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✖ VICTORIA'S SECRET
Ⅰ. ARRIVAL & THE TEMPLE
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
The ferry pulls into port in the evening, when shadows are long and gas lamps burn through a veil of mist. Dozens of other ships are docked as well, with men unloading crates and boxes from their holds. Beyond the wet wood and lapping sound of the ocean, a city looms like a charcoal smudge on a purple sky. The air is smoggy and thick, and the river that flows from the sea into the city smells foul. Walk the cobbled streets and you will find that the city is crowded and filthy, but full of merchants, pubs, and theatres. Vast wealth and extreme poverty exist side by side.
In the center of the sprawling city is a temple with towering gothic spires and huge stained glass windows depicting all manner of beings that might be gods or angels or monsters. You could look for hours and still be finding new figures plucked straight from books of myth and religion. Inside, the main chamber has a grand vaulted ceiling, and dozens of pews line the aisle up to the altar, which is oddly anticlimactic compared to the lavish surroundings: just a plain stone table with a lit oil lamp in the centre. Two hallways branch off on either side of the room: one leads to private baths and a communal kitchen, the other to monastic style chambers with thin beds. Not the most comfortable place to stay, but it’ll do in a pinch!
Alternatively you can venture into the city and find yourself some other lodging - every Traveler has been supplied with some pocket money. Just be careful that it isn’t stolen by some street urchin. Travelers can also find an era-appropriate outfit that will fit them perfectly laid in the first sleeping chamber they visit.
Ⅱ. SEANCE
CW: grief, past trauma.
Perhaps you overhear talk of it at a pub, or maybe you’re handed a small card as you push your way through the crowded city streets. Maybe you just wander in by accident. However it happens, you find yourself being ushered into the parlour of one Miss Mary Price: Spiritualist.
You and several other people are instructed to sit at a round table in a very dark and musty room. The walls are covered in thick black curtains, and maybe you’re the type to suspect that there’s someone hiding behind them somewhere. Once everyone is seated, Mary Price herself enters the room. The lights are all extinguished save for a single candle.
Mary calls out to the spirits. They communicate through a series of knocks, or the movement of a Ouija board. Someone at the table is put in contact with a deceased aunt who reveals the location of a family heirloom. Someone else is able to say goodbye to a son.
Mary Price looks at you with eyes so dark they look black, and asks, “What haunts you?”
Maybe you answer honestly. Maybe you don’t answer at all, but that doesn’t matter because the spirit tapping around the room is more than happy to narc on you and tell the whole room what or who it is that you cannot forget.
You can deny it all you like, but the spirits don’t have a reason to lie. And if you try to mess up the seance, you will spend a month being hounded by an angry poltergeist.
Ⅲ. THE RIPPER
CW: murder, gore, violence.
You’re lost at night. Maybe you were in the pub too late, or maybe you were searching for more illicit fun - weren’t there opium dens around this time? - or maybe you just weren’t keeping an eye on the time. However it happened, you’re on the streets in the dark.
It’s very foggy; you can barely see a foot in front of you. The streetlamps look like dimly burning ghosts and when the odd person passes you they are felt more than seen, just a darker shadow in a world of shifting shades.
Very suddenly you hear a scream - short, and swallowed up quickly by the fog. Still, it’s enough to get you to turn and hurry down a narrow alleyway.
Sprawled on the ground amid a lake of blood is a body. It’s immediately apparent that this person is probably beyond help - their throat has been slashed ear to ear. Your appearance was not expected, however, and you can see that you’ve startled the killer: they’re running down the alley in the opposite direction.
You have a few choices: you can chase the killer and attempt to catch them, you can try to help the victim, you can get the authorities, or you can just walk away.
What will you do?
Ⅳ. RESURRECTION MEN
CW: dead bodies, grave robbing.
You’re not entirely clear on how you agreed to this. Maybe it was a barroom bet gone wrong. Maybe you’re broke enough that you need money fast. Or maybe you want to help some wannabe medical students. However it happened, you’re in the cemetery.
And you’ve got a shovel.
Time to rob some graves! You’ve convinced yourself somehow that this isn’t morally reprehensible, and so you and your partner are just going to get down to business! What corpse should you unearth? You feel like a kid in a candy store!
The problem comes once you’ve unearthed the body because it seems terribly familiar. Which is… creepy. Creepier still when it starts talking.
Maybe it’s a family member, or an old friend. Maybe an ex partner. Whoever it is, they immediately start telling your fellow grave robber about some incident from your past that you just. Can’t. Let. Go. Of. And even if you whack it with a shovel it won’t stop. Bad corpse! BAD Corpse!
