tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514 KiLLKiSS IC Community KiLLKiSS IC Community 2026-05-17T14:38:02Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:5100 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-05-17T14:33:42Z 2026-05-17T14:38:02Z public 103 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">domesticus</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> <center><img src="https://images.plurk.com/4jDYz46UoVe305FYT6K5K9.png" width="380px"></center><br /><br />Another week dawns over the House but by now, it is difficult to imagine any of you emerging from these trials unchanged. Once again, the House has taken heavily from your ranks - Nemenis, Tenebris, Dimidis and Mendacis now hang veiled alongside Doloris herself. You have not even been here two months and already, the number of surviving Dolls has been reduced to a mere fraction of what it once was.<br /><br />But as ever, the House appears satisfied. When you wake on Sunday morning, one final staircase awaits you. It rises from the upper floor and leads at last to the House's rooftop, where the Loft Moon looms impossibly close overhead. Standing beneath it, you can almost imagine you feel its breath against your skin. Between this and the knowledge that only one host now remains, there is a quiet sense among all of you that something is approaching. An ending, perhaps.<br /><br />The dreams return once more in the night following the trial, though this time they offer more than before. Not one memory, but two. Piece by piece, the gaps within you continue to close. And again, you wake changed. The Loft Moon continues its work whether you welcome it or not.<br /><br /><br /><b><center><a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/5100.html?thread=5048556#cmt5048556">Sunday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/5100.html?thread=5049068#cmt5049068">Monday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/5100.html?thread=5049324#cmt5049324">Tuesday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/5100.html?thread=5050092#cmt5050092">Wednesday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/5100.html?thread=5050348#cmt5050348">Thursday</a><br /><br /><a href="https://aloftmoon.dreamwidth.org/1181.html">Office Hours</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/1839.html">Locations</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/1391.html">Profiles</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/2542.html">Regains</a> | <a href="https://kisskilled.dreamwidth.org/1945.html">Week 5 AC</a></center></b></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=5100" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:4825 Karen Aijo 2026-05-16T22:21:50Z 2026-05-16T22:21:50Z public 307 Posted by: <span lj:user='classcrown' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://classcrown.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://classcrown.dreamwidth.org/'><b>classcrown</b></a></span><br /><br /><small>[There's only nine of them left. Only seven who are still able bodied at the moment. She... doesn't know what to do. Fervoris feels like a monster. Maybe she is. Maybe they all are. Either way... they need to find each other. So she finds everyone who can leave and invites them... to the <b>ballroom</b>. She even slides an invintation under Oblivionis's door.<br /><br />She wants a place far away from the slaughter. Someplace beautiful and shining. So she carries food from the kitchen and salon up there, moving seats from the dressing room and play room. Even using the toy tables as makeshift tables. Sorry, Lucis.<br /><br />She's not the shining host she was but she's still a good hostess. She's so tired but... she shines regardless.]</small><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=4825" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:4412 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-05-16T13:19:07Z 2026-05-16T15:00:04Z public 579 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">trial</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> The tolling of the bells finds you mid-stride, the investigation a whirlwind of confusion and grief. There's no relief in it, this time - while the evidence has raised a number of unnerving questions, the prospect of discovering which of your remaining companions could be responsible for such a gruesome spectacle is almost too much to bear. But the Loft Moon demands its due.<br /><br /><b><ul><i>"... Your investigation period has concluded. Please make your way to the entrance hall."</i></ul></b><br />As always, Oblivionis and Doloris await you by the portrait in the entrance hall. Oblivionis looks like a porcelain doll about to crack, her composure a fragile shell. Doloris remains impassive, a silent, solid presence at her side. And the Mortots, unsurprisingly, seem especially subdued, a few of them still sniffling and hiccuping as they hurry on ahead to light the way.<br /><br />The trial grounds feel even more suffocating than before. The number of shrouded podiums has swelled to a staggering <i>fifteen</i> - <b>Signalis, Cyclis and Caedis</b> now joined by <b>Tenebris, Dimidis and Mendacis</b>. The Loft Moon's glow, filtering down through the oculus, is stark and unforgiving. The air in the grand hall is thick with the ghosts of your fallen companions.<br /><br />The usual voices from the gallery are absent. Oblivionis and Doloris have taken their places, but a quick glance will confirm what you may have already suspected - <b>Amoris, too, is gone.</b> The gallery is empty, save for them and the small cluster of trembling Mortots.<br /><br />Oblivionis looks down at the diminished circle of you, her gaze sweeping over each remaining Doll. For a long moment, she doesn't speak. Her lips part, but no words come out. She seems to be searching for something - what, you're not sure. Finally, she lifts her eyes to Doloris and the two of them share a look that is palpably heavy with resignation and despair.