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WELCOME
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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[She actually has to take a moment to marvel at such a brazen accusation]
...you're so mistaken. But if I end having to kill you all for some reason I'll kill you last.
[Because even though he's really wrong and he wouldn't be her type at all even if he were older, she's still flattered. What can she say, she's vain to a fault]
Anyway, no. That wasn't me. And my timing was impeccable. If you were going to meet someone who left you a random note then I'm sure you'd have ended dead somewhere anyway. In a way we saved your life.
[Because really, who goes around following notes, thinks the Lady]
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Mmmmm, no. [ sorry, u wrong. ] Impeccable timing is when I wake up on the floor, cold and alone, and you appear to offer me your jacket - preferably sherpa for maximum warmth - like a true gentlewoman. But I am still cold and jacket-less.
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[You didn't give him a jacket at all, Lady, what are you even complaining about]
You act like everyone but you didn't wake up on the floor. You were hardly alone!
[Maybe it's because it's frivolous in comparison to everyone else's demands and questions, but she seems to be willing to indulge him. Better this than having someone else repeating what others have already said, she figures. The respite is welcome]
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[ he nods in her direction. ]
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[Oh my god, what are all those words coming out of this kid's mouth, what's going on. The Lady seems rather confused]
What are you even going on about?! Are you--are you saying random things to try to confuse me?
[Because if so you're succeding, it's a smashing success. She was wholly unprepared for this. Rembrandt, help, this kid is weird]
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Funny how that's a common reaction to me opening my mouth. [ another common reaction: people running away when he opens his mouth. also: people pleading for him to shut up. ]
Look, all I'm saying is that if you aspire to woo average-looking teens, maybe watching them sleep isn't the best way. Maybe offering them warm sherpa jackets would work better! Who knows!
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[She declares that and points at Rembrandt]
And you, keep your mouth shut!
[Okay, Elliot, back to you]
Nevermind that! Just...stop thinking I'm after you!
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[ if ONLY he had a SHERPA JACKET to keep him warm and change his mind. ]
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...
Oh how she wants to do that, but no. She has to keep him around. Why can't do this all without needing them, she wonders for the umpteenth time in weeks]
...Rembrandt, give him a stupid sherpa jacket once and for all, before I wring his neck with my own hands.
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Please continue on, it would be terrible if you did stop. [ He both looks and sounds like he's enjoying every second of this. ]
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[Okay, no, she's wringing your neck too]
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Yes, yes when we're done here. It would be terribly impolite to walk out on our guests for the second time.
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Right. It'd be impolite. More impolite than forcing them to kill each other and demean them for a couple hours. I wouldn't dream of being so crass as to let you leave for a second time before this is over.
[There, she's calm. Instead, she glares at Elliot]
Happy now?
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While I, too, love to demean idiots, I think I'll pass on the killing. [ hard pass, thx. ]