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WELCOME
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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Dazai will be observing him to the best of his ability, but for now they have to find a way back or try to contact the boss. Time to head towards the storage. ]
Maybe East Europe.
[ He's heading back towards the storage area, intending on searching for some way to communicate or maybe his stuff. ]
The note calls us Survivors. Makes you wonder if the others they brought here didn't survive.
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I find that difficult to believe. I can think of a dozen people who should have had better survival skills than me just based on their abilities.
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They could have picked the wording thinking it'll trick us into compliance then.
[ It's kind of funny.
When they get there... it looks like it's cleaning supplies in there. Bleach, toiletries, sponges.. he eyes the bleach bottle for a moment ]
cw: suicide talk
[Sorry Dazai, but he knows you.]
They could have picked that wording on purpose, but what do they gain from tricking us? And they seem to have genuinely changed our abilities too.
cw: suicide talk
What if we use it to make a bomb?
[ you know BOOM. ]
We'll find out more when we meet them.
[ From the expression he's wearing, it looks like he finds it pretty interesting. ]
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[Finding people interesting is probably better than finding chemicals interesting, lbr here.]
sorry i'm sick
Really? Maybe I can use it on our gracious hosts then.
[ Whomever they are.
This whole thing is pretty interesting to him, even if he's planning on eliminating everyone involved in their kidnapping. ]
Doesn't seem like there's much here.
it's ok, get well soon
[Don't mind him as he takes note of what is available to them. It might come in handy later.]
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[ Picking up a garbage bag to start gathering a few bars of soap and bleach into it. Pausing to check out the other supplies. Snagging a sponge. ]
See any bandages?
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