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Good morning.

Or perhaps it might be more appropriate to say good evening instead, considering how it is moonlight that will rouse you into consciousness. And what a bright moon it is, half-full and clear without contest in the sky as it outshines the stars and galaxies in the backdrop. But it’s all the better to emphasize that the buildings that speckle the landscape before you are all completely devoid of any light. And by the way—do you always sleep outside?

The lack of light can be something to deal with later though, at least when you've properly gotten up from the cold, unyielding stone below you. And that chill down your spine—no doubt that probably has something to do with combination of cool temperatures and poor sleeping conditions, but it’s odd how it seems to linger.

Checking your person for any items that should be in your possession yields disappointing results, but it seems you're not empty handed (or pocketed) because you are now the proud owner of one (1) small bundle of black cloth. Unwrapping it reveals a key imprinted with a roman numeral, along with a simple note.

“Come at 6PM to the place circled on this map:”

“Don’t be tardy, dear Survivors, that’d be a bad first impression. If you don’t want your stay here to be more unpleasant than it’ll already be, you’ll want to avoid seeming careless or disrespectful. You’ll want to listen to my opening speech~!”

Finally, after an empty space that may be simulating an intense pause, there’s one last line:

“I know what you’re thinking, so I’ll say it straight: if you don’t come, you’re as good as dead.”

The news likely isn't welcome, but it's a start. And it seems you're not alone in your plight, though whether company is within arm's length or a stone’s throw away is up to fortune’s whims. For now, you're free to explore the town square and the surrounding areas as best you can in the dim light.

For some reason or another, Krakow, Poland is now your new home. That much is clear from the sign posts that you can inexplicably read, as red and white flag posts with "Święto Niepodległości" flutter lightly in the wind. While the storefronts are dark, the street lamps that scatter the town provide some measure of light, providing some solace against the layer of fog that's begun to creep in.

( OOC: Welcome to Antumbra! This intro log occurs ICly Sunday. Your MM's will be around at 6pm EST to hear your complaints. )

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[drydrown]

[It actually wouldn't be accurate to say that Cumore has never ended up sleeping in places that he'd really prefer not to be sleeping, as his work sometimes just ends up like that no matter how much it irritates him. But sleeping on stone is always a stupid idea for a lot of reasons, not least of which being it's often damp and almost always cold, and generally speaking it's just kind of gross in a way he's not really tolerating very well right now.

So that's how he woke up, and he can be found off to one side of the square, sitting primly on a bench and just...doing what he can for his hair with one hand and reading over that note with the other, though it isn't long before that ends up sharply crumpled in his fist.]

"Survivors," please. Survivors of what?

[...anyway,

So he's been given a key, and he doesn't like any of this he imagines he night as well see what it goes to? God, normally he'd just tell somebody else to figure it out for him but he's not precisely interested in handing off anything that might be halfway important. He can be found at the clergy housing eventually, namely standing just inside Room XXIV and looking like he would rather go anywhere except further inside Room XXIV.]

So I have reason to believe this isn't mine...? I never even stayed inside the castle with the others, much less anything so...

[...so...so...

...a n y w a y...]

room xxiv

[psychophant]

[Oh, this is great. Iago hates this already. He hasn't even seen "his" room yet, but his hopes are really not high given what little he's seen so far.

He follows the voice and looks into the room, all while being polite enough not to barge on in. Consider yourself lucky.]

...Dreadful? [thanks, iago.] Not even the servants' quarters are this dismal.

[drydrown]

[Wow, there is nothing about this that isn't made of see, you get him though, holy damn is he pleased to see someone who underst-

...Okay. He would have been a little more pleased to see this guy if he were a bit less...this...but you know what that's fine, he can work with it as long as this guy stays over there and isn't the huggy sort, and he looks like he'd rather punch a kitten than hug someone willingly. This might be acceptable.]

Isn't that the truth. This place is absolutely wretched.

[Like, no, seriously, ew?]

Surely we're not expected to stay here.

[psychophant]

[...you know, the more he looks at this guy's outfit, the less he likes. The colors are... well they sure are, and the heart cutout is just...

Okay, well you know what, he's probably seen worse. Nohr's full of incredibly poorly-dressed individuals that lack his exceptional sense of style, so whatever.]

My thoughts exactly. I can't see why they'd go to all this trouble. Well, [waving a hand to indicate the room] not that they went to any trouble for the rooms, obviously.

Square

[noellemadic]

[Survivors. The mere word sends chills down Noelle's spine.

Maybe it is...survivors of what she did. If that's the case...why did they allow her stay alive? And heal her, too.

No, this can't be her fault. Whatever cty this is seems to be intact]

Whatever we survived didn't damage this place. Whatever happened wasn't a natural disaster, I guess.

[drydrown]

Arguably. I've seen at least one city more or less intact like this after some sort of...natural incident, but that place was decidedly more overrun with monsters than this one seems to be.

[At least this place isn't actively out to kill us, as far as he can tell. Shit's just creepy.]

I doubt this place is supposed to be this empty, at any rate.

[noellemadic]

[Monsters. Now that's a thought...Noelle makes a mental note not to go into an empty building alone, just in case. For some reason, she can't discard monsters existing in here. Anything is possible, she knows that]

It doesn't seem like it was abandoned, though...everything seems to be in an acceptable state. Maybe it was evacuated not too long ago?

[In which case they having been brought here is very alarming]

housing

[pr159]

[ Rideaux has just entered the hall a moment ago, and is still looking at the numbers on the rooms to see which direction he should head in to find the door his key goes to when he overhears this person. And being as nosy as he is, he changes directions to go see who the voice belongs to.

...Well. That's. A look, he supposes.

The judgment is visible on his face for a second, but he quickly changes into a smile. ]

So...?

[ Go on, finish your thought. ]

[drydrown]

[...If it's any consolation(?), the "oh honey what are you wearing" is just going to be mutual in this room. This is just how things are going to be today, he has no idea what any of y'all here with him are doing but you guys sure are doing it.

Anyway, the odd look doesn't last long before he's amended it with all the grace of a Kentucky woman that's decided to tell you that your look is so very brave.]

I'd say "dismal" is fair, at the very least.

[pr159]

[ Well, if you're not going to go any further inside, then he's just going to waltz right into the middle of the room to get a better look for himself then. Don't mind him as his boa feathers brush against you.

He swipes a gloved finger over the top of the desk -- honestly, it's not even dusty. ]

It's certainly drab, and too cramped for my liking, but it's hardly that bad. Don't tell me these are the worst conditions you've ever had to sleep in.

room xxiv

[soumettre]

[ Yuzuru was walking to his own room with some candles and a book, but he'd be hard pressed to walk past the sight of a man just standing there in the room. He wishes he wasn't familiar with that sort of tone. Someone dissatisfied because something doesn't meet the their lofty standards. He waits outside, peeking into the room ]

It's far beyond the most luxurious of lodgings, but it is what we've been provided for our stay here. The other buildings nearby would not be as appropriate for this purpose.

[ His voice is straightforward and soft, sounding as lightly optimistic as one who's lived and trained as a servant would. ]

I assume it's not to your liking?

[drydrown]

[And from the sound of it, the help is here. Lovely.]

Oh, please do be more complacent with your lot. It's proving so helpful!

[oh my god he could not get more condescending.]

I've done nothing to deserve being brought here in the first place, the least they could have done is provided something acceptable in exchange for the inconvenience.

[soumettre]

[ Alright Cumore you can have his candle, which he will set by the doorway. Helping! ]

I think that would a sentiment shared by no less than a few of us here. Welcome to our lot, sir.

[ A pause. ]

I do wonder where we can send in our grievances...

room xxiv

[ortion]

[Dist is in the process of locating his own room when he overhears Cumore just a few doors down. He slides his key back into his pocket and wanders over to get a cursory glance...

Honestly, he can't help but take in Cumore's appearance first. Hm. He supposes if he were forced to wear the common knight uniform, he would style it something like that...

But anyway, the room!

...the room.]

Oh. Oh dear. This truly isn't it, is it? [How unsightly.] This has to be some sort of mistake.

[drydrown]

My thoughts exactly, though I admit my hopes aren't high. Particularly with how they saw fit to leave us outside like dogs.

[...he has not yet met the actual dog-man.

That said, he'll actually get a good look at this individual addressing him and...my god, man, what the fuck are you wearing and where can he get approximately ten of them, that's beautiful?]

Well. Ghastly surroundings aside, it's good to see someone else actually caring about how they look around here.

[ortion]

[A fine point about their arrival, actually. Dist is about to comment on it before he is interrupted by...

Goodness, was that a compliment?

His demeanor shifts in an instant, as though he has momentarily forgotten all about their horrendous situation for the time being.]

Why thank you! Finally, someone who understands true aesthetic. Consider the sentiment mutual. The Oracle Knights would certainly look a lot more appealing if they dressed like you.

Clergy Housing

[puperoni]

Aww, that's a shame. Castles are really nice inside and have plenty of room to run around in. [ You didn't ask for company, but pizza delivery is here regardless. Pizza doesn't look like he fits in either, with his bright red, green and white clothes. ]

[drydrown]

[...he does not personally like your particular aesthetic, but damn can he appreciate having one and just going for it. So you know what, you keep on doing you, actually.]

The one at Zaphias isn't completely terrible, I suppose. But I choose not to stay there.

[puperoni]

[ Pizza will 1000% take that compliment if it's ever voiced. ]

Zaphias, zaphias... [ Literal chinhands here. ] Mmnn, I haven't heard of it. But why didn't you stay?

Room XXIV

[baitless]

[...well, it makes sense for Seteth to check out the room his key apparently leads to; and... well, apparently he has neighbors? He may as well see what they’re li... oh.

Oh, one of these types.

...this doesn’t seem to be Fódlan, but even if it was, he’d probably mumble a bit more quietly instead of keeping his contempt to himself...]

Goddess help you, you may find yourself breathing the same air as the rest of us.

[drydrown]

[oh my god this is why he doesn't live with people that aren't his sister.]

I imagine I will, so do think before wasting it.

[baitless]

Ah, but it is not as though we are dealing with a limited supply, are we? There is no need to hoard it for yourself.

[holy shit he doesn’t have to rely on this man for donations this is so fucking liberating]

Room XXIV I guess there's just a crowd here sparkles

[p_q]

This place doesn't belong to anyone. It is where we are meant to be herded.

[Ulquiorra has been standing in front of XI for a few moments at least -- he's actually entered the room, because he's not Cumore and probably his room doesn't have the plague, but he doesn't look especially enthused about it and has since exited without lingering. Not that he ever looks enthused about anything, but he's staring at the key in his hand with its engraved numeral with a deeply neutral expression.

It probably doesn't matter, in the end, but being given a room at all certainly speaks volumes. He's passing by XXIV just now, not bothering to step in but assessing the room and its owner from the outside just the same. Shades of Szayel or one of the more flamboyant lesser Arrancar, timbres of Loly and Menoly. Great. He'll just be over here being obnoxiously monochrome and nonhuman thanks.]

[drydrown]

[Wow, you are a mess and a half, aren't you. He's dealt with non-human races before - he's not crazy about them but they're generally acceptable people who tend to stay out of his way so that's fine - but god, there is no excuse for the monochrome. Why is there so much ugly in this city.]

Whatever it is, it's hardly acceptable.

[p_q]

[He's impeccably attired?? Apart from the slightly tattered front of his jacket, he's all in white on top of skin white as a corpse, so the only saving grace is that there isn't moonlight bouncing off the whole ensemble to blind hapless passersby. It's a very clean aesthetic, obviously.

Or it's just that Hueco Mundo is based on dead people aesthetic. There's that too.]

Is there something to accept about this situation? How optimistic of you.