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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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[promittere]

[Well, that's. One way to wake up. Ignis blinks at the sky, pushing himself off the ground and brushing himself off. There's no Ardyn, and there's no Noctis - there's just darkness and empty streets.

At least he has a note, though it's...]

That's not very illuminating, is it?

[...Yeah.

If he notices he's not actually alone, he'll be raising a hand in greeting and trying to seem like he's not all that fussed by what's going on. Best to keep calm, before you have all the facts. After this meeting, he can...begin to come up with a plan. Confident in that, he gives his companion a nod and turns to start exploring the city.

He can be found just about anywhere, though he seems most curious about the clock tower and housing. At the clock tower he looks through the pamphlets, reading up on the history of this place. He's never heard of Krakow, or Poland, so it's an odd confirmation that something incredibly strange is going on. And, naturally, at housing he seems most curious about the kitchen and pantry than the actual room he's staying in.

Sometimes it just be that way.]

town square. i am so sorry.

[raventhaw]

[ ignis raises a hand in greeting.

raven looks at him, then turns her head to face whatever's up ahead.

hello to you too, ignis. ]

wow

[promittere]

[Wow. Rude af.]

Not the chatty sort, I take it.

[raventhaw]

I'm not here to make friends.

[ she shouldn't even be here at all, honestly. none of them should be, but...details. ]

I'm here for answers.

[promittere]

It's easier to find answers if people work together.

[Just sayin'.]

There's a certain strength that comes from working together.

note

[soumettre]

[ Okay, Yuzuru laughs a little. He can accept a small joke in what is otherwise a pretty bleak situation. If it was, at least. ]

It is not. Maybe we should retrieve some candles, they'd provide us much warmer hospitality as well.

[ He'll gesture in the direction the candle store too. ]

[promittere]

[You bet your britches it's a joke. Only the finest humor here.]

Candles wouldn't be a bad idea.

[He turns his gaze to the candle store, before glancing back at his companion.

After a moment, he smiles.]

They'll certainly lighten the mood.

[As good as dead...geez.]

[soumettre]

[ Oh boy. At least it's hard not to smile at the effort. ]

Goodness, I'm glad you remain in high spirits. It wouldn't bode well if the... darker tone of the note affected us.

[promittere]

[He just manages not to snort.]

Keep your chin up and your eyes forward. That's what I was always taught.

the kitchen

[galrarm]

[ Listen. Shiro knows he's a disaster in the kitchen, but also, he can't help but be curious. Besides, Hunk isn't here to shoo him out. It's Fine. ]

At least we know we have food.

[ for now ]

[promittere]

Not much variety, I'm afraid.

[Their choices are rather dismal, honestly. Like. It's workable, but come on. They deserve better then this. Where's all the fresh veggies?]

[galrarm]

At least it's not food goo.

[ .... that probably sounds.... concerning!! ]

[promittere]

...

[hwat]

I beg your pardon?

[moonfang]

There's... nothing good to eat in here... I'm so hungry...

[Zangetsu is also in the pantry, looking through everything and... also throwing it aside as he does, making a huge mess. At least nothing is broken. He stops when he finds a can of something called "Potted Meat".]

Potted... meat.... is it really meat, though....?

[he doesn't seem to notice Ignis, yet, as he squints at the label in the dim light the candle be brought provides]

[promittere]

Depends on how generous you're feeling today.

[Said from helpfully behind him, because what good is getting the drop on someone if you're not going to startle them?

Ignis has to agree with him, though - there's nothing good here. It's all canned garbage and he's not looking forward to trying to make it palatable.]

[moonfang]

[Zangetsu makes a high pitched sound, a strange yelp that sounds like it was run through an autotuner, and drops the can. He turns to face Ignis and realizes he has no weapons and was just caught completely off guard.

He does not like this]

Holy shi.... Don't...! DON'T SNEAK UP ON PEOPLE LIKE THAT!

[promittere]

[At the very least, Ignis doesn't laugh at him.]

My apologies. It was not my intention to catch you unawares.

[He might be full of shit.]

town square;

[reanbeans]

...No, not really.

[ Was that supposed to be a joke, though? Rean's smiling a little at it, so there's that. ]

But hopefully we can make whoever brought us here see the light.

[ That was terrible, but he's made wind puns with someone back home before so hey. ]

[promittere]

[Terrible or delightful? Ignis doesn't laugh, but he does offer Rean a crooked smile.]

Hopefully they don't plan on keeping us in the dark.

[He holds up the note.]

I suppose we'll find out in...six hours.

[reanbeans]

[ That's good enough for him. ]

Yeah, otherwise we'll need a night light.

[ Six hours...that's a lot of time to get some ground covered. ]

In the meanwhile, did you want to explore this place with me? Maybe we could find something out.

[promittere]

Safety in numbers.

[He's used to the darkness being dangerous - that's when daemons are at their most powerful, after all.]

Best to get the lay of the land - is there anywhere you think we should check out first?

[deadlygoals]

[ He's brushing off his clothes, his gaze flicking to his own wrists for a moment. The bandages are still there. ]

Matches the place pretty well. I don't see any lights on. Think anyone is home?

[ He'll give a wave towards the dark buildings. ]

[promittere]

I'd be surprised.

[He glances at the bandages, making a note of them. Curious, but nothing to press about.

Yet.]

You would think if there were, they would be more interested in our...sudden appearances.

[deadlygoals]

[ Putting his hands into his pockets as he gives a nod. ]

True true. That could also mean they are used to people appearing like this. There is one way to find out~

[promittere]

I'm going to assume the way is to knock on their doors?

[Or you could, like, break in, but that's rude.]