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The astronomer thinks, as he makes his way to the library, that it's the perfect day for a literary experience. He knows from previous attempts at combing through the library that most of the books are in foreign languages, but he's hopeful he'll find some nice fiction that he can understand.

Once he's chosen a wing to search, he goes shelf by shelf, inspecting spines and opening books without words on the covers. Eventually, he strikes gold. There's a book with a readable title on its cover – Cursed Heart – and it's hefty. Opening the book shows him similarly understandable text, and further inspection of the same shelf yields two more books of what appears to be a series: Cursed Body and Cursed Soul. It's unclear what order they're in until he takes a look at the back covers, which fortunately have blurbs with phrases such as "the sequel" and "the final book".

He settles down on the library floor with the first book in hand and begins to read. The book starts off slow, but soon enough he can't stop reading. The main character is relatable, and the love interests each have their own unique charm and appeal. Who will everyone end up with? What is the secret of the magic pendant? Who is orchestrating the war between the kingdoms? He's so gripped by the work of literature in front of him that by the time anyone approaches he's already partway through the second book.

"You would not believe the romantic situation in these books," he says, pointing to the text with one of his free hands. "It's simply exquisite! A magnificent multi-sided polygon."
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Who: Vigil and you!
Where: Lounge
When: Day 26
What: Vigil goes looking for clothing and finds a mind control device. Oops.
Warnings: Mind control, slavery, explicit sex. Will update as needed.

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[A - The Grand Hall, likely one mass thread because he's going to bitch at everyone and never let them leave]

After all the bodies have been found and reunited with their souls, all that's left is the mess. The blood, the black silk, the walls and walls of graffiti and damaged furniture and other acts of vandalism...

Jesus fuck, he was gonna be busy. The pitch-black overseer mutters to himself irritably as he scribbles away on the bottom of his shirt, documenting all of this bullshit. His attention is, for now, mainly on the damage. Maybe you could sneak past... but why would you need to? It's not like he's still obligated to be a huge ass to everyone with the Keeper missing, right?

... Right??

[B - Nowhere is safe]

After (or before?) he's done surveying the grand hall, the next obvious course of action is to start getting pissy at everyone else. That means you—yes, you, right there, minding your own business. There is now an extremely irritable overseer stomping in your general direction.

"And what the hell do you think you're doing?" is his default greeting, because all of you fuckers are bad at your jobs. Even the ones that don't have jobs. Even the ones doing their jobs.
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Grand Hall

In the Great Hall, candles have been arranged around a section of wall, illuminating what appears to be some kind of message.

PLEASE HELP


The Oracle and the Light have been murdered by a person or persons unknown. If you have ANY information that can help, PLEASE write it here. We need to consolidate information as much as possible.

ORACLE
--heart removed and placed in body of bird woman in hidden room
--last seen alive ???
--throat cut to prevent calling out, probable cause of death. Heart removed postmortem.

LIGHT
--last seen alive ??? after discovery of Oracle's heart, between hidden room and library. Intended to stand watch in grand hall?
--killed in hidden room, body left at murder scene --> Brought from GH to scene? Following someone? Maybe knew killer?
--definite signs of a struggle, nails broken -- struggling w/ something hard??
--gaping wounds in chest/neck, heart removed, heart still missing
--trail of ash/charcoal --> hearth room
--blood of victim on hearth room stairs -- from murder weapon??? heart???
--squawk box removed from throat and stored in same cavity Oracle's heart found -- why???

OTHER NOTES
--Motive: Some kind of ritual sacrifice? To what end?
--Murder Weapon: Magical dagger. Black (obsidian?), causes sickness and sensation of being watched when touched.
My key to the White Room was taken from me.
[signed by a basic picture of a clock face]
It wasn't me, I have an alleby allibi?? (Alibi) [with a tiny arrow pointing to the clockface, signed by a shitty picture of a sword with fire on it. The last "Alibi" is written in the same handwriting as the original note.]
I know it wasn't you.
[signed by a clock face]

we're gonna get you motherfucker

All those killed were fairest.
All those killed glowed.
Victims do not have burns.
Don't step out of the light.
Scary gecko ghost in gardens
Did the murderer cause the lights to go out?

A.

A small pile of charcoal has been left near one of the candles, giving plenty of material to write with, but there seems to be no one around.

((OOC: Post to write stuff on the wall! I will try to keep the OP updated with the notes people leave. If you would like to leave an anonymous note, post anon here!))

B.

The gargoyle has camped himself out near the board, and looks hopefully at those who come in. "I'm trying to get as much information as I can," he explains, gesturing to the wall. "I thought maybe if we gather all the information in one place we can stop who did this. Have you seen anything...you know, suspicious?"
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You wake in darkness.

At first, it doesn't occur to you as abnormal. The lights in a few areas of the house do dim as nightfall comes. The gardens, especially, plunge into the natural hues of evening and night. But it doesn't take you long to realize that this is different.

The darkness is intense, much thicker than you've ever seen, and it consumes everything. Every room has been plunged into the artificial night, and only with the aid of candles or torches will you find your way. It's quiet in a way that feels unwholesome, and any questions to the house will go unanswered.

The silence endures.

The more you try to figure out what's happening, the more it occurs to you - you don't remember going to sleep. You hardly remember anything about the previous evening, and you don't know how it transitioned to way it is now. The idea of it unnerves you.

And that's before you find the body.
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[ A - Anywhere (Afternoon/Evening) - Open to all! ]

The astronomer, having newly awakened, is taking every opportunity he can to touch as many things as possible. He's in the lounge, the dining hall, the hearth room, and more. In fact, he goes between rooms multiple times. He runs his dragon hands over couches, clocks, even food on the dining hall table. He can't stop himself, nor does he want to; being able to feel things is amazing to him. 

Every so often, he comes across other residents of the house. If he notices them, he offers what resembles a short bow before continuing his tactile journey. If not, he doesn't stop. They might have to work a bit to get his attention.

[ B - Gardens (Night) - One only please! ]


After wandering through the wondrous gardens for some time, most of which was spent inspecting fluorescent blooms and berries, he finally settles down in a clearing. It's small but lush, containing a little pool at one of its edges. He chooses this place for a particular reason: not its foliage, but its view of the night sky.

He looks up, and there they are. The stars. The astronomer doesn't recognize them as the stars from his dream – or whatever the vision in his mind may be – but they are just as impressive. Upon closer inspection, he sees that he does know what these constellations are. They're familiar to him; he's seen them before, somewhere. His mind is still foggy, but were he to be prompted, he would surely remember things about these celestial bodies.

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