<br /><br />Oblivionis draws a deep, shaky breath.<br /><br /><b><font color="0084c7">"Doloris."</font></b><br /><br />Her voice is brittle, a hair's breadth from cracking.<br /><br /><font color="0084c7"><b>"By my authority, I.. appoint you to render the final verdict. Ensure order is maintained."</b></font><br /><br />Doloris gives an almost imperceptible nod. For just a moment, as you watch her in the gallery, you could mistake the expression on her face for a fleeting, sorrowful smile.<br /><br />The lights dim, plunging the hall into near-darkness. The silence is profound, broken only by the faint, anxious skittering of the Mortots. When they flare back to life, Doloris stands on the squat platform in the center. She doesn't bow or curtsy, nor does she grandstand. She simply surveys the few of you left, her posture as impeccable as ever.<br /><br /><font color="BB9955"><b>"By the grace of the Loft Moon, I, Doloris, she who does not fear sorrow, shall preside."</b></font><br /><br /><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1VTb5wT1TmDwyzIf6QTUK6VxYeJCPhs-_/view?usp=sharing">A low, mournful melody</a> begins to thunder up through the polished floor. The notes hang in the suffocating air like a dirge.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://b.l3n.co/cFZ1U9.png" width="500px"><br /><br /><b><h1>Iudicium Doloris<br />Procede</h1></b></center></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=4412" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:4164 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-05-15T15:00:04Z 2026-05-15T15:00:04Z public 314 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">investigation</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> Friday has dawned once more and already, you are one companion fewer. In spite of the assurance that Furiosis' death was a mere accident, some part of you hopes that this week, at least, there will be no further losses. You hope that perhaps the Loft Moon will be satisfied. You hope.<br /><br />But even before you leave your room Friday morning, you feel a sinking pit in your stomach. Hanging heavily over the House and growing only worse as you leave your rooms is an unbearable reek of...<br /><br />...<br /><br />You're not entirely sure you want to begin speculating. But it's enough to tell you that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.</div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=4164" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:3921 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-05-10T14:10:35Z 2026-05-10T14:30:15Z public 991 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">domesticus</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> <center><img src="https://images.plurk.com/4jDYz46UoVe305FYT6K5K9.png" width="380px"></center><br /><br />A new week dawns but the House feels quieter now. The chaos of the Trial of Love still hangs heavy over everything and whatever fragile sense of unity had begun to form among you now feels splintered almost beyond recognition. Six more portraits have been veiled; Heredis, Somnis, Strigis, Signalis, Cyclis and Caedis now join the dead alongside Amoris. Six companions lost in a single day. Even by the House’s standards, the wound left behind is difficult to ignore.<br /><br />The House, as always, appears satisfied. When you wake on Sunday morning, another staircase awaits you on the third floor, leading higher still. By now, the impossibility of it has begun to lose its novelty. The House grows because it wishes to. That explanation seems as sensible as any other.<br /><br />The dreams return once more in the night following the trial. Another missing memory surfaces from the dark - not enough to make the full picture clear, but enough that you begin, slowly, to understand yourself a little better. Whether that understanding is comforting is another matter entirely.<br /><br />And once again, the Loft Moon leaves its mark upon you. Each Doll wakes to find some part of themselves altered, made subtly more human than before. Whether a blessing or a curse, as Caedis suspected it might be, you have yet to discover for yourself.<br /><br /><br /><b><center><a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/3921.html?thread=4327761#cmt4327761">Sunday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/3921.html?thread=4328017#cmt4328017">Monday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/3921.html?thread=4328273#cmt4328273">Tuesday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/3921.html?thread=4328529#cmt4328529">Wednesday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/3921.html?thread=4328785#cmt4328785">Thursday</a><br /><br /><a href="https://aloftmoon.dreamwidth.org/1181.html">Office Hours</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/1839.html">Locations</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/1391.html">Profiles</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/2542.html">Regains</a> | <a href="https://kisskilled.dreamwidth.org/1618.html">Week 4 AC</a></center></b></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=3921" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:3715 Shisui 2026-05-09T22:07:08Z 2026-05-09T23:09:37Z public 446 Posted by: <span lj:user='survivedthewinter' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://survivedthewinter.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://survivedthewinter.dreamwidth.org/'><b>survivedthewinter</b></a></span><br /><br /><small>[Libertatis waits for a while after the execution is over, taking the moment to let everyone gather themselves before she starts going around, not commanding or even requesting, simply informing, about the gatherings. A bit of normalcy, no matter how relaxed, will be needed after this. She'll ask Furiosis to do most of the gatherings, as Libertatis herself will be missing for a good portion of the night, staying with Lucis when he wakes. <br /><br />Refreshments, prepared by whoever wants to do so will be placed in the parlour and rose garden, including easy to eat food and drinks. The bar will probably remain open for the night and she'll poke her head in every now and then to check on those in there, as she will for everyone around the house.