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!))

MONDAY • TUESDAY • WEDNESDAY • THURSDAY

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[driftedaway]

1. go fish

[ For a short while in the afternoon, Keito can be found fishing at the beach. He is...not particularly good at it, but he seems to have caught three. But sometime after that, he seems to be losing his attention in actual fishing, simply staring out into the sea instead.

In fact, he doesn't seem to realize his line is moving at all. ]

2. community center

[ Closer to the evening, Keito is in the community center with a stack of papers and books, trying to write down some relevant recipes and interesting tidbits from the self-help books. He doesn't appear that bored, but he does start talking aloud once enough time passes. ]

Hmm, copying this much at once just makes me think of exam time... It'd be nice if we could just duplicate these on demand. But I'd settle for storybooks.

Community Center

[driftingknight]

[Baldr wasn't trying to overhear things, he swears. But he just happens to be passing by right as Keito starts to speak to himself, and he can't help but respond to those thoughts voiced aloud.]

I'm sorry... were I a mirrist, I would be able to do just that. [...] ... at least, I believe that I'm not a mirrist. It's hard to say for sure if it's true that our memories have been altered...

[driftedaway]

[ When he first speaks, Keito looks quite startled, almost excited. But once he spots the source of the voice, he visibly calms down. ]

...Um, well, I can't say for sure either. It'd be hard to tell unless there was someone else to confirm what you remember is real.

[ For a moment, a particular book comes to mind. He's not sure how to feel about that, but he tries his best to mentally wave it away. ]

And you don't have to apologize for it, mister. It's not like it's your fault?

[driftingknight]

Baldr.

['Mister' is way too formal for his tastes... something about it just makes him feel weird, despite being a knight.]

Even so, knowing for a fact would mean I would be certain whether or not I could possibly help. But I suppose all of us are in the same situation at the moment.

[driftedaway]

Um, all right. Baldr! [ Just like Adela, huh? Sure, he'll keep it in mind. Anyways, memories. That's...certainly something to think about. ]

I guess so... I don't think I'm missing memories?

[ He looks to the side, still smiling. ]

But it does feel like things don't add up the more I think about it. Like I think differently from what I expect. Is it something like that for you, too?

go fish

[shamen]

[Between radioactive(?) vegetables and canned goods, he's feeling a bit desperate for some normal looking food. He can't fish for the life of him, but he remembers that one teacher who does in a fit of madness that came from ignoring the glaring issue of this place involving ritualistic sacrifice.

So he went to the beach to, you know, hope to see a duck peddling fish or something. He's kind of accepted it now.

Instead, he finds this guy again.]

...? I didn't know you fished. Did you manage to find anything in the mines?

[driftedaway]

I'm learning!

[ He's been reading through the books at the community center as bedtime stories, but reading only does so much. ]

If you don't count stuff like slime, then no. I think they're right in that if there is anything important there, it has to be a lot deeper than possible for a normal excursion.

[shamen]

Slime...?

[He does mean like... grimy, disgusting slime and not fantasy creature slime, right? Wait, there are seriously monsters?]

[driftedaway]

Slime.

[ There's no other slime it could be. ]

[shamen]

[... Too concerned to actually clarify.]

Can you teach me? The plants are... concerning.