audience: alfyn

[mygod]

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w0 monday

[mygod]

[They appear wherever he is eventually, walking in normally, though one of their feet drags a little, assisted along by a cane. Their crow caws obnoxiously and flies over to Alfyn.]

...Did you want to go to the garden?

[concoctive]

[ henlo, birb. alfyn lifts up his hand to the crow to see if it'll land on it? if it doesn't he won't be offended, but he's got a chicken head. maybe it'll think he's brethren?

anyways, instantly friendly and polite! ]

If it wouldn't be any trouble? Famine said I should talk to somebody not them or War about the garden, since I'm an apothecary, and I figured you'd be the best bet with the bonfire page you got up.

They also said "set up a clinic for all I care," so worth seeing if you'd mind any sharing some of the stuff in the garden.

[mygod]

[His chicken head! The crow does come over to land on him, though it also pecks at his fingers as though it's sniffing out treats, with violence.

Death speaks with practically no warmth in return, but is not hostile.]

...Apothecary. Right. Pestilence and I don't want people ruining the crops.

[They'll walk into a clear channel in the fog, so Alfyn can follow.]

If you know your way around plants, it's fine.

[concoctive]

Ow. Sorry, buddy, got nothin' on me. I'll remember it for next time - gonna try and fish some.

[ allows the pecking with violence, giving a small scritch to the chest like? maybe? friendship? ]

Promise I do, though. [ immediately following after death, matching their pace. ] Always a damn shame seeing people just trample through herbs and potential crops 'cause they just think they're useless plants.

week 1, tuesday

[mygod]

Why don't we meet at the garden then?

[ and if alfyn heads in that direction, the path to the garden will be open, since pesto is chilling there. hi. ]

[concoctive]

[ hooray! alfyn makes his way there after he receives a response, meandering through the fog to come and join pesto where they're settled in. ]

Hey, Pesti. Thanks for answerin'. How're you guys all holdin' up?

[mygod]

Oh, you know. As well as anyone can be after all of that.

[ 'twas a weekend! ]

But I'm sturdy!

[concoctive]

Yeah, I get that. [ a tired smile because it sure 'twas a weekend.

tis going to be a weekend again! ] But glad to hear that, at least, so hopefully things can stay that way.

You guys happen to learn anythin' after ... all of that?

week 2, thursday

[mygod]

[ oh hello

pesto will be walking over to him. ]

Again?

[concoctive]

[ WORRIED but nodding. hi pesto. ]

Me, Tot, Pickles, and Geto last week, now Rondo, Ash, Mathis, and Lavi this week. You guys have any idea how that's happenin'? Some gauntlet the cult's puttin' some of us through for fun?

I still have the stuff from ours, if you wanted to see - or think it's safe to. [ gesturing around conspiratorially ] 'cause it felt out of place from the rest of the trip.

[mygod]

No, I don't think it's the cult. It's this place. [ they gesture around them. ] Kind of like how we get a new place that pops up each week so far. Just that one is... more dangerous.

[ hmm

they will gesture for him to come closer ]

week 3, monday

[mygod]

[ he will get a reply saying they'll meet him there

and they shall go there. pestilence tilts their head at it. ]

I see what you mean.

[concoctive]

[ he's got his hands on his hips when they arrive, squinting up at the figure inside the tree. ]

The place feels kinda... special? Hallow ground feelin', y'know? So I'm kinda hopin' we don't try to set it on fire like we did everythin' last Thursday, 'cause I don't want this person wakin' up, if they can, and rainin' hell on our heads for messin' up the place.

You get a feel for the magic?

[mygod]

Ah... let me see.

[ there's a pause, before they walk over to the tree a place a hand on it. ]

... they wish to be left in peace. They're caring for each other.

week 3, sunday

[mygod]

[ he gets a reply asking if he wants to meet them there.

if he agrees, pestilence will be sitting by the tree. ]

[concoctive]

[ he does! he looks around at the aspens as he goes, checking to see if their eyes still follow, before he comes to drop down next to pestilence.

how's the dogwood? he's looking. ]

... figured we can try to leave a better mark on our exit, before we're gone.

[mygod]

[ it's the same as the last few days. the little guy still gone... ]

Mm. Thank you. [ ... ] Can't say I'm too surprised.

week 4, sunday

[mygod]

[ he will get a letter response tell him to head to the camp.

pestilence waves when they spot him. ]

Hiking!

[concoctive]

Hikin'.

[ giving them a tired smile. ]

Figured... maybe it'd be a good thing to do. After everythin' that's happened.

[mygod]

Mm, it's been a long week.

[ a pause, before they offer their arm. ]

Although I guess every week is long.

PLOT ROLE

[mygod]

[ This Monday, one of the crows will come to Alfyn without being beckoned over. In simple script, they are told to pass through the fog on the south side of the village and go to the garden that the Overseers were seen tending to on the very first Monday. While there, Pestilence meets them and hands them the following parchment: ]

You have been chosen to complete one task in exchange for a piece of information that will aid the village’s goal of escaping sacrifice. You have until the night sky once again changes with the new week. Complete this task and be rewarded.

✦ TASK: Make a disgusting meal and feed it to as many people as possible.

[ Your Overseer is present to answer any questions. ]

TURN-IN

[mygod]

[ please submit proof of completion before week 6! ]

[concoctive]

[ lays face down ]

OVERSEER

[mygod]

[ optional for questions ]

[concoctive]

[ looking at this scroll, and then at pestilence like o: ]

... can I make it and leave it out for folks to eat, or do I gotta serve it right to 'em? I'm guessin' I can't tell 'em that it's to gain info, can I.