<br /><br />But you will be visited by a friendly Libby if she sees you alone for too long, a soft smile hidden by her mask but not hidden in her eyes as she sits down beside you. No one should be alone when they grieve.<br /><br />For those who Strigis wrote letters for, she will find you first, and if you want, will sit by you as you read them. <br /><br />After all, love hurts, does it not? No matter what form it takes.]</small><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=3715" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:3460 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-05-09T15:00:29Z 2026-05-09T15:01:55Z public 836 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">trial</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> Once you've gathered the final pieces of evidence, it takes a little longer than anticipated for those bells to ring out. Perhaps, considering the circumstances, you're being given a moment to gather your composure as well. But sure enough, you eventually hear the sound of their dissonant jangling echoing through the halls.<br /><br /><b><ul><i>"Your allotted investigation period has concluded. Please make your way to the entrance hall, where you will be led to the trial grounds."</i></ul></b><br />Oblivionis and Doloris are already waiting, flanking the portrait and neither looks especially happy about the proceedings. Oblivionis, especially, looks drawn and pale, but still holds herself with that same rigid composure as always. When everyone is finally gathered, she turns sharply on her heel and with Doloris, leads the way through the hidden passage. With three lives lost before you've even entered the trial, the number of shrouded podiums that will be awaiting you is staggering.<br /><br />When you emerge into the ceremonial hall, it's exactly as you expected: <b>Solitudinis, Heredis, Somnis and Strigis'</b> podiums are all covered in black cloth, stark and final reminder of the losses you've suffered. The Loft Moon's glow seems heavier than ever, casting long shadows that stretch across the polished stone floor. The Mortots are notably subdued as they scurry to light the room, their usual chatter absent.<br /><br />From the gallery, you hear Amoris laughing as she leans over the balustrade. Oblivionis and Doloris have taken their places as usual but a quick glance will confirm what you may have suspected; like Mortis before her, <b>Timoris is now absent too.</b><br /><br /><font color="9b84c1"><b>"Oh wow, someone really went wild this week! So, who's left? Seriously, look at you all! You're dropping like flies!"</b></font> Amoris' laughter is sharp and cruel. <b><font color="9b84c1">"This is getting a little ridiculous, don't you think? At this rate, there won't be anyone left for-"</font></b><br /><br /><font color="0084c7"><b>"Amoris."</b></font> Oblivionis cuts across the Doll, her face is a mask of strained neutrality. It seems that this week, she doesn't have the patience for this display. <b><font color="0084c7">"By my authority, I appoint you to oversee the proceedings and render the final verdict. Ensure order is maintained."</font></b><br /><br /><b><font color="9b84c1">"Ooh, my turn already? About time! Someone's got to keep this show from being a total snoozefest."</font></b> Amoris gives a little twirl, her coat flaring out around her before she vanishes from the gallery.<br /><br />The lights dim to near-darkness, and when they flare back to life, Amoris stands on the squat platform in the center. She doesn't bow or curtsy - she plants her hands on her hips, grinning down at the assembly, her expression a mixture of glee and challenge.<br /><br /><b><font color="9b84c1">"Well, well, well! Look at what we have here. By the grace of the Loft Moon I, Amoris, she who does not fear love, shall preside. Let's have some fun!"</font></b><br /><br />She snaps her fingers, and <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1xUuM9Q1tpbf9n3FJ9fAFYJ5sT4-Mo-ly/edit">the music</a> swells around you, pounding up through your body like a second heartbeat.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://images.plurk.com/2DQDIcaum5JIDFSdQFRzzn.png" width="500px"><br /><br /><b><h1>Iudicium Amoris<br />Procede</h1></b></center></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=3460" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:3138 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-05-08T15:00:00Z 2026-05-08T15:09:38Z public 322 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">investigation</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> Morning has dawned once again on Friday and you awaken feeling surprisingly clear-headed, all things considered. The unease of the latest edict has followed you through the week but now Friday has arrived, there is some twisted relief in knowing that one way or another, it will be over soon.<br /><br />As you rise to begin your day, you realize that you are once again alone in your own head - the visions of your forgotten cherished person have at last receded, leaving behind only the ache of something you can't quite name. Whether this is a good sign or not is impossible to tell and you can only hope that this week, the resolution will be a peaceful one.