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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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[contrabandit]

[ not even on purpose this time. ]

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!

[soulspice]

I'm not interested in you! Rembrandt is my type, not you!

[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!

[contrabandit]

I'm young and impressionable. I might just think that for the rest of my life. I don't think I can stop.

[ if ONLY he had a SHERPA JACKET to keep him warm and change his mind. ]

[soulspice]

[The Lady buries her face in her hands and utters a roar of frustration. That's it. She's done. She's done with this day, she's throwing this kid out of Krakow and into a ditch.

...

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.

[dominioned]

[ Did someone mention his name? He's a bit late but, seems like the delay is more than worth it. ]

Please continue on, it would be terrible if you did stop. [ He both looks and sounds like he's enjoying every second of this. ]

[soulspice]

That's it. Rembrandt, go and sew that jacket from scratch. Get leather somewhere, sit down far, far away in the castle, and get that done. Go!

[Okay, no, she's wringing your neck too]

[dominioned]

[ The corner of his lips crease upward into that customer service smile. ]

Yes, yes when we're done here. It would be terribly impolite to walk out on our guests for the second time.

[soulspice]

[All she can do is glare at him because she knows he's right. And if she's going to keep some pretenses such as being tiers above all of them, she's got to play the role of host. She takes a deep breath, calming down]

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?

[dominioned]

Of course. Who could ever think of you in such a terrible manner? I certainly couldn't. [ One arm crossed over his chest while his free hand taps under his chin. ]

[contrabandit]

This is quite possibly the second happiest day of my life. [ he beams. ] You are as generous as you are lovely and bossy.

While I, too, love to demean idiots, I think I'll pass on the killing. [ hard pass, thx. ]