alone before she explodes or something.]