</div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=3138" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:3035 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-05-03T10:42:03Z 2026-05-03T10:53:24Z public 2433 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">domesticus</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> <center><img src="https://images.plurk.com/4jDYz46UoVe305FYT6K5K9.png" width="380px"></center><br /><br />It has not yet been a month and still, the House continues to take. Five of your companions are gone now; Ignis, Excordis and Solitudinis have joined the others, their portraits shrouded - and Timoris' has followed soon after. Whatever governs this place, it does not discriminate.<br /><br />The House, nevertheless, appears satisfied. When you wake on Sunday morning, another staircase has revealed itself - this time on the second floor, leading upward to a third. You know, with certainty, that no such floor existed before. In addition, the front doors of the House now allow themselves to be opened onto a sprawling garden, allowing you an outdoor space beyond the courtyard. It seems that while Solitudinis may have failed in achieving his goals, the House rewards you all the same.<br /><br />Sleep refuses to leave you untouched. The dreams return and bring with them more pieces of things that should already belong to you. Still frustratingly incomplete but filling in just a few more holes in your understanding of yourself.<br /><br />Waking, too, brings something different. Rising from your bed leaves you feeling... rested. Properly so. Those who push themselves into the late hours will find themselves growing more and more exhausted the longer they deny themselves rest. It seems after what happened the night your companions died, the Loft Moon returned to you your "sleep" - and the need to do it, of course. We can hardly have actors rushing the stage to interrupt the most important scenes.<br /><br /><br /><b><center><a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/3035.html?thread=3172827#cmt3172827">Sunday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/3035.html?thread=3173083#cmt3173083">Monday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/3035.html?thread=3173339#cmt3173339">Tuesday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/3035.html?thread=3173595#cmt3173595">Wednesday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/3035.html?thread=3173851#cmt3173851">Thursday</a><br /><br /><a href="https://aloftmoon.dreamwidth.org/1181.html">Office Hours</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/1839.html">Locations</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/1391.html">Profiles</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/2542.html">Regains</a> | <a href="https://kisskilled.dreamwidth.org/1454.html">Week 3 AC</a></center></b></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=3035" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:2797 Karen Aijo 2026-05-02T20:55:39Z 2026-05-02T20:55:39Z public 632 Posted by: <span lj:user='classcrown' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://classcrown.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://classcrown.dreamwidth.org/'><b>classcrown</b></a></span><br /><br /><small>[Fervoris, shoving aside what she might be feeling, knows her role. She has to be the shining beacon once more. So she is. She runs around asking anyone who looks like they'd might want to help--Somnis, Signalis, Iacturis, Tenebris, Fidelis, Furiosis, Heredis, and anyone else--to meet her up in the salon.<br /><br />She seeks out everyone else to tell them about the gathering. She's a little more reserved around some but she's not empty like she was last week. She has fire and it shows.<br /><br />Not actual fire, just metaphorical. <br /><br />She keeps running up and down carrying food, using what the salon food has to offer and even trying to help the little tots set up. She's <b>busy</b> and always, always acting if someone is watching her.<br /><br />The lead actress can't be a let down, after all.<br /><br />Even if you don't go, she will find you and talk. She is the Host now and she will do her role with as much fervor as she can muster.]</small><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=2797" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:2354 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-05-02T15:03:19Z 2026-05-02T15:05:27Z public 1005 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">trial</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> It isn't long after the final pieces of evidence have been gathered that you hear those horrid bells again.<br /><br /><b><ul><i>Your allotted investigation period has concluded. Please make your way to the entrance hall, where you will be led to the trial grounds.</i></ul></b><br />Just as it happened last week, Oblivionis and Doloris, accompanied by a few Mortots, await you at the portrait in the entrance hall. When everyone is present, they lead you through the hidden passage once more, the familiar route offering no comfort.<br /><br />The ceremonial hall is as you remember it, yet the atmosphere is heavier. The Loft Moon's glow through the oculus seems colder, more accusing and as the Mortots scurry to light the room, the sounds of their little feet pattering seems to carry a nervous energy. There's one change you can see - just as with the portraits in the entrance hall, <b>Cinis and Maledictis' podiums</b> have been covered with black cloth, alongside <b>Ignis and Excordis'.</b> It's a bitter reminder of what you're gathered here to accomplish again.<br /><br />As you're processing this grim sight, the familiar voices drift down from the gallery above. Amoris' laugh is bright as a bell.<br /><br /><font color="9b84c1"><b>"Back again so soon?"</b></font> she calls, leaning over the balustrade with a wicked sort of glee. <font color="9b84c1"><b>"You all work fast! I'm impressed. Did everyone have a productive investigation? Ooh, do you already know who did it?"