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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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[tokihanate]

[ He looks up for a moment in thought and thinks to the priest clothes provided to them. ]

Their tastes in cosplay.

[contrabandit]

Oh, god, yes. [ nod nod ] That is very important. I completely agree, 100%. What is cosplay?

[tokihanate]

When you dress up in different outfits. I think that's what the kids told me it was.

[contrabandit]

As... opposed to wearing the same outfit everyday...? [ which is weirder to him, but ok?? live your life wearing only one outfit ever, stranger. ] A fan of extreme frugality, I see.

[tokihanate]

[ Well he does do that, but of course that's not what he means. He tilts his head because isn't this person younger than he was? ] No, I like to live lavishly actually.

But I suppose I should elaborate. It's when it's dressing up more... specially? For special events? [ Okay, he's not entirely sure the definition either. ]

[contrabandit]

[ lavishly! yes, he approves. ]

So. You mean. In this special event wherein we've all been kidnapped, we should have gotten better outfits for the occasion.

[ he wasn't aware that there were specific outfits one wore to kidnapping parties, but what does he know? he's never been kidnapped before. maybe this stranger is an expert kidnapper or kidnappee. who is elliot to question him? ]

Riiiight, I'll be sure to put that down.

[tokihanate]

[ That still isn't want he means but sure, he'll roll with it. ]

Is not an event? Or do you get kidnapped so often that this is everyday for you? [ He smiles. ]

[contrabandit]

Oh, no one would want to kidnap me. [ he's too annoying. they'd just get violently sick of him and regret their criminal life choices immediately. ] Well, until now.

[ of course, that's assuming we really were kidnapped and that this is not some sort of mushroom dream. ]

Anything else to add?

[tokihanate]

Aren't you undervaluing yourself?

Plenty, but I don't think kidnappers deserve the courtesy of anything organized. [ Except maybe if the kidnappers were PANDRA, but Minamoto would do that anyway, that loser. Not that they'd be kidnapping any old random group of people. ]

[contrabandit]

... Ha ha, I know I'm important. [ what a lie. but can he call it undervaluing if there is nothing to value about himself? no, that's not it. there is value in the things he can do, but if no one else in the world sees it, then does it count at all? ]

Most people don't deserve that courtesy, but we, at least, deserve nice things. [ it would make elliot feel better at any rate. keep him occupied for a bit. ] Plus, I find that when you tell people they're wrong and they suck, it's good to have evidence to back up your points!

[tokihanate]

If you don't value yourself, no one else will.

[ He puts a finger to his cheek. ] True. Though it's much more fun to hit them where they know it hurts, ne? Then there's no need to elaborate at all.

[contrabandit]

[ but even if you value yourself, sometimes no one else will anyway. ]

I see your point and raise you another: complaining is fun.

[tokihanate]

Point taken. As long as it isn't towards me.

[contrabandit]

[ WELL, elliot already has some complaints, but ok, fine. he'll save them for another day. ]

Maybe I'm wrong, but you seem hard to annoy. [ sigh!! ] It just wouldn't be as fun.

[tokihanate]

[ Wrong Elliot, he's very easy to annoy. But he's good at hiding it. Unless you push his specific buttons. Or be certain people. But with time... ]

Oh, you're looking to purposely annoy others are you? How fun.

[contrabandit]

Isn't it just! And - people are more honest when they're annoyed.

[tokihanate]

And less on their guards.