WEEK ONE

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WEEK ONE

26 Villagers

After the news from the town hall, Puffin Town might not seem as tranquil as before—if it ever did. But the sun dawns, and the rooster crows on a new week, that seems peaceful enough, for now. There's farming to be done for those who don't want to subsist off the vast canned food selection at Joja Mart, or you could take up your hand fishing or even venturing into the mines.

If you want to lay around on the grass taking count of the shapes in the clouds no one will stop you, an eager duck might even stop by to give you a pillow; but the cost of the harvest looms overhead, even if you choose not to see it.

And so too does: confetti? Monday, at precisely noon, everyone will find themselves showered with confetti from seemingly nowhere. The culprit largely seems to be the ducks, but if you're somewhere closed off like bathroom, there's no obvious instigator in sight. Though if you squint real hard, you might see the wisps of something? It's hard to see through all the colorful paper, though. Regardless, you'll soon find yourself accosted by a duck with a flyer, printed and worn:

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Festival!

The Colors You Want to See Festival!
Do you find the walls of your cottage drab? Do you want to add a special touch to make your home YOURS? Stop by the general store this week and pick up some art supplies to decorate your life! NOTE: Puffin town does not take responsibility for any damage incurred during the decorating process. Participation will be rewarded with an item from the community stockpile! Please see the event organizer in the community center to submit your polaroid photograph of your entry. (Polaroids are available at the general store.)

Maybe calling it a festival is a stretch, but it's certainly a group activity nonetheless. And hey, there's even prizes! The duck, ever eager, presses another paper into your hand, though this one is handwritten, in a cursive elegant hand.

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Gift Giving

Someone told me that receiving a gift is a reward in itself. But if you share with others, you deserve something tangible, don't you? Try it, you might be surprised at what you receive.

(( OOC: Murder proposals are due by Tuesday at 4 PM EST / 1 PM PST, for the current week's murder, but feel free to submit for later weeks if you like!))

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corpse flower cabin

[driftedaway]

Whoa, is this a haunted house? Are you making a haunted house, mister?

[ The black paint and paper cut-out skulls sure caught his attention from a distance. ]

[sorathvau]

A…haunted house…?

[Ok he’s largely unfamiliar with fairground rides, he’s taking this one at face value.]

It’s already haunted.

[driftedaway]

[ He's also taking this at face value. Oh dear. ]

So you found a ghost or something like that in there? There wasn't one where we woke up. Probably.

[sorathvau]

And you would know…?

[What are you, kid.]

[driftedaway]

Seriously? I can't see anything like that!

[ Oh my god, an exorcist??? ]

[sorathvau]

…As I expected.

[For a moment there he wasn’t sure.]

There is no ghost. [You can rest easy.] I’d know.

[driftedaway]

Oh, there isn't... I guess that's good. Though I'm not sure how you'd know.

[ Somehow, he looks simultaneously relieved and let down at the same time. ]

Does that means you're making this look like a haunted house?

[sorathvau]

No. [Not intentionally.] I’m just decorating it to my tastes.

[Which are kind of hard to tell, since he can’t wear his usual attire.]

It’s too bright in here.

[driftedaway]

I see!

[ Food for thought! Which apparently results in the following question: ]

If you're not a ghost or an exorcist, does that make you a vampire?

[sorathvau]

…Are those the only three options?

[What a mind you have.]

[driftedaway]

Then...a prince?

[ It's certainly a mind. ]

[sorathvau]

[…close enough.]

They call me the ‘Lord of the Flies’.

[If that rings any bells for you!]

[driftedaway]

[ He absolutely has absorbed enough fantasy with Western influences for a light bulb to go off at that. ]

Hmm... Which would make you Beelzebub?

[ Beelzebub-san (because localization) sounds weird to say though... ]

[sorathvau]

Yes.

[Beelzebub-san never stopped Sora…]

I am Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies — a very…wicked God.

[Such a dramatic introduction…]

[driftedaway]

[ He certainly doesn't seem to mind, clapping in delight. ]

Ehehe, nice to meet you then, Beelzebub! I'm Keito Suou, someone without a title as grand as that.

[sorathvau]

[These reactions are so unexpected he doesn’t know what to do with them.]

Keito Suou…

[Well he’ll commit that to memory.]

Do you think it’s grand?

[driftedaway]

[ He quizzically tilts his head to the side. ]

Of course, it's awesome. What other word would you use?

[sorathvau]

[…]

It’s a burden.

[driftedaway]

Oh... I can't say I expected that answer.

[ There's curiosity in his voice, yes, but strangely enough, his words end there. ]

[sorathvau]

What did you expect?

[driftedaway]

Less...mixed feelings? Your introduction was pretty dramatic after all. I wouldn't have guessed you thought it is a burden from that.

[sorathvau]

[He can’t help the drama it comes with the territory…]

If you could be someone else, Keito, would you?

[driftedaway]

[ ... ]

Yes and no. I want to be myself, but it'd be fun to live a different life.

[sorathvau]

[If it’s just for fun…]

Then I doubt you’d understand.

[driftedaway]

That's fine. If we could understand everyone immediately, there'd be no reason to talk to each other.