Which of course is exactly what you have to try and do if you want this chatty Cathy of a corpse to shut the hell up.
Sometimes I can still hear his voice...
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
The ferry pulls into port in the evening, when shadows are long and gas lamps burn through a veil of mist. Dozens of other ships are docked as well, with men unloading crates and boxes from their holds. Beyond the wet wood and lapping sound of the ocean, a city looms like a charcoal smudge on a purple sky. The air is smoggy and thick, and the river that flows from the sea into the city smells foul. Walk the cobbled streets and you will find that the city is crowded and filthy, but full of merchants, pubs, and theatres. Vast wealth and extreme poverty exist side by side.

Alternatively you can venture into the city and find yourself some other lodging - every Traveler has been supplied with some pocket money. Just be careful that it isn’t stolen by some street urchin. Travelers can also find an era-appropriate outfit that will fit them perfectly laid in the first sleeping chamber they visit.
Notes:
1. Unless this is your character’s first island, the High Temple and anything you may have stored there is off-limits this month.
2. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.
3. The city greatly resembles Victorian London, and the technology and general way of life is all of that era. Feel free to explore the city! These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.
4. Most food is safe to eat, and is consumable by non-human entities. Most. Some of it’s going to be pretty gross or cooked improperly, so be careful.
5. The people in the city are normal humans unless otherwise indicated. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.
6. Have fun!
Ⅱ. SEANCE
CW: grief, past trauma.
Perhaps you overhear talk of it at a pub, or maybe you’re handed a small card as you push your way through the crowded city streets. Maybe you just wander in by accident. However it happens, you find yourself being ushered into the parlour of one Miss Mary Price: Spiritualist.

Mary calls out to the spirits. They communicate through a series of knocks, or the movement of a Ouija board. Someone at the table is put in contact with a deceased aunt who reveals the location of a family heirloom. Someone else is able to say goodbye to a son.
Mary Price looks at you with eyes so dark they look black, and asks, “What haunts you?”
Maybe you answer honestly. Maybe you don’t answer at all, but that doesn’t matter because the spirit tapping around the room is more than happy to narc on you and tell the whole room what or who it is that you cannot forget.
You can deny it all you like, but the spirits don’t have a reason to lie. And if you try to mess up the seance, you will spend a month being hounded by an angry poltergeist.
Notes:
1. The spirit can communicate through knocks, the Ouija, actually vocalising through the medium, or via ectoplasm.
2. What haunts your character does not have to be the memory of a dead person. It can be an event - maybe they’ve never gotten over losing that science fair in grade three. It is the feeling of being haunted that is important.
3. If you choose to trash the seance, the spirit will follow you for the rest of the month. It can range from annoying to actually dangerous.
Ⅲ. THE RIPPER
CW: murder, gore, violence.
You’re lost at night. Maybe you were in the pub too late, or maybe you were searching for more illicit fun - weren’t there opium dens around this time? - or maybe you just weren’t keeping an eye on the time. However it happened, you’re on the streets in the dark.
It’s very foggy; you can barely see a foot in front of you. The streetlamps look like dimly burning ghosts and when the odd person passes you they are felt more than seen, just a darker shadow in a world of shifting shades.
Very suddenly you hear a scream - short, and swallowed up quickly by the fog. Still, it’s enough to get you to turn and hurry down a narrow alleyway.

You have a few choices: you can chase the killer and attempt to catch them, you can try to help the victim, you can get the authorities, or you can just walk away.
What will you do?
Notes:
1. The inspiration for this prompt is Jack the Ripper but you do not have to use that case as a basis for your killer.
2. You can get as involved with this as you would like. You can have your character catch the killer in a chase, or form your very own detective squad and hunt them down that way.
3. Naturally, walking away from a potential serial killer might not be great for your Scrywatch grading!
Ⅳ. RESURRECTION MEN
CW: dead bodies, grave robbing.
You’re not entirely clear on how you agreed to this. Maybe it was a barroom bet gone wrong. Maybe you’re broke enough that you need money fast. Or maybe you want to help some wannabe medical students. However it happened, you’re in the cemetery.
And you’ve got a shovel.

The problem comes once you’ve unearthed the body because it seems terribly familiar. Which is… creepy. Creepier still when it starts talking.
Maybe it’s a family member, or an old friend. Maybe an ex partner. Whoever it is, they immediately start telling your fellow grave robber about some incident from your past that you just. Can’t. Let. Go. Of. And even if you whack it with a shovel it won’t stop. Bad corpse! BAD Corpse!
Which of course is exactly what you have to try and do if you want this chatty Cathy of a corpse to shut the hell up.
