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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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How did he get here? The last thing he remembers was being awake in the middle of the night, guiding a strange child down a long flight of stairs to a meeting place that only "angels" knew. So how did he find himself waking up in a dark Polish city that's way too empty?
For that matter, was the city so empty before? The clock tower's still ticking, somehow, and when he turns to look at its face it reads the time as scarcely past twelve...
What time was it before? Certianly not so late.
Staggering to his feet, he tries to make sense of his whole situation, but... Nothing. No accounting for the strange transition... Or feeling...]
Hello? [Well. May as well see who else is here. He's spotted a figure in the fog, so... There's a good chance they have awnsers.]
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[--unfortunately, this is the person that answers. And he is likely to leave you with more questions than answers.]
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[What on earth is he looking at? Someone who thinks they're at a Renaissance Festival? He's way too cheery to be-
Wait.]
I suppose you don't know where we are, do you?
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Unfortunately I cannot recall a single thing!
[He says as if that's not entirely problematic.]
One moment I was at a party with my dear family; drinking fine champagne, reuniting with old friends and having a rather merry time-- Then all of a sudden... I'm waking up here, on the cold ground. [...] Quite the tale, isn't it?
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[So... Either this man has no sense of fear, or he's hiding something.]
The sign says we're in Poland though. Krakow, to be exact... Not that I know why.
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So it would seem! Yet... I've never heard of this country, much less know the way to travel to it myself.
[Which seems to bring them to the conclusion that some serious shenanigans must be involved.]
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You have never heard of Poland?
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[He doesn't seem like he's lying for how easily he responds.]
Which is rather shocking, considering I like to do a lot of traveling. So I must admit I'm rather curious about it-- what kind of wonderful surprises await? I have no idea!
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[In any other situation, he could have used this man's obliviousness to his advantage.]
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...
but, like, it's probably fine. maybe not everyone who wears face paint is some backstabbing facestealer.]
Hello, there. I assume you have no idea what is going on here either...?
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That is an interesting hair color... Not that he says anything. ]
Not a clue. I was hoping you'd know better.
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[HE DOESN'T TRUST IT.....]
Unless you got something different?