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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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[psychophant]

...Why are we calling you "the Lady" and him by name?

[#priorities]

[soulspice]

Because I like having titles. It makes me sound rather important, doesn't it?

[She smiles with the kind of smile someone with a big ego has]

[psychophant]

And "the Lady" is the best you could come up with? If you're going to give yourself a title to make yourself feel important, why not go all out with it?

[iago no]

[drydrown]

She could have gone for irony and called herself the Goddess of Mercy or something equally grand. Instead she went with something easily outranked.

[psychophant]

I'm a bit disappointed in her creativity. "The Goddess of Mercy" would have been entertaining, at least.

[soulspice]

[The Lady narrows her eyes at their jeering. She looks like she's about to retort something, but instead forces herself to shut up, and says something different to what she was going to say:]

It's for the sake of familiarity, that's all.

[psychophant]

[...]

If you're trying to go for familiarity, a name would work better.

[no, iago does not know when to shut up, why do you ask]

[moonfang]

[from the peanut gallery] I agree! What a boring choice.

[psychophant]

[glad we all have our priorities in order here!!]

Precisely. Oh well, I suppose that means she isn't expecting any of us to actually show her any respect.

[moonfang]

Hehahahahah!! Yer right! Ah well. They ain't the most creative bunch, clearly.

[dominioned]

[ Gestures at everything the Lady has said with a shake of his head. ]

I'm afraid I got no choice in the matter, given she is my Boss. [ Honestly it sounds like he agrees with Iago here. ]

[psychophant]

...So do you also call her "the Lady"?

[oh my god the priorities here are astoundingly stupid]

[dominioned]

In public. [ Smirk. Do we want to keep going here? ]

[psychophant]

Well, now I'll be wondering just what it is you call her behind closed doors. Thanks for that.

[...he actually sounds really damn amused by it...]

[dominioned]

[ He brings a finger to his lips. ]

I don't make it a habit to kiss and tell.

Usually.

[psychophant]

Do let me know if you ever feel like sharing.

[please gossip with him about the lady!!!!!]

[dominioned]

Come find me in the presence of not so many ears, and I'll indulge you.

[ sure y not. ]

[psychophant]

[Oh, you're fun.]

I'll be sure to keep that in mind.

[i'm so sorry in advance]

[dominioned]

[ He smiles. ]

This is a large city, but there are certain places which offer sanctuary to all who enter its doors.

[soulspice]

Rembrandt!

[She seems a bit red. Both with embarrassment and some outrage, pretty much]

Word that carefully, you'll give them the wrong idea!

[moonfang]

Too late.

[snicker snicker]

[reanbeans]

[ Dear Aidios.

Is this. Bedroom talk. . . ]

[dominioned]

Will I? Dear me, I didn't realize.

[ Still all smirk here. ]

[p_q]

[wtb people somewhere in the universe who aren't Like This]

[raventhaw]

A lovers' quarrel. How adorable.