Notes:
1. If you do NOT let go of this past event, the corpse will follow you the rest of the night singing Henry the Eighth I am, I am.
iv.
Grave robbing is... Well, Chloe's not going to dwell on the specifics of the crime too much unless she needs to. She can do detached evidence gathering. Hasn't she been claiming she wants to be stronger? Make contributions where she can without shying away from the distinctly unsavoury?
She isn't far behind Malcolm, focused on the fleeing figures to commit any details about them to memory. His reaction to the corpse is enough to get her attention. The corpse speaking, and what it says, keeps her attention on her friend.
"...Malcolm...?" And there's a whole lot of questions in that one word.
tw: dismemberment
Quite frankly, he has a lot of questions too. Mainly, is this real or some kind of magical trick? The undead Ainsley cricks her neck and looks up at the two of them.
"We spoke to Dad," she continues. "And Malcolm had to cut up the body and get rid of it. He had to protect me."
"Stop!" Malcolm cries out finally. "Whatever you are... just stop!"
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She places a hand on Malcolm's arm. "Is it true?" she enquires gently. But she's ready to turn and flee if he wants to get the hell away.
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There's a creaking sound as the reanimated corpse stands up and steps out of the grave. It's not going to leave him alone is it?
"Yes!" He tells Chloe, confessing finally. "I-I did it to protect her." 'Her' being the zombie creature currently standing stock still in the grass, hair half covering her face.
What must Chloe think of him now, knowing the worst thing that he's ever done? Malcolm covers his face with his hands and turns away so that she can't see him sobbing.
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The thing from the grave can be ignored for now. It isn't attacking - except for its words - so she doesn't care much about its awful presence. What she cares about is her friend. Hearing of him doing such a thing is disturbing, she can't deny that. But she thinks how disturbing it must have been for him, not that Malcolm himself is disturbing. When he says he did it to protect who the corpse is, she believes it. And what lengths to go to to keep someone safe.
Standing in close to him, she puts an arm around his shoulders. "I can't imagine how hard that must have been for you," she whispers.
cw: murder
Malcolm takes a deep breath and wipes his eyes. In some ways, telling Chloe is worse than telling some of the other people here. Yes, she cares about him and wants to comfort him, but Malcolm actually cares about what she thinks. He hates to disappoint her and make her think that she's some kind of monster.
"A man was coming after my family," he tells Chloe, leaning into her as she puts her arm around him. "He was powerful and he wanted to destroy us. He framed me for murder. When I was able to confront him, I... I couldn't shoot him. Couldn't pull the trigger." He sighs. "So Ainsley got a knife and slit his throat."
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"It sounds like you were both trying to protect the people you love." She almost says that the fact he couldn't shoot is very telling of the person Malcolm is, but she doesn't want to make any implications about Ainsley. "People will go to all sorts of lengths to do that. If you were a terrible person... Well, I don't think you'd be feeling the way you are now." Nor would a zombie of the past be rising from the grave to haunt him.
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"My father called..." He realizes that Chloe will need to know about the context of his father, but he'll get to that eventually. "He said we needed to get rid of the body, so.. he told me how to dismember it."
And that's his part in the killing. Under the law, he could be charged and found just as guilty as if he'd stabbed the man himself.
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"Malcolm... I'm not sure if this will make much difference but you weren't the one who killed him. You didn't take a life. And I can imagine you and Ainsley did what you did because it didn't seem like there was any other choice. Acting because you're scared and cornered doesn't make you bad."
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"I-It's... it's..." Malcolm shakes his head, tears forming in his eyes. "M-My father is a serial killer. He killed twenty-three people before he was finally caught."
In some ways, it feels good to confess. At least Chloe is a friend, and Malcolm doesn't think she's going to be disgusted by him. That's always his biggest fear: being judged for what his father has done.
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She gives him a little squeeze, silently saying she isn't going to reject him for someone else's deeds. "I'm so sorry you've had to live with this, Malcolm. Thank you for sharing it with me." She knows it can't have been easy. And how much of an understatement that would be.
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Malcolm buries his head in Chloe's neck and cries softly.
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She holds onto him, assuring him she's there and he isn't going to be literally or metaphorically shoved away. After a little while of silence, she speaks quietly to him. "I'm not sure if this is the right thing to say or not but I hope you know this doesn't change anything. You're still the same Malcolm. And we're still friends." It gives her more insight and understanding into him and that's all. It doesn't alter her opinion of him.
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Malcolm is calming down by the time that she speaks to him. Her words are welcome and he's glad to hear them.
"Thank you. That's all I want, is for us to continue being friends."