week 0, sunday

[alttitude]

[He survived!

... it feels good, and his energy from yesterday seems to have settled. Now that his own fate isn't hanging over his head, he's returned to the fact that he's just stuck in a murder castle with a bunch of near-strangers.

He exhales as he spends his time in the dining room during one of the meal hours, having conjured up a bottle of wine.

When Fitzgerald wanders in, Jae-ha waves in a friendly way:]

I'm not a fan of drinking alone - got some time to spare?

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[alttitude]

[He makes... a vague gesture....]

You're not wrong - and wars are messy, difficult places to let your guard down at any point.

It's a shame. I rather like everyone here.

[spondulix]

It's one thing to like everyone. It's quite another to trust anyone.

[He says, as he drinks more of the wine. His smile is thin.]

At this moment, it's hard to tell who's a wannbe murderer and who's a potential victim.

[alttitude]

[Jae-ha takes a moment to consider that - but he says nothing.

Sharpay managed to pull the wool over his eyes after all, didn't she? He paid for it dearly.]

Whoever has the most to gain from their offered rewards, I suppose.

[spondulix]

But that makes you wonder. What are these rewards?

[He tilts his head to the side.]

How much are they offering to turn us into ready killers?

[alttitude]

[Jae-ha considers that - and then like a sleight of hand, he opens his palm and reveals the token given to him from the dragon.]

We were given this for solving their puzzle, for correctly identifying the murderer - and it's to lead us to a wishing well, right?

Maybe it's just that... those wildest dreams granted.