</b></font><br /><br />Timoris stands at her own spot, her posture as neat and tidy as before and her expression a blank slate. <font color="657d89"><b>"The system is functioning as designed,"</b></font> she states, her flat tone a stark contrast to Amoris's theatricality. <font color="657d89"><b>"With repetition, an increase of efficiency is expected."</b></font><br /><br />Oblivionis and Doloris are both quiet as they take their places in the gallery and a quick glance will confirm what you may have already expected - <b>Mortis is no longer present,</b> save for the Mortots still scurrying around.<br /><br /><font color="0084c7"><b>"Timoris."</b></font> Oblivionis speaks after a moment. <font color="0084c7"><b>"By my authority, I appoint you to oversee the proceedings and render the final verdict. Ensure order is maintained."</b></font><br /><br />Timoris places a hand on her chest and offers a bow. <font color="657d89"><b>"As you command."</b></font> Her movements are precise, economical. Then, just as Mortis had before her, she vanishes from the gallery.<br /><br />The lights dim, plunging the hall into near-darkness save for the ethereal glow of the Loft Moon. When they flare back to life, Timoris is standing upon the squat platform in the center of the room. Timoris surveys the gathered Dolls but does not curtsy. She simply lifts her chin, her hands clasped loosely behind her back.<br /><br /><font color="657d89"><b>"By the grace of the Loft Moon, I, Timoris, she who does not fear fear itself, shall preside."</b></font><br /><br />Below your feet, you feel the familiar <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/13XxyybmqGtD6vyzz3Vkk4hbwvPGpGoQP/view?usp=drive_link">rumble of music</a> stir to life.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://images.plurk.com/2WcOgxCc1iUa68uOJbYPPy.png" width="500px"><br /><br /><b><h1>Iudicium Timoris<br />Procede</h1></b></center></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=2354" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:2080 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-05-01T14:07:26Z 2026-05-01T15:00:32Z public 363 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">investigation</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> Morning comes again - if the clocks are to be trusted - but the House feels changed in a way no measure of time can quite explain.<br /><br />You've seen what this place is capable of. The Loft Moon still looms where it always has, unmoving, unblinking... but now it watches over an aftermath of a sacrifice already made. The memory of Maledictis' body and Cinis' execution lingers and though you'd like to imagine that nobody will take the bait, it's clear that everyone is in the grips of a similar anxious anticipation today - wondering not <i>if</i> something will give, only <i>when.</i></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=2080" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:1891 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-04-26T10:51:44Z 2026-04-26T11:00:26Z public 2257 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">domesticus</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> <center><img src="https://images.plurk.com/4jDYz46UoVe305FYT6K5K9.png" width="380px"></center><br /><br />Only two weeks have passed since your arrival and already, the House has claimed its due. Blood has been spilled. Maledictis is avenged in the strictest sense of the word but after witnessing the grotesque end dealt to Cinis, any sense of closure rings hollow.<br /><br />The House, however, seems satisfied. When you wake on Sunday morning, a staircase has somehow appeared on the first floor, leading upwards to a new wing of the House you can say with confidence did not exist before. If you care to check <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/2093.html">the House rules</a> you will see that those, too, have been added to.<br /><br />The Dolls, too, find something has shifted. On the night leading into Sunday morning, dreams come unbidden - fragmented and frustratingly vague, but things you somehow know to be familiar. Something taken, now given back in pieces.<br /><br />And beneath it all, something more immediate. Though nothing about your body feels to have changed on the surface, a new awareness settles deep inside you: the steady thrum of a heartbeat, the rush of blood where before there was none. You feel it now, unmistakably; if struck, you will bleed. As something living would. Maledictis' final, desperate desire to live does not seem to have vanished with her and it now lingers as part of you all.<br /><br /><br /><b><center><a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/1891.html?thread=2069091#cmt2069091">Sunday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/1891.html?thread=2069347#cmt2069347">Monday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/1891.html?thread=2069603#cmt2069603">Tuesday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/1891.html?thread=2070115#cmt2070115">Wednesday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/1891.html?thread=2070371#cmt2070371">Thursday</a><br /><br /><a href="https://aloftmoon.dreamwidth.org/1181.html">Office Hours</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/1839.html">Locations</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/1391.html">Profiles</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/2542.html">Regains</a> | <a href="https://kisskilled.dreamwidth.org/1267.html">Week 2 AC</a></center></b></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=1891" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:1672 Boromir of Gondor 2026-04-25T21:42:34Z 2026-04-25T21:42:57Z public 959 Posted by: <span lj:user='steadfastjewel' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://steadfastjewel.