WEEK 2 MINGLE - ARTEMISIA

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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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MONDAY

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TUESDAY

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WEDNESDAY

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THURSDAY

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A RETURN...?

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[...?

Is....something different about the mansion, today?

Even though two people are gone...somehow...something feels off...]

Re: A RETURN...?

[oceanicbutterfly]

[Anyone wandering into the library this fine morning will find someone unexpected browsing the shelves. The outfit is new and a little more formal than usual, but she sure looks familiar.]

[literalidiotball]

[So, uh. Wheatley was under the impression someone died again, so he's checking the rooms for bodies.

He was not expecting to see someone who should be dead.]

Uh... Hello? Who are you, and why do you look like Karen?

[oceanicbutterfly]

[She stops what she's doing, and turns around to face Wheatley, revealing red eyes (not pictured).]

Like who?

[literalidiotball]

[What the?!

Wheatley steps back, staring at those weird red eyes. Were those normal human eyes?! Is she turning into a turret or something?!]

I- ah- [Okay, act natural. She can't shoot you if you panic.] You know! Karen! From the office? Does all the paperwork, then turns into a magical girl to fight SCPs? That one?

[oceanicbutterfly]

You've mistaken me for someone else. Magical girls are humans, aren't they?

[The most put-upon sigh.]

My name is Vinea. Not Karen. Though doing all the paperwork sounds about right.

[literalidiotball]

Vinea?!

[What?!?]

When did you get here?! Did Karen have a twin or something? I mean. Non... Human. Twin. Thing?!

And actually, how did you even get here?

A LETTER

[foundationnpcs]

[Much like last week, there is a letter on the desk:]

'To the Pieces,

I didn't know this was going to happen. In our example game, the one we witnessed to learn the rules, nobody actually died. It was all illusions. Everyone was fine in the end.

What's she's doing now...this wasn't supposed to happen. And if I had known what was going to happen, it would have changed a lot of things about how this game is set up.

I'm sorry. I know my apologies won't make up for this terror that has been inflicted on you, but I'm sorry. And I'm going to try and fix it.

- The Witch of ██████████ '

[oceanicbutterfly]

I was just summoned here by the Witch of Dimensions to do her bidding. I'm beginning to see why she felt it was necessary.

[because her house is full of stupid people apparently]

And I'm telling you, I don't know a Karen.

[excavated]

. . .

[ okay yeah Syaoran is going to see this and immediately go to write a letter back ]

Re: A LETTER

[fullbodied]

[fuck

Ann's just going to cover her eyes. they fucked up.]

[literalidiotball]

[Really, Wheatley is a bad example.]

Summoned? Ooookay, well that makes more sense, since we aren't allowed to have boats. But are you sure nobody at least told you about Karen? Because you really do look like her.

[chaoscontrol]

[Shadow thinks about writing a letter, but since his dominant hand is heckin broke, he decides against it. Instead, he just scoffs]

Lies. More goddamn lies.

[chaoscontrol]

[Shadow basically lives in the library so.

He startles when he sees her -- a ghost...?]

K... Karen?

[very_good_end]

[In the dining room, as if she never left, you can find one strangely familiar face, with a few key differences:

Erika is wearing a new servant's outfit.

Erika's outfit has a great big slash in the front, consistent with the wound found on her dead body the other day. A red stain is present.

She may appear a little paler than everyone remembers, but her body looks healthy and vital enough, despite these changes.

If anyone enters the room, she'll stop cleaning the furniture to give them her undivided attention.]

[excavated]

[ Syaoran goes to the dining room quite a bit, given that he's one of the few people that cooks rather frequently, and he's actually here, holding some mochi on one hand and paper, envelope and pen in another.

When he sees the face, he freezes. ]

. . . Who. . . ?

[anonnomnomnom]

[Anon certainly comes tromping into the library eventually -- surprisingly, perhaps, he does read sometimes, and the library has been the site of so much excitement lately that he'd be remiss if he didn't give it another look over.

They still have a whole blank book to deal with, after all.

There's brief pause and a blink when he sees Karen hanging out, but he doesn't look particularly surprised -- just goes up to her anyway.]

Morning, Karen! Yuuko's pretty good at this, isn't she?

[oceanicbutterfly]

[spare her]

Perhaps she's the one who looks like me. Did you consider that?

[very_good_end]

[in contrast to Erika's laughing, sneering face, the new maid's is professional and stone-faced.]

May I help you, our honored guest?

[oceanicbutterfly]

Vinea.

[Sigh.]

You're the second person today to call me that.

[literalidiotball]

I... Okay, the point is, you look like each other, and that gets confusing. You think you could at least get a nametag or something? Because I think the others are gonna get confused as well.