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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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mods: investigation!!!

[raventhaw]

You're correct.

[ and she's assuming that he is, too, since he's looking thoroughly just like raven is. she's not going to bother putting things she's misplaced back where they belong; leaving an area wide open like this makes it Free Real Estate, after all.

raven's going to check around the coffee area for anything that might immediately look off. any luck? ]

[umbralant]

[Wow rude?? What did all those misplaced items do to you, they're pure and innocent.

Anyways, unless Raven is super interested in picking up some specialty blends as a souvenir, there's nothing much to find beyond coffee beans, a bean grinder and some fancy pour-over kettle. Maybe you can make a cold brew?]

[raventhaw]

[ she prefers tea, thanks.

to rideaux: ]

Nothing over here.

[pr159]

Not even going to fill me in on the coffee options?

[ Anyway, he can take her word for whatever she says she sees; he's not that invested in this... investigation.

How about the cafe seating area? Are there any signs that anyone was here any time recently, or is everything perfectly straightened up? ]

[umbralant]

[Everything's clean and organized, so there's no stale muffin or anything waiting to jump out at you in the dark. Furthermore, there isn't a speck of dust to be found on the tables or chairs either, so take that how you will.]

[pr159]

[ Hm. ]

If this place is really abandoned, it doesn't look like that's been the case for long. This place seems tidier than some of the cafes in my own city. No settled dust or anything.

[raventhaw]

I'm more of a tea person, but help yourself to come coffee beans and a grinder if you'd like.

[ at the mention of dust, she wipes her hand across one of the tables.

he's right. it's absolutely spotless. ]

Odd. Admittedly, I'm not sure what else to make of this.

[pr159]

[ don't think he won't if he gets desperate ]

Aside from that, it seems that either they didn't leave in too much of a hurry, or someone stayed behind to clean up afterward.

[ Somehow it seems hard to imagine that their mystery captors would have personally gone around the city to wipe down all the surfaces, but what does he know. Not a damn thing about them, at least.

Anyway, there doesn't seem to be much else that stands out in this spot, so... Hm. Well, the cafe itself doesn't seem to occupy this entire floor, so let's go over in the vague direction of that stage that he can't see yet. ]

Bring the light over this way?

[raventhaw]

[ listen...she won't judge. probably.

but she does, at least, walk over towards him with her candle. the stage is at least somewhat visible now, so rideaux can do some snooping if he'd like. ]

[umbralant]

[The stage is mostly barren, all there is is a couple pamphlets pinned on the wall that talk about old promotions for the cafe. 2x1 in food if you take the pamphlet, how nice! What's interesting is that they're clearly in Polish, but you understand every word with ease.

Other than that, there's nothing noteworthy here on the stage!]

[pr159]

[ For clarification, is this something for small shows and concerts with curtains (lol)? Or more of a lecture stage? ]

[umbralant]

[Small shows! Just big enough for a few people to stand there and make their own impromptu comedy show. No curtains, though]

[pr159]

[ sorry ALSO is there an expiration date on the 2 for 1 deal ]

[umbralant]

[Nope, no expiration date. Looks like it's an eternal promotion]

[pr159]

[ Hell yeah. Sure, a clue about the date would have been nice, but he'll go up and grab a couple of those, just in case this cafe somehow springs back into business. ]

They had entertainment here sometimes, from the looks of it.

[ Here, Raven, have a pamphlet. ]

BOGO deal, if you're interested in holding onto it for a potential grand reopening in the future.

[raventhaw]

Unsurprising.

[ she takes the pamphlet anyway, looks down at it...and recognizes that this was a language she hadn't known before, and yet...she can understand all of it. just like the brochure she found in the post office. her eyes narrow and she looks up at rideaux. deciding not to go along with his joke, she holds out the pamphlet, sort of...shoving it towards him. a little. holding it up. ]

Does this language look familiar to you?

[pr159]

[ Hey, if you don't want it, he'll take it, but-- ]

Not in the least. The characters are all so ridiculously simple that the words hardly even look real.

[ Elympion writing is a fucking nightmare; his full name is 94 strokes. ]

The language I'm speaking isn't familiar either, though. And yet here we are, understanding both.

[raventhaw]

[ she nods and just. crumples the flyer and tosses it on the floor. wow, so much for bogo!! ]

I'm going back upstairs.

[ if she sounds agitated, it's because she sure is. welp. she turns around and starts walking towards the stairwell. she stops at the bottom, at least, and turns around slightly to make sure he's following her. ]

[pr159]

[ Well, he's just going to stick it in his pocket then.

And yeah, he notices the agitation, which is fair, honestly. The obvious implication here is that someone tampered with their thinking somehow, which he certainly doesn't love, but... ]

It does seem like we've covered most of it.

[ So, sure, he's following. Tripping up the stairs in the dark is only marginally preferable to tripping down. ]