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://steadfastjewel.dreamwidth.org/'><b>steadfastjewel</b></a></span><br /><br /><small><b>[</b> FIdelis is less forceful about this gathering than the last he hosted. He lets everyone go on their way immediately after the execution, pausing instead to have quiet words with Tenebris and Signalis. They should all take a moment, yet something in him is certain that they should not all sit by themselves all night. Grief ought to be shared. <br /><br />He won't ask anyone else to set foot in the kitchen right now. Signalis makes some snack plates; Fidelis himself makes a simple, hearty stew. It's important to keep something in your stomach. Tenebris helps to move everything into the dining room. The parlor might be a nicer place to sit, or even the library, but...well, they're also out. <br /><br />Fidelis will make rounds then. <b>]</b></small><br /><br />Come to the dining room, if you would like to be among friends. I thought that we might say a few words about Maledictis.<br /><br /><small><b>[</b> That's what you do when someone dies, isn't it? He doesn't mention Cinis, though. <br /><br />It's fine if someone chooses not to come. You cannot mandate someone's way of mourning. It'll likely get Fidelis coming to check in personally, though. That is what a good captain ought to do - and it is the least he owes. <b>]</b></small><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=1672" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:1459 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-04-25T12:04:06Z 2026-04-25T15:02:14Z public 1163 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">trial</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> Just as your investigations begin to wind down, you hear those same dissonant bells jangling. Oblivionis's voice rings out with them once more, just as cold and distant as before.<br /><br /><ul><i><b>"Your allotted investigation period has concluded. Please make your way to the entrance hall, where you will be led to the trial grounds."</b></i></ul><br />Perhaps as expected, Doloris and Oblivionis are waiting for you there, flanking the large portrait of Oblivionis between the staircases. Both are composed, though there's a certain chilliness in the air that goes beyond their usual dispositions. When everyone has gathered, they turn as one and the portrait swings open with little to no effort on their parts, revealing a passageway leading somewhere much deeper into the House...<br /><br />...when you finally emerge from the hallway, you find yourself standing at the edge of a grand ceremonial hall, where a handful of Mortots are already running ahead to ensure the space is lit. A circle of podiums, each one identical to the last save for the portraits bearing your faces, has been arranged in the center of the space, all facing inwards - towards a strange squat platform, just a few feet high. High above your heads, a series of galleries with gold balustrades overlook the proceedings, though you can't see any way of accessing them from down here. Tall, fluted columns rise through both levels, supporting a massive, circular dome - at the apex of which, an opening reveals the ever-present glow of the Loft Moon hanging overhead.<br /><br />As you're taking it all in, you hear a laugh ring out from somewhere in the gallery - and realize abruptly that not only have Oblivionis and Doloris somehow found their way up there, but that they've been joined by <a href="https://images.plurk.com/QQFhI9C9dFIP63whH0ez6.png">three</a> <a href="https://images.plurk.com/4C5eNZee5hMAWjQ7lGJQok.png">familiar</a> <a href="https://images.plurk.com/4wp0VXfDZjFPJYxV4b3MUR.png">figures</a> - though of course, for two of them, this is your first time seeing them in person.<br /><br />Still laughing merrily to herself, <b>Amoris, she who does not fear love</b>, leans over the balustrade to peer down at the assembled group.<br /><br /><font color="9b84c1"><b>"So <i>these</i> are all the new faces? Just look at them, they're all already so gloomy! Don't you think they should be a little more excited, Timoris? You'd think they'd never been to a party before!"</b></font><br /><br />From her side, <b>Timoris, she who does not fear fear itself</b>, clicks her tongue. <font color="657d89"><b>"This is not a party. This is a trial. The Joyous is dead. The proper response is not excitement."</b></font><br /><br /><font color="2e7d32"><b>"Death walks among them."</b></font> The quiet voice of <b>Mortis, she who does not fear death,</b> drifts down from the gallery, placid despite the circumstances. A Mortot busily clambers up onto her shoulder as she speaks. <font color="2e7d32"><b>"It is a heavy thing. Heavy..."</b></font><br /><br /><font color="9b84c1"><b>"Ugh, you're such a buzzkill! It's a debut! Their big debut! They need to make a good impression, don't they? I mean, it's their very first outing!"</b></font><br /><br />Before there can be any more chatter, Oblivionis' voice cuts across them. <font color="0084c7"><b><i>"Mortis.</i> By my authority, I appoint you to oversee the proceedings and render the final verdict. Ensure order is maintained."</b></font><br /><br /><font color="2e7d32"><b>"Yes, dearest sister."</b></font><br /><br />The lights suddenly dim, casting the grand hall into near-total darkness save for the ghostly light of the Loft Moon. When they return... Mortis is standing upon the squat platform in the center, the Mortot still perched on her shoulder. Her posture is as placid as ever as she takes her skirts between her fingertips and dips into an elegant, formal curtsy to the assembly.<br /><br /><font color="2e7d32"><b>"By the grace of the Loft Moon, I, Mortis, she who does not fear death, shall preside."</b></font><br /><br />From her shoulder, the Mortot chimes in; <font color="43a047"><b>"The Trial of Death shall now commence!"</b></font><br /><br />From somewhere deep in the House's belly, you once again feel <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1uK9vVEzXLQPh0U3IHPsWkTdUz124tSqQ/view?usp=drive_link">music stirring to life</a>, a heavy rumble that underscores the proceedings. It seems you really will have no choice but to proceed with this - if nothing else, to discover exactly who could be capable of ending the life of Maledictis.<br /><br /><center><img src="https://images.plurk.com/39zZlAqAUUn846at2MpyFO.png" width="500px"><br /><br /><b><h1>Iudicium Mortis<br />Procede</h1></b></center></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=1459" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:1260 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-04-24T15:01:40Z 2026-04-24T15:01:40Z public 274 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">investigation</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> Morning dawns in the House... or so the time shown on all the clocks tells you and nearly two weeks after your arrival here, there's still little else to anchor yourself to the passage of days. The Loft Moon hangs heavy in what little you can see of the sky above, just as it always does, and its presence serves as a dour reminder of the incentives that have been dangled over your heads. Though you'd like to believe that no one here would resort to killing, you can't dismiss the possibility that eventually, something will give way.<br /><br />There is a palpably dour atmosphere all across the House today. You can only hope it's simply your imagination and not a sign of things to come.</div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=1260" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:790 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-04-18T09:32:38Z 2026-04-19T15:43:08Z public 3002 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">domesticus</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> <center><img src="https://images.plurk.com/4jDYz46UoVe305FYT6K5K9.png" width="380px"></center><br /><br />After a week, you've all started to settle in. Routines begin to take shape, if only for lack of anything else to do in these walls and the House has become familiar now, even if it isn't quite comfortable. The portraits of Oblivionis' companions now grace the walls for your perusal and yet, there's still no true sign of any of them, save Doloris. A few of you have managed to make contact with Oblivionis, at least, though she remains a frustratingly opaque figure.<br /><br />With the eve of the masquerade drawing ever closer, a quiet tension lingers. It's difficult not to wonder what, exactly, awaits you there.<br /><br /><b><center><a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/790.html?thread=687382#cmt687382">Sunday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/790.html?thread=687894#cmt687894">Monday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/790.html?thread=688150#cmt688150">Tuesday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/790.html?thread=688406#cmt688406">Wednesday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/790.html?thread=688662#cmt688662">Thursday</a><br /><br /><a href="https://aloftmoon.dreamwidth.org/1181.html">Office Hours</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/1839.html">Locations</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/1391.html">Profiles</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/2542.html">Regains</a> | <a href="https://kisskilled.dreamwidth.org/906.html">Week 1 AC</a></center></b></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=790" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:535 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-04-12T11:29:16Z 2026-04-13T18:36:19Z public 2218 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">domesticus</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> <center><img src="https://images.plurk.com/4jDYz46UoVe305FYT6K5K9.png" width="380px"></center><br /><br />And so, your time here at the House begins. Despite all the pomp and spectacle, you've yet to catch hide or hair of the Dolls who are supposedly observing you and Doloris herself seems just as scarce. Your host Oblivionis is never seen walking the halls but word soon travels that those wishing to speak with her may request a private audience with her in her office on the first floor.<br /><br />The details of this 'masquerade' remain a mystery and whether you'll be tested, judged, or simply entertained is anyone's guess. For now, you have time and two floors of the House to make use of as you see fit. You may as well settle in, acquaint yourself with the other Dolls, and get a sense of the place you'll be inhabiting - it seems your stay here will not be brief.<br /><br /><b><center><a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/535.html?thread=279#cmt279">Monday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/535.html?thread=535#cmt535">Tuesday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/535.html?thread=791#cmt791">Wednesday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/535.html?thread=1047#cmt1047">Thursday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/535.html?thread=1303#cmt1303">Friday</a> | <a href="https://mujinacarnival.dreamwidth.org/535.html?thread=1559#cmt1559">Saturday</a><br /><br /><a href="https://aloftmoon.dreamwidth.org/1181.html">Office Hours</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/1839.html">Locations</a> | <a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/1391.html">Profiles</a></center></b></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=535" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments tag:dreamwidth.org,2025-09-08:4242514:492 KiLLKiSS Mod Account 2026-04-12T11:21:22Z 2026-04-13T13:05:26Z public 1282 Posted by: <span lj:user='killkissmods' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/'><b>killkissmods</b></a></span><br /><br /><div style="max-width:950px;margin:10px auto;padding:15px;background:transparent;line-height:1.5;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:14px;text-align:justify;border:5px solid #1e181f;color:#1e181f;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:7%;background:#1e181f url(&#39;https://images.plurk.com/1mBNV6TdxhLmtrRQsFwFo4.png&#39;)center;"> <div style="margin:85px auto;"><div style="margin:0 auto;padding:3% 2% 0;line-height:.6;text-align:right;font-size:clamp(30px, 4vw, 60px);font-weight:700;color:#fff;background:#1e181f;">INTRO LOG</div> <div style="margin:0 auto 25px;padding:10px;background:#fff;"> You wake to moonlight shining straight into your eyes.<br /><br />No - not moonlight. The glow is warmer, steadier. As your vision clears, you find its source easily enough: a small lamp resting on the bedside table beside you. You're lying in a bed in what appears to be a carefully maintained bedchamber. The room is trimmed in muted, tired colors - blues, greys and faded mauves that seem worn with age. Despite the dreary palette, everything is immaculate. The furniture has been polished to a mirror shine and the bedding beneath you is smooth and crisp.<br /><br />The quiet of the room isn't complete, either; somewhere, faintly, there's music. Not a song, but the restless noise of an orchestra warming up. A ripple of drumbeats that never settle into rhythm. The low hum of a bass string being tested. A brief run of piano notes climbing upward before vanishing again. The sounds drift in and out, as though they're coming from somewhere, nowhere and everywhere at once.<br /><br />You lie still for a moment, listening, your eyes wandering across the unfamiliar room as your thoughts slowly begin to gather. Still half-dazed, you try to retrace your steps. How did you get here? What were you doing before waking up in this bed?<br /><br />The questions come easily. The answers do not. When you reach back into your memory, there's nothing waiting there. Your mind reaches instinctively for a name - your name - and comes back empty-handed.<br /><br />Slowly, your attention turns outward instead. If your memories refuse to answer you, perhaps the room will. Everything looks deliberate, prepared with patient care, as though someone expected you to wake up in this exact spot. And if that's true, then somewhere in this room there must be something meant to guide you.<br />On the bedside table sits a slightly crumpled envelope, the flap barely tucked in. When you open it, a small object slides into your palm with a soft metallic clink: an ornate brass key. It's heavier than it looks, the metal faintly warm from being held. One side bears a neatly engraved room number that you presume must be this very suite.<br /><br />Folded inside the envelope is a handwritten letter in elegant script.<br /><br /><ul><i>Esteemed Guest,<br /><br />I offer you my greetings. It would not surprise me if you find yourself unsettled given the circumstances of your arrival. You need not be ashamed of such a feeling and yet, you should not let it trouble you overlong. Be assured that you stand precisely where you are meant to be. You are expected and you are welcome. Set aside your worries; they will not serve you within these walls.<br /><br />You have been extended an invitation to the Dolls' Masquerade. Whatever doubts linger, you would do well to understand that it is a privilege to be here, whether you yet understand it or not. In recognition of this, you will be granted a number of days in which to prepare yourself before the revelry begins. Until that time, you are to remain within the house, which shall serve as your residence. I encourage you to make yourself acquainted with its halls and offerings. There is much within these walls that may prove of interest or of use to you and your fellow guests.<br /><br />In further recognition of your situation, a portion of my time has been set aside to welcome you to the house. When the clock strikes the thirteenth hour, you are to gather in the entrance hall. I will receive you there and in that moment, I shall grant you an audience. You may present your questions then and I will answer what I deem appropriate.<br /><br />Until that hour arrives, be sure to conduct yourself with the patience and grace befitting your station.<br /><br />Regards,<br />Oblivionis the Glorious</i></ul><br />Somewhere in the room, a clock ticks steadily. The letter mentioned a meeting place and a time. You still have a while before that appointed moment arrives. Enough time to move around, to explore a little. To your surprise, you aren't the only one wandering these halls - other Dolls bearing the same black masks as you have also begun to explore, seemingly just as confused as you are.<br /><br />Beyond your room lies what seems to be a grand house, though you only have access to two of however many floors it contains. Of particular note is the entrance hall, lined with <b><a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/1391.html">neatly hung portraits</a></b>, each accompanied by a small plaque bearing a name and some information, seemingly about your fellow Dolls... and yourself. On a heavy oak sideboard by the door you also find <b><a href="https://killkissmods.dreamwidth.org/2093.html">a book</a></b> seemingly dictating your conduct within these walls.<br /><br />Are you confused? Scared? Or perhaps you feel nothing at all? Whatever the case, there's little to do now but wait for the appointed hour and hope that when it arrives, someone will finally begin explaining things.<br /></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="max-width:650px;margin:0 auto;padding:2px 10px 5px;line-height:1;font-family:arial, helvetica, sans serif;font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#ed9eb1;"><a title="by 10billionghosts" href="http://10billionghosts.dreamwidth.org" style="text-decoration:none;font-weight:bold;color:#ed9eb1;">(CODE)</a></div><br /><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=mujinacarnival&ditemid=492" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments