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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. )
Opera House
[Someone else had the idea to visit the opera house early. But from his tone it would seem that it was for a different reason.
Or maybe he's just always like this.]
I wonder if they'll put on a performance during our stay.
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You could ask our host when they speak to us later.
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[Olivert wears a different kind of smile at the mention of the meeting. One that actually hints at something beyond his earlier foolishness.]
There are many things I'd like to ask them. I'll just have to add that to my list.
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Do you plan on waiting here until the appointed time? I was hoping our host would be here early, but I think that may have been wishful thinking.
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But there's probably no harm in taking a closer look before then. I'm sure a little healthy curiosity won't spoil the surprise entirely!
[Translation: Yes. He intends to snoop around a little bit.]
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[And honestly, he's pretty sure the fog isn't just a coincidence. Just like the lack of power isn't either.]
For all we know, those special preparations could be hiding in the fog somewhere.
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[Not that he actually condones anything that well thought out from their captors.]
But it does give this place a certain atmosphere that leaves you wondering just how many secrets